Jogging, While Intoxicated.

I went over to Jobro's today after a worried call from his girlfriend. He dropped a connecting piece to his fuel tank INTO the fuel tank. He got mighty pissed to scare his girlfriend but he's never angry in front of me, I don't know why.  We somehow got on the topic of beer and we went out and got some. We played basketball while drinking making dumb shots while playing horse and around the world. We balanced the bottle on our head with one foot and made it easily. I did more than half the shots while drinking using one arm hah.

Anyway. I got a bit drunk, realized i had class in an hour and had to gun it to college to make it. I did flawlessly, and thankfully our Lab assignment was completed in under 10 minutes. Ireland and I share this class. I've never found her TOO attractive, but today was an exception. She wasn't dressed up at all. She dressed how she usually does when we go jogging. Grey t shirt and black tight pants joggers wear. She was her usual "touchy" self, which i don't mind. Who hates having a pretty girl all up on you? Not me.

We got to the park and began our 3 mile jog barely committed. She kept saying she doesn't know how i'm going to be doing this (intoxicated) and that she was lazy her self so we agreed to walk at a certain point.

It was hot. Humid. The air was thick and we both sweat like dogs. It was exhilarating, and my heart began to race even more as I thought of her. I looked over at her. I thought of how exhausted she was. How hard we working with one another. How her body was straining herself to keep up speed. How I had to stay right on her, to make sure she wouldn't pass me. I bit my lip scratching at my will for inner strength. She held her mouth open, rasping for the hot humid air. We made our muscles work in a hard... rhythmic.. pattern.. I thought of sex. I started to get fired up. Her red hair and her blue eyes. How she never fails to smile at every moment. I imagined her naked, with that smile as she laid over me. Hovering over my chest connected by our hips. Wildly shaking the car, grasping the edge of the seats with our skin sticking to the leather. The sun would be setting over the tree line. It gave a perfect angle to glimmer the moist sweat on her golden freckled skin. I imagined how completely exhausted we would've been by the time we were fucking. How we couldn't move a single muscle after the run out of will but yet when it came to that deep lusty sex we would have, we would grind and pulse with a fierce vigor. I imagined her small lips and how good they would feel on mine. How our skin would slide and slip like slick oil with little to no friction. The jerk of her whole body when I would thrust holding her, as we both held our eyes down. She'd be pressing her head on mine to make me feel the build up of sexual pressure that we so intensely desired. When the deed was done, we'd fall asleep in the car, naked, resting. We would wake up in the middle of the night with a full moon under the stars. She would grab her clothes and i would just wear my jeans with no underwear. She'd smile her smile and say "well that was fun" and I'd grin with a laugh and say "I'll see ya later, Ireland." She'd leave in one direction.  I'd leave in the other, both of us completely unconnected by emotion or doubts.