Where it happened: Pool Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had just started dating this cute latino guy who was about a year older than me in college. We had started dating right before Thanksgiving, and we were going to the Winter Social that his fraternity was putting on. At the social, we drank quite a bit. The unofficial theme was Disney characters, and I remember one couple was dressed up as Aladdin and Jasmine, but the rest of us were just in dresses and suits. So we were all drinking, and having a good time, and the room started to get sort of fuzzy. At one point, me and my newfound boyfriend started decided that it was time to go. My dorm was closest to the building where the social was at, so we decided to try to go there. I texted my roommate to see if she was there, and she was. What to do! So we both read each other’s minds (telepathy works in a drunken stupor), and we power-walked to the nearest open building: the game room. We hadn’t gotten too far before, but we were both feeling it, and neither of us had any rule about needing to have dated for at least a month before having sex, so we found the nearest hip-height surface, a pool table, and started going at it. I had already popped my own cherry in anticipation so that my first time wouldn’t have to be so messy, so it was easy sailing, until we realized that we were completely drunk and had forgotten any sort of protection. I wasn’t on birth control, either. So before he came we were like, ‘Wait, nooo!!!’ and rolled around on the pool table for a few minutes in agony of blue balls. While we were realizing that we had made a potentially bad decision (since you can get pregnant from pre-cum), I also realized that the building that we were in was chock-full of windows to a main walkway. And as we were trying to regain some healthy inhibitions, I saw a man walk right past that building. I often think about him, who he was, if he saw us, and if he would recognize us and go, ‘OOOOhh, that’s THEM all right!’ So then we decided to pick ourselves up, and that we would go to our separate dorms. The next day, I started to panic in my sober state. Would I become pregnant? I called our health center, and after they told me that I should go to the nearest drug store to get Plan B, I was on my way! I went to work that night, and a very nervous boyfriend of mine came up to me while I was on my break and said, ‘Are you worried about the other night?’ and me, not really knowing him very well, stayed completely calm, and said, ‘I’m taking care of it. I’m on Plan B.’ Only months later would he tell me that he had called a friend and asked him to take my new boyfriend to the drugstore to get some Plan B just in case. I’ve always imagined him waiting in his room for his friend to come by to pick him up, standing there, nervously, too afraid to directly ask me about what I was going to do, and we were both thinking the exact same thing. Of course, when you have a first time, you have to tell your friends. So I texted my friends from home with: Sex. And in a subsequent text: On a pool table.
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