Where it happened: spare bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Well, Pat was a somewhat overweight, idiotic frat boy who had this endearing habit of staring off into space and drooling slightly from the right corner of his mouth. You can see why I, a young,lithe, willowy 16 year old blond would be irrepressibly attracted to him. The moment I saw him, I knew he was the one for me.
He was throwing a party at his house, which I attended with a mutual friend of ours. My first encounter with him was as I walked into his garage. He was yelling “Who peed on my rabbit? Who fucking peed on my rabbit??” Apparently, someone had peed on his rabbit. He then turned to me, drank in my shapely, supple body, clad in tight jeans and a tank top, and he immediately switched gears. He took my hand and purred seductively “We have four kegs. You can drink all you want, beautiful.” And I did.
A few hours and much drunken debauchery later, I found myself alone in a corner with Pat. “You know, I’m really glad you came here tonight” he whispered huskily as the drool seeped slowly, insidiously from the right corner. I turned my face up to his and he took my chin in his hand and gently kissed me. Then he starting kissing me more forcefully and I kissed back, my lips frenzied and swollen with passion. His hands grappled with my stubborn bra hooks and I protested feebly, hypocritically even, because all I wanted was for him to peel off my clothes, in the same way he was rapidly peeling off all the layers of my innocence. Quickly cast to the ground, clothes and innocence alike, we mounted the bed. Then he mounted me. Fearfully, I guided him towards me. I was shaking and writhing feverishly, because I knew that this was going to mean so much to me. I knew that I would remember this forever.
WAIT! That’s not how it goes…. Rewind, start over from corner. Pat is drooling and ever so pathetically trying to get me to hook up with him. I’m laughing, I mean he’s simultaneously drooling and propositioning! I have more self respect than that! But then again, I’m drunk. Fine, ok, we start making out, no shame in that, people make out all the time. Then he takes my clothes off. Or maybe I take my clothes off. Somehow my clothes are off. Interestingly enough, his pants are merely unzipped and gathered around his thighs. So degrading, yet so hot. Funny, because at this moment, I seem to have passed out. Or blocked out the memory in any case- you would too faced with the prospect of being done by drooly-face Pat. I awoke a few hours later with a stabbing pain in my lower half where earlier in the evening there had been no pain whatsoever. And I was troubled by a disturbing dream in which I had been wrestling with an amorous walrus, but to no avail. Aha! I figured it out.
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