Finding The Perfect Girl (A Tre Cool Story), chapter 14
After a concert, the whole crew (Billie, Mike, Tre, Cloe, Adrienne and Anastasia) went to the pub. The guys bought their ladies drinks, and they all hung out at the bar. As usual, Tre started to get drunk and everyone else was pretty tipsy. "Whoa, yee-haw cowgirl! I wanna ride you!" Tre said drunkenly and pretended to hump Cloe.
"Tre, you're drunk," Cloe said, but she didn't seem to mind his rude outbursts. After all, she was rather drunk too.
"I am?" Tre said. "Ahahaha, the three words that describe you are as follows and I quote, Drink, drank, drunk!" he sang. Everybody laughed. Tre seemed to be the star of the show that night, because whenever he got drunk he was hilarious. Even Anastasia, who didn't really like Tre, laughed at his humour.
"Hey guys, whaddya get when you cross a rooster and a porn star?" he said.
"What?" Billie asked.
"A cocksucker!" Tre roared with laughter.
"Oh yeah?" Billie said. "What do you get when you cross a dick and a pussy?"
"Sex?" Tre asked.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Billie yelled.
Tre and Cloe stepped outside for some fresh air. They were the ony ones, and the usually-busy street was deserted. It was two in the morning.
"Cloe, I... I really do love you. You're my everything. You're- you're my perfect girl." He hugged her.
'Wow, is he actually drunk?' Cloe thought. The words he said wouldn't usually come from a drunk person's mouth. "Well I...." It was hard to admit. "I love you too. You're funny and always happy. Billie told me you were down because of your previous relationships and told me to go easy on you, but you don't seem depressed or anything at all."
"Go easy on me? What're you like normally?"
"Well," She smiled, embarrased. "Whatever you want me to be." She pulled him closer, and touched her mouth to his. He let out a satisfied "mmff" and kissed her back, adding his tongue. They started making out, withdrawing into the shadows of a nearby hedge.
Tre slowly gave a tug on Cloe's shirt as if he wanted it off. Even though she was drunk, she had enough sense to know that this was not the place to have sex. She wrapped up with a deep kiss, and told him, "Let's go to your room and do that."
"Sounds good," Tre said. "I'll do anything you want- I'm your dominated love slave."
Inside Cloe giggled. They told the crew they were heading home, and took the next bus.
Back home, Cloe went and got changed. She took a birth pill and put on the thong Tre gave her. She came out in a housecoat.
She was sitting on the bed when Tre came in, dressed only in his silk Playboy boxers. He closed the door. "Raah!" he said, jumping on the bed, and started to tickle Cloe. She collapsed in a fit of laughter. "Hahaha, stop it!"
Tre tugged on her housecoat tie, loosening it. Cloe just laid on the bed, letting him.
When Tre took off his boxers Cloe got a look. "How come there's only one?" she asked.
"Unicycle accident." Tre said gruffly, as if he didn't want to talk about it.
"Huh? Unicycle?"
Tre sighed and put his hand through his hair, embarrased. "I used to be a clown. I was riding a unicycle on my high school's stage and I fell off the stage and the seat pushed one of my balls inside me, and the doc said it had to be removed." He added, "But I'm still okay, it doesn't prevent me from doing anything."
"That's good," she said, and pulled him onto the bed. She whispered in his ear, "I'm on the pill."
"Oh reeeally," Tre said. They turned of the light.
"Tre, you're drunk," Cloe said, but she didn't seem to mind his rude outbursts. After all, she was rather drunk too.
"I am?" Tre said. "Ahahaha, the three words that describe you are as follows and I quote, Drink, drank, drunk!" he sang. Everybody laughed. Tre seemed to be the star of the show that night, because whenever he got drunk he was hilarious. Even Anastasia, who didn't really like Tre, laughed at his humour.
"Hey guys, whaddya get when you cross a rooster and a porn star?" he said.
"What?" Billie asked.
"A cocksucker!" Tre roared with laughter.
"Oh yeah?" Billie said. "What do you get when you cross a dick and a pussy?"
"Sex?" Tre asked.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Billie yelled.
Tre and Cloe stepped outside for some fresh air. They were the ony ones, and the usually-busy street was deserted. It was two in the morning.
"Cloe, I... I really do love you. You're my everything. You're- you're my perfect girl." He hugged her.
'Wow, is he actually drunk?' Cloe thought. The words he said wouldn't usually come from a drunk person's mouth. "Well I...." It was hard to admit. "I love you too. You're funny and always happy. Billie told me you were down because of your previous relationships and told me to go easy on you, but you don't seem depressed or anything at all."
"Go easy on me? What're you like normally?"
"Well," She smiled, embarrased. "Whatever you want me to be." She pulled him closer, and touched her mouth to his. He let out a satisfied "mmff" and kissed her back, adding his tongue. They started making out, withdrawing into the shadows of a nearby hedge.
Tre slowly gave a tug on Cloe's shirt as if he wanted it off. Even though she was drunk, she had enough sense to know that this was not the place to have sex. She wrapped up with a deep kiss, and told him, "Let's go to your room and do that."
"Sounds good," Tre said. "I'll do anything you want- I'm your dominated love slave."
Inside Cloe giggled. They told the crew they were heading home, and took the next bus.
Back home, Cloe went and got changed. She took a birth pill and put on the thong Tre gave her. She came out in a housecoat.
She was sitting on the bed when Tre came in, dressed only in his silk Playboy boxers. He closed the door. "Raah!" he said, jumping on the bed, and started to tickle Cloe. She collapsed in a fit of laughter. "Hahaha, stop it!"
Tre tugged on her housecoat tie, loosening it. Cloe just laid on the bed, letting him.
When Tre took off his boxers Cloe got a look. "How come there's only one?" she asked.
"Unicycle accident." Tre said gruffly, as if he didn't want to talk about it.
"Huh? Unicycle?"
Tre sighed and put his hand through his hair, embarrased. "I used to be a clown. I was riding a unicycle on my high school's stage and I fell off the stage and the seat pushed one of my balls inside me, and the doc said it had to be removed." He added, "But I'm still okay, it doesn't prevent me from doing anything."
"That's good," she said, and pulled him onto the bed. She whispered in his ear, "I'm on the pill."
"Oh reeeally," Tre said. They turned of the light.
