The day after
A few years ago, I had a very good friend with whom I used to talk about our various life problems all night on MSN. We were far apart so we didn't get to see each other that often, but when we did, it was always a lot of fun -- nothing sexual, just hanging out.

One day however, we had both just broken up with our respective partners and felt like complete shit, so we decided to go out with a couple of his friends. A few hours later we were both insanely drunk, and of course, mutual comforting ensued... pleasuring each other a few blocks away from where the party was, in the middle of the street - quite classy, I know. After a while we decided it was time to go home. When we arrived at his studio a friend of his was already sleeping in his bed, and as everything was in the same room, we decided to keep it civilized and not fuck each other. A few drinks later however, we were of course fucking each other on the couch/floor, keeping an eye on the friend, who appeared to be very drunk and very asleep.

The next day, as they both walked me back to the train station, his friend said to me: "glad you enjoyed it last night, I had fun wanking to you two".

I was mortified.
(St. Dymphna, Fri 12 Oct 2007, 12:27, Reply)