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» Teenage Parties
College Parties
Ah the heady days of 17... We used to get so boozed up at sixth form college that the novelty hard worn off for us by University. Sorry about the lengh...
Let me just set the scene. College Christmas party, 2001. Theme: Fancy Dress. This is important.
We all went and rented costumes the week before, sadly the Storm Trooper one was stolen. I went as Batman, my good friend Alan was a Cowboy, another friend of mine, Chris, went as a Hawaiin Cop if I recallc correctly. Two of my other friends, Simon and James, went as a gorilla and a wookie respectively.
The problem with being seventeen is that you can;t get served. Some people at the college party were 18, but most were well under leagal drinking age, so we had a few drinks at my house and them moved onto Taunton's most sadly missed udnerage drinking hole - Chambers.
Chamberes was essentially a dungeon with a pricelist pinned over the sign warning you that you would be I.D.ed (hence, it was closed down shortly after turning 18). We figured (quite rightly) that the club would be hard on I.D. so we hit the shots. Big time. By the time we left the bar we were totally smashed but before we were totally smashed I found out my slightly mental ex-girlfriend was attending the party and I told my friends that they were to stop me even talking to her. They pledged, as my good friends that they would keep me apart from her whatever happens. Ah, I thought, what good mates...
Anyway, we rolled onto the club and skipped the cue due to our fantastic costumes. I quickly found out that the foam muscles of my suit and the mask meant that girls suddenly found me irresistable and within 10 minutes I was dancing in the middle of a ring of netball hotties who had no idea I was a History geek. I was soon indluging in more than a tiny bit of clumsy teenage petting with most of them.
All was going OK until problem A appeared: Alan, the Cowboy, was on Student council. He found is a load of wristbands that marked us out as 18 years old. Amazing! Drinking trebled... Soon we were so drunk that the rest of the ngiht is quite literally a daze.
Problem B was my ex-girlfriend. She appeared, drunk and horny for my blood, and where were my friends? The Cowboy was dancing with the wall, the Hawaiin cop was sat on the lap of a girl who was actually a lesbian and my hairy friends were nowhere to be seen. So I ran away.
And again.
And again.
Finally, on the dance floor she caught me with cheeky crotch grab. Oh well I thought, can't help but dance. Problem was, she glued her crotch against mine and soon we were pulling away and to be honest, I was loving her big soft and filthy lips.
Suddennly, I was attacked by a hairy black thing. Pushed to the floor I sprung up and was fronted by an incredibly angry monkey. I was so smashed I didn't know what was going on as he shouted at me. Suddenly he removed his head and I realised it was my mate Simon. Phew... I was saved fromy my ex. Not.
I claming told him where to go and proceeded to snog my ex whilst he stood, arms folded, only 3 feet away looking down on my with sheer disapproval. I don't remember this but apparently I decided to up the anti and undid the straps on my ex-s top and then span her round holding her breasts so it stayed on. Finally my monkey friend, seeing I was undressing my ex on the dance floor, pushed me away towards the door and the toilets where we both sobered up enough to realise that everyone was wasted, there was sick everywhere and at least two couples were having sex in the toilets. One girl had sex with 7 men that night.
On the way home one of my friends told me he was a virgin and said he didnt know when it would end. Very amusing.
I believe another was ejected from the club for being too drunk and I sprained my ankle by attempting to run up verticle monument to our World War veterans in the town centre.
The next day college was awash with tales of the great kisser in the Batman suit. "He must have not gone to our college," one girl noted. Like Bruce Wayne, my identity will always be secret...
(Tue 18th Apr 2006, 12:58, More)
College Parties
Ah the heady days of 17... We used to get so boozed up at sixth form college that the novelty hard worn off for us by University. Sorry about the lengh...
Let me just set the scene. College Christmas party, 2001. Theme: Fancy Dress. This is important.
We all went and rented costumes the week before, sadly the Storm Trooper one was stolen. I went as Batman, my good friend Alan was a Cowboy, another friend of mine, Chris, went as a Hawaiin Cop if I recallc correctly. Two of my other friends, Simon and James, went as a gorilla and a wookie respectively.
The problem with being seventeen is that you can;t get served. Some people at the college party were 18, but most were well under leagal drinking age, so we had a few drinks at my house and them moved onto Taunton's most sadly missed udnerage drinking hole - Chambers.
Chamberes was essentially a dungeon with a pricelist pinned over the sign warning you that you would be I.D.ed (hence, it was closed down shortly after turning 18). We figured (quite rightly) that the club would be hard on I.D. so we hit the shots. Big time. By the time we left the bar we were totally smashed but before we were totally smashed I found out my slightly mental ex-girlfriend was attending the party and I told my friends that they were to stop me even talking to her. They pledged, as my good friends that they would keep me apart from her whatever happens. Ah, I thought, what good mates...
Anyway, we rolled onto the club and skipped the cue due to our fantastic costumes. I quickly found out that the foam muscles of my suit and the mask meant that girls suddenly found me irresistable and within 10 minutes I was dancing in the middle of a ring of netball hotties who had no idea I was a History geek. I was soon indluging in more than a tiny bit of clumsy teenage petting with most of them.
All was going OK until problem A appeared: Alan, the Cowboy, was on Student council. He found is a load of wristbands that marked us out as 18 years old. Amazing! Drinking trebled... Soon we were so drunk that the rest of the ngiht is quite literally a daze.
Problem B was my ex-girlfriend. She appeared, drunk and horny for my blood, and where were my friends? The Cowboy was dancing with the wall, the Hawaiin cop was sat on the lap of a girl who was actually a lesbian and my hairy friends were nowhere to be seen. So I ran away.
And again.
And again.
Finally, on the dance floor she caught me with cheeky crotch grab. Oh well I thought, can't help but dance. Problem was, she glued her crotch against mine and soon we were pulling away and to be honest, I was loving her big soft and filthy lips.
Suddennly, I was attacked by a hairy black thing. Pushed to the floor I sprung up and was fronted by an incredibly angry monkey. I was so smashed I didn't know what was going on as he shouted at me. Suddenly he removed his head and I realised it was my mate Simon. Phew... I was saved fromy my ex. Not.
I claming told him where to go and proceeded to snog my ex whilst he stood, arms folded, only 3 feet away looking down on my with sheer disapproval. I don't remember this but apparently I decided to up the anti and undid the straps on my ex-s top and then span her round holding her breasts so it stayed on. Finally my monkey friend, seeing I was undressing my ex on the dance floor, pushed me away towards the door and the toilets where we both sobered up enough to realise that everyone was wasted, there was sick everywhere and at least two couples were having sex in the toilets. One girl had sex with 7 men that night.
On the way home one of my friends told me he was a virgin and said he didnt know when it would end. Very amusing.
I believe another was ejected from the club for being too drunk and I sprained my ankle by attempting to run up verticle monument to our World War veterans in the town centre.
The next day college was awash with tales of the great kisser in the Batman suit. "He must have not gone to our college," one girl noted. Like Bruce Wayne, my identity will always be secret...
(Tue 18th Apr 2006, 12:58, More)