Boys and booze always have been and will likely always be my downfall. Anytime I've ever been in some kind of troubles, it can be said with near absolute certainty at least one of those two graces are involved. The best and the worst times always involve both, and this one night that turned into a different night leaves me with questions, even after nearly seven years. Odd enough is why I even want answers. Booze and boys is often all I need to know and knowing anything else is usually just cringy and/or unnecessary. I was 19, I don't even know about Eddy. I know I enjoyed his company and at the time, that was enough.
That was the year I agreed to drive my younger sisters into San Francisco for the middle ones fasion thing she had planned for a few days, like a workshop or some shit. To save on money, I got us a room in downtown Oakland. Oakland sounds alot worse than what it was at the time, I don't know. Downtown seemed nice and the hotel was pretty cool. Cheap but old style with many rooms. We went and saw the Harbour and that. Being with my sisters and steadily seeing someone back home (not steadily like a boyfriend, steadily like a dude with extreme apathy I'd fuck a couple times a week), I had no plans on meeting anyone but that changed about the second day when I went to the parking garage for a smoke.
Eddy was down in the garage at the same time and we got to eyeing each other. He wore a ball hat and probably was smoking menthol. I think he told me he was 24 then and worked laying power lines or something. He was in Oakland for work. We got to talking and he asked me to come out with him. The bar was only up the street, though I was underage. He just bought me beers and I didn't even have to go near the bar. He really liked that country bar there, that's where we started. He actually reminded me of the dude I was seeing back home except fun and actually nice to me. And he had a tongue piercing, which embarrassed him to show me but I liked it, you know,I ain't stupid, I hear tales of how good that shit feels! I'm not all that smart, I suppose, going with random guys really anywhere I guess and getting drunk either them, like I watch crime shows and that. He did harp on me a little about that too and that's really more common for me than not.
He didn't ever complain about it too much again we made out as passionately as we could in a babymama Honda civic, which was mine at the time. He had me in his lap with the seat leaned back and I could feel his tongue ring in and around my tongue. I can still remember his hands moving up under my shirt and pulling my ass closer over and over on his dick, which I could feel was Hella hard under his jeans. I slid my pants off on top of him and he pulled his partway down. I left on my underwear but I was able to just pull the middle part to the side so he could enter me and I could ride on him. I don't remember having to ride him long at all before he slightly pushed me and came over my lower stomach where it dripped down over my pussy and ran down the middle if both of my thighs. Car sex is one of those rushes to me though where even if it isn't very long, if it's done right it still feels fucking awesome. I was hooked on him then and we kept texting after my sisters and I left Oakland. He told me he didn't have any social media. Thats where my questions began and end. I can never find him again and I likely wont. Would I even want to? I'd think so.
Our ending was stupid. It's so stupid, I'll just skip to it because the next story I write about Eddy is that actual good shit and I don't want to taint that story. About a week after our second and last meet up, I lost my phone and lost his number. I didn't have Google contacts or none of that set up. I didnt even think to write his number down. I never heard from him again and didn't know how to track him down. I don't know his last name. Or even how old he really was. I don't know. I ended up dating the apathetic, rude version of him and stuck that out a bit before I fell in love with some other whole guy from college. I did like him though and it's unfortunate about the stupid ending.
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