You killed them! I thought you liked them? They liked you...
Scarpe's Rocky related story reminded me of this. (I misread it originally as Rocky Horror and had a good laugh when I realised.)

It was during the closest thing to an orgy I've ever participated in. I'll set the scene: A bunch of 20year-olds, about half of whom know each other from participating in a university club dedicated to circus tricks, go to see Rocky Horror on a big projector screen at an outdoor cinema. I imagine many of you have seen it - if so, do you recall Riff Raff and Magenta's odd Transylvanian Salute type thing? If not, it's at 2:58 of this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMkOt6nVQlU

Afterwards, a bunch of us feel like some booze and go back to the house of one bloke, let's call him Lucky Bastard as he was at that time screwing on a regular basis the tiny smokin' acrobat we shall refer to as Kitten.

There ended up being five of us crashing out at Lucky's place, Kitten, me and two blokes we'll call Jay and Silent Bob, because it approximates their physical types and also makes me giggle.

Kitten, Jay and I, who've known each other since high school, got ready to go to sleep in a king size bed that was unoccupied because Lucky's family was away (Bob crashed in Lucky's sister's single). Kitten, however, soon abandoned us to go get a bottle of whiskey and join Lucky in his attic bedroom.

Which was directly above us. And had no door. And they moved furniture.

That wasn't a euphemism, they literally moved furniture at several points, judging by the noise. We could only speculate as to how or why.

So me and Jay are lying there awkwardly for an hour listening to sex noises and imagining what must be going on up there. Eventually, Kitten drops back by our room to pout that Lucky's worn out and wants to sleep, and what with one thing and another we all end up going upstairs to keep her company "until he recovers." The racket had got Bob out of his room as well.

And she hadn't bothered to put clothes on but was going around wrapped in a blanket.

So long story short, there ends up being some making out and groping, which doesn't go further on the basis that I can't take my pants off because of my period and Jay can't take his pants off because his girlfriend's not there (good rule to have though, really). Much hilarity is derived from the fact that Lucky's response to "wake up, two seminaked girls are making out in your bed" was something along the lines of a mumbled "tell them to come back tomorrow" - I have no idea what Kitten did to the poor guy! Silent Bob felt like a bit of a... fifth wheel? because I didn't know him that well, he was mostly Kitten's friend. But you can't have five people in a house and three of them making out and not at least let him watch.

Anyway, after a while we sort of wound down, and ended up having a collective nap in a giant seminude cuddle-pile. Nothing of the sort has happened to me before or since!

Oh yeah, why did I think of it just now? Because somewhere in between the make-outs and the cuddle-pile, me and Kitten invented, performed and giggled our heads off at the Transylvanian Boob Salute. It does exactly what it says on the tin.
(Lieutenant Colonel Oblivious brought to you by intravenous sugar, Tue 11 May 2010, 14:09, 4 replies)

Don't you dare stop there...
Transylvanian Boob Salute. I want to know more!
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Tue 11 May 2010, 14:28, closed)

exactly like the one RiffRaff and Magenta do
except with tits instead of hands :P
(Lieutenant Colonel Oblivious brought to you by intravenous sugar, Tue 11 May 2010, 14:30, closed)

I like!
May I use that one in my head?
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Tue 11 May 2010, 14:36, closed)

Haha feel free :P

(Lieutenant Colonel Oblivious brought to you by intravenous sugar, Tue 11 May 2010, 14:44, closed)