Bright lights and big hotels. Sparkly showgirls and celebrity faces on every billboard. Medieval castles, pirate ships, and the Eiffel Tower. Elvis weddings. Chain smoking gambling grandmas. Fat tourists gorging themselves at buffets. Drunken bachelorettes carrying their impractical shoes in their hands. Bros spilling out of strip clubs with empty pockets. Prostitute playing cards littering the sidewalks...
It's hard to believe that this greed-fueled wasteland is where millions of people from around the world choose to spend their vacations every month. But, can I let you in on a dirty little secret? I fucking love Vegas. I love the glamour. I love the greed. I love the gaudiness. I love the gluttony. Las Vegas is a big, sintastic, adult theme park, and it appeals to me in much the same way as Disneyland and even Burning Man. There's something about these larger-than-life playgrounds that fascinate and thrill me like nothing else. So, when Andrew half-jokingly suggested we meet up in Vegas for a cliched weekend of debauchery, I replied with an enthusiasm I don't think he ever could have expected.
He arrived from Oakland a few hours before my Seattle flight got in. I texted him when my plane had landed and he told me he'd be waiting for me in baggage claim. I couldn't wait to see him. I pushed my way out of the crowded plane and hurried through the airport. As I turned the corner into the baggage claim area, I nervously looked through the crowd for his handsome face. It had been almost two months since we'd last seen each other. Would the chemistry still be there? There was no reason for me to believe it wouldn't, but I couldn't stop my anxious mind from imagining the possibility of an awkward weekend of two good friends trying to rekindle a fleeting passion that was mostly fueled by the excitement of its novelty.
And then I saw him, standing there in his jeans and t-shirt among the sharply dressed limo drivers, holding a sign with my name on it. I started laughing so hard I had to stop walking for a moment to catch my breath. It was the perfect icebreaker. I walked up to him, dropped my carry-on bag, and threw my arms around him. There was a brief awkward moment when I thought we might add a kiss to our greeting, but he didn't seem to be moving in that direction so I brushed it off and we busied ourselves with trying to locate my bag on the baggage carousel.
When we arrived at the hotel, Andrew didn't waste any time. He dropped his bag next to the bed and drew me into his arms for a kiss. I was relieved and exciting to feel our passion returning to the way I remembered it. Our kiss grew more and more passionate until we were tumbling around on the bed, tugging at each other's clothing. Admittedly, it was all moving a little fast for me. I'd been traveling all day and would have liked a few minutes to settle in and have a drink. But I didn't want to impede our momentum. After all, this was supposed to be a weekend of debauchery, so what better way to get started than by getting naked and...debauching?
"Well, I won't argue with that," he said, between moans.
The next day we wandered around the Las Vegas strip together, dodging timeshare promoters and joking about the absurd number of selfie sticks (Andrew likes to call them Narcissticks). We laughed. We chatted about relationships. We held hands. Just before sundown we stumbled back into our hotel room, exhausted and hungry. We curled up on the couch and watched TV for a short time, just to get a little rest before heading back out for the night. We had tickets to a show and would need to find food soon. Sitting there next to him, snuggled up, watching old episodes of South Park, I felt so close to him. We'd only really known each other for about 5 months, and, due to the long distance nature of our relationship, had really only spent a total of a few weeks together. But here, in this moment, it felt like we'd been good friends and lovers for years.
I looked up into his eyes. "I like you." I said.
He smiled. "I like you, too. A lot."
I smiled, giggled, and kissed him. "Let's get ready to go. We've got a big night ahead of us."
Stay tuned for part 2 of our Vegas sex romp...