The Virgin

So the other night I'm getting a blow job from this college girl. Not some book worm type, but this fucking booze bag Italian dame. I'm talking about a mean long island type with a last name like Capriotti or Bianci....something that you hear the biggest dude in the room bellow out as this chick walks in with two thirty packs under her arms. She'll open a beer with her teeth before she'll risk "messing up my manicure!" Yeah, that kind of girl. Anyway, so she's down there, bobbing away and I'm completely blato so I'm not even close to getting off; even after twenty minutes of quality, driving suction. I am, however, still coherent enough to be dropping the little lines as if I might be about to finish, "Oh yeah that's it" or "I'm so close baby". Finally she comes up for air and asks if I'll ever finish, and for the first time, instead of apologizing or making some lame, "I'm drunk baby..." excuse, I tell her that it isn't me at all, it is her lack of skills. I follow this with a "I was trying cause I didn't want u to feel bad" line. My gamble pays off and she turns apologetic I tell her its fine and that maybe we should try again some other time when she wants to get me off instead of wasting my time. She offers me another beer (a class move) and then begs me for a "How to Please Papi" crash course in oral pleasure. She asks for and absorbs some of the most detail oriented coaching that I have ever had the balls to give. It has paid off my friends.