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Long stories aren't usually my thing but if I told this one in short form, I don't think you would believe it was all true. I did consider changing the last part to one of the many endings that I fantasized about, then moving this over to the fiction section. But decided that that the real thing kept me turned on for years so that is the story I want to tell.

This story isn't complete yet so if you don't want to be teased with an opener, check to see that I've posted the rest before you start reading. I'll probably finish it on the weekend (sooner if it seems that someone is actually waiting for it).

THE SCENE
I think I was 19 when this story took place. I got invited to a swanky private party that was held in a hall with fancy decorations, a proper bar, and a tuxedo clad DJ. Picture a wedding scene but take away the the speeches, grandparents, and formalities… and triple the amount of available booze. There was a youngish businessman named Paulo who threw this “customer appreciation” party every year, but no one there ever seemed to be customers, and there was much speculation as to where he got all this money from. But that is unimportant, what matters is that the event became the stuff of legends. It got to the point where the parties could not possibly live up to the expectations, but that didn't stop everyone from trying.

I got my coveted invite because my brother had a modestly good year with his business and he started spending money like he was an oil baron. He started buying the trappings of the rich and liked throwing around money at the bars. On one of these occasions he ran into Paulo and his crew and just seemed to fit right in. As a result he had some influence over the guest list and decided to do me a favor. Having this elite status gave me some instant notoriety among my age group, I had more than one pleading of “Hey man, you gotta get me in!” Now I’m sure this is also what helped me secure a worthy date for the event. Even in the best of times I’ve always been too dumb to realize when a woman is out of my league so I have never shied away from asking out the hottest of the hot. Sure I get way more rejections than dates, but when it works it is worth it. My goal for this particular time felt particularly unobtainable even before I asked. Her name was Sherri and I’m not sure if I was nervous because she was truly as gorgeous as my hormone clouded brain remembered, or if it had more to do with the fact that we went to the same high school and she was a grade older and that un-crossable age barrier seemed to remain even though it was years later. Now I never clued into the fact that it was probably the elite status of the party that caused her to say yes and I tried to hide my surprise my when she instantly agreed. I recalled in retrospect that she led off the conversation with something like “You mean that YOU are invited to Paulo’s?” and she confirmed twice that we were indeed going to Paulo’s during the her acceptance of the date. But none of that mattered I’d be schmoozing with the elite, I’d have an open bar at my disposal and a hot woman on my arm.