I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE TO BUT MOSTLY THANK THE GUYS MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE BEEN INVOLVED WITH BECAUSE ALL OF THE FOLLOWING STORIES ARE TRUE. Only names, dates and locations were changed to protect the fragile male ego.
It was clear that he was beyond hammered when I picked him up from his co-workers party. We had been hanging out for a few weeks and this was the first time I saw him drunk. He could barely communicate with me, but insisted on making out with my tits at every red light.. whether there was a car next to us or not. I had planned to sleep at his house but when we got there he was out cold.
It was the first time I saw this overly confident/cocky guy completely helpless. I put his arm around my neck and attempted to escort him into his house, but he was all dead weight. I tried slapping him, blasting music, twisting his nipples.. nothing worked. There was no way I alone could get him out of my car, let alone into his house. After 30 minutes of trying to wake him up I gave up.
I wanted to sleep. I drove back to my house and since there was no way I was even going to attempt to bring him inside for my parents to see I left him in my car…. with the window open. I assumed he would wake up confused so I left a note on his chest with a White Castle receipt. ￼
What started as a casual conversation took a sharp turn around 11:00pm. I promised myself I wouldn’t go down this road again but had quite a way with words…. that is if you consider “I’ll make sure you cum,” a way with words. With every Pickleback shot I took I sent an increasingly suggestive text. I went to bed giddy but woke up full of regret. What my drunk brain perceived as charming in the light of day was quite the opposite. The angle of his dick pics were questionable and the “You love my penis,” text was neither endearing nor true. Thanks to me his head grew 3 sizes that day. I had no choice but to delete all the drunk sexts and pretend they never happened.
This guy and I met in college. He was in pre-nursing, I was a psych major. We had class together every Tuesday and Thursday. I worked full-time in retail and he worked on campus as security. After some time in a class group together, we managed grab dinner and drinks. We’d often go to a local dive bar because those are the best. He was a nice guy and often witty. One night we found ourselves back on campus looking for a good spot to screw. We decided the practice football field would be perfect. It started raining so we stayed in the car. He was sitting in the passenger seat, I was straddling him. As my top came off I asked, “What if security finds us?” He replied in a deep, slow, sexy, sultry voice: “Baby, I am security”. We both cracked up and had the best time fucking in the parking lot.