Multi-tasking time with Kelsey. Part 1 SeXStoRY

Sorry for once again breaking up a story. Have work early and I need sl**p. Lot of late nights recently. Big J need sl**ppppppppppppppp. As you are all aware, I'm a busy fuckin guy. Between school, work, Call of Duty and just bein a general all around badass, I don't have a lot of time for these so called important things like homework and responsibility. Priorities brah. Call of Duty--Girls---Work----School. Now, as most of you can understand, you can't just do one thing at a time or you fall behind. The further you fall behind the harder you gotta work to catch up. So, do what all da bawsses do. Multi-task. <8) Here's a story about doin juuuuuuuuuuust that. My phones' text alarm goes off. A turn my head away from the game to acknowledge the message. A split second later, I turn my head back to the game. FUCK. Watchin the killcam. Some shithead sniper gets a free kill because I turned my head for less than a second. I make a mental note to take some frustration out on the poor dude who broke my zone. And booooooy was it broken. I had started the game out 12-0 and was racking out specialist bonus points like they was straight cash dawg. Then I die for nothing and I can't get back on track. Game ends and I'm 15-12-4 so I begin bitchin and moanin in the lobby about lag and bullshit snipers and I had completely forgotten that I even had the text message to answer. The text alert goes off again probably for at least the third time and it finally hits me that I have to ANSWER IT or it will just keep annoying me and making me play bad. I backed out and rolled my chair over to my phone and found out that the text was from one of my gamer friends Kelsey and she wanted to come over and chill. Text message was received at 10:32 and it past 11!!!!! Fuckin dumb ass Big J ignorin the ladies! I was just about to respond to her when the phone rings. Guess who? Kelsey. The call goes a little something like this: K: WHAT THE FUCK JUSTIN YOU JUST GONNA IGNORE MY ASS ALL NIGHT? J: Kelsey I wa------- K: LEMME FUCKIN GUESS YOU WERE PLAYING CALL OF DUTY AND DIDN'T WANT TO BE BOTHERED?!?! J: No its not th-------- K: YOU PROBABLY WERE GOING SO NEGATIVE YOUR SCORE WOULDN'T EVEN SHOW UP ON THE SCOREBOARD!!! J: Actually I was------ K: I KNEW IT! YOU ARE A SCRUB!!!! HAHAHAHA. I WASN'T GOING TO COME OVER BECAUSE YOU IGNORED ME BUT SINCE ITS PRETTY CLEAR YOU NEED MY HELP I'M COMING ANYWAY. J:--------ok. See you in..............10? K: More like 30 I have to drop off something at my friend Nikki's house. J: Now who's the scrub who needs help? <:D K: YOU! 1.5 K/D STILL! You think you are the shit but I own you in every game we play. J: Because I let you...... K: Whatever! I'm on my way so see ya later. J: Yup. Bye. Now my ear is still ringing from Kelsey's rage. I had to take a second to get my bearings back and in that second I realized the room was a mess. Then my mind started racing about what I could get done in the time I had. Make the bed...............pick up my clothes off the floor, shower and get fresh year good plan. Until of course I get into the shower and lose track of time, sort of. See, I have a kind of ritual before chillin with a chick. You can probably guess what it is and I can tell you it doesn't affect my stamina to a noticeable level. As long as you space out the orgasms, your performance wont suffer too much. Doorbell rings and I'm not finished. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. Quick Big J, make a decision and answer the door. Well I was thinking about it and the doorbell keeps ringing and ringing. Kelsey obviously thinks I am still playing call of duty. I finally decide to finish my pre game routine and make her wait just a bit longer. Hahahaha that'll show her yellin in my ear and shit. So I begin to really stroke with some feeling. Just focus on any one of the chicks you've had and bam you're done. Except I couldn't stop thinking about the stupid fucking game she ruined. NO NO FOCUS on Jennafer (im finally going to do part 2 of that story later today I guess it would be). Nope. Not even a little bit. My brain is doing what I want it to. Just my luck. Fucking Fuck. I stop trying and get out of the shower. Now she isnt even ringing the bell she is just trying to knock my door down. "I'm coming I'm coming holy shit." I yelled so she would shut up. HURRY THE FUCK UP JUSTIN I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOUR SLOW ASS ALL NIGHT. I get to the bedroom, throw a old pair of shorts and a T-shirt on and run back down to answer the door........... To be continued.