Drink! Bird! Shag! Weed!
I'd been out with a few friends for a few drinks. The evening wore on, and I began to feel dunker and drunker. I was pounced upon by a girl a year or two older, in fact, she was a senior student employed by the Uni to keep troublesome freshers out of trouble.

We had a snog in the club (Republic) and I was egged on by friends to go home and sleep with her. Frankly I didn't need any encouragement.

We got home and rushed into my room discarding clothes willy nilly as we went. We leapt into bed, and after a little warming up we were off!

Suddenly the door flew ooen, the light came on, and two drunken friends stumbled in. Hannah and I froze, as did Andy and Drew, and for a brief minute there was a frozen tableaux of two shocked men, another surprised man, and a woman, still bouncing gently, tits at the high port, before she screamed and we made an attempt at modesty.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" I yelled.
"Erm, got any weed mate?" they replied.
"In the drawer. Now fuck off. I'm busy!" I concluded.

They took the weed, and Hannah took a great deal of convincing to continue. On went another johnny, and away we went. She had her face buried in the pillow, I was savouring the view of her bum, the door flew open.

"Got any rizla?"

This time Hannah was inconsolable, and ran home. I wiped my willy and went into the living room and skinned up. If you can't beat em and all that.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Fri 12 Oct 2007, 11:21, Reply)