languages i don't understand

one day before new years eve.

a friend of mine organized a big party at a rather new queer indie club.

he did a perfomance.

me and two other girls dancing in the background

and singing in a language we don't understand.

some guy - hailed from that country - joined for some part of the song, too.

he was that kind of a tanned, muscled bloke, wearing nice shirts.

he payed too much attention to me.

although i have been looking pretty butchy that day.

i liked his dark skin and his trained body.

i took him home.

he payed the taxi.

i haven't kissed him at the club.

at my place i had to realize

his kissing abilities sucked.

i was upset.

as far as i can tell - girls always kiss better than boys.

but he was outrageously bad.

it was like a trapped animal inside my mouth, trying to find a way out,

but getting in deeper and deeper, not finding the right way.

he made a lot of compliments.

i didn't make one.

we fucked. short and simple.

nice but nothing special.

i didn't feel like keeping on fucking,

still upset by his fast and forcing way to kiss.

i gave him a blow job to finish.

he came right away.

not having a dick in my mouth for about two years,

i was surprised my skills didn't vanish,

although i knew i used to do that perfectly well.

he fell asleep.

i stood awake.

i woke him up and told him, he needs to leave.

he said okay and left.

ps:

a friend of mine (Jenny)* met a girl at the restroom.

that girl told her, how much she enjoyed the show

and that she liked especially Jennie's performance.

then she told Jenny, that she got her pussy and ass waxed that day.

she did show Jenny her freshly plucked chicken pussy.

jenny said: well - nice.

*all names changed