So this may be my worst story of all.
but all stories need to be told may they be good or bad.
So I had been seeing this girl I'd met. which if anything is rare. I never commit but let's be honest is seeing someone really any sort of commitment...? Yea I didn't think so.
Well the annual kegger was coming and I had someone coming to share it with me. My girl Ashley had moved back to Toronto for the summer even though I had met her here because the school year was over. She came down on a thursday. So we ended up at my favorite Thursday location at the time Gracies west. We drank and you know what? We drank hard. The next day wasn't so grand because I was preparing for the kegger and my girl at the time ended up tanked way too early. She was an embarrassment to me no matter how she introduced herself to friends coming by my pad she was pretty fallen over drunk. Why? because she proved that she wasn't unable to handle her booze like me. In reality if you can't handle your booze like me then I won't even give you the time of day. So the girl I was seeing couldn't handle her booze. This wasn't off to good start but my girl came down from Toronto to be with me so she deserved and earned my respect with being there with me. Hell this woman was even willing to share another woman with me. That fact almost is the reason why I'm writing this story. We had agreed to share my bed with another.
So now I begin writing about the day of the event. I warned her of her intake and how she should handle herself being my girl. Frankly I just wanted to make sure she didn't embarrass me. I wanted her to keep her composure so we could find someone to join us once the night was over and done with. Who was I kidding it was a kegger. I was host and she should rightfully be allowed to enjoy her night.
I was far too busy making sure no one was fucking with my place to pay attention on my girls intake. I mean someone has to be security. I was self appointed security. Why you might ask. Because no one fucks with my place.
The next thing I know one of my roommates is telling me my girl is passed out half in my room and half in the hall. So I go up to check on her. There she is half n half as I was told. Not having the time to do anything else I brought her into my room so she could sleep it off and so I could continue making sure my place was secure.
This is when another person comes into the story. I come downstairs to be introduced to quite an interesting character. On meeting Beth the introduction went like this: Hey. Do you wanna spoon? haha the game was on! because to me spooning meant forking purely cause I didn't know any better.
What did I care my girl was already passed out. Even after I told her to watch her intake. Not going to lie I was fucking pissed.
So as the night progressed Beth seemed like a perfect candidate to join me and my girl. Too bad she was passed the fuck out. Not sure how I ended up there but eventually me and Beth were making out on the trampoline. So as the make out session ended up becoming quite intense I began to have the urge to take Beth back to my room. Seemed like a good plan if I didn't already have a woman passed out in my room.
What's a guy to do? So I tried to claim the sofa in the basement not knowing it had already been claimed by another who had passed out in our basement. Did this stop me and girly from hooking up? Nope.
Instead we ended up taking the chair beside the couch. Yup we fucked on the chair. We fucked on the floor. I've never fucked to an audience. nor would I try to. To my knowledge Brian was asleep.
Once we were done we went to the garage for a smoke. I wanted more. We had chemistry it was clear. Could I show my room to her? Not fucking likely. Another was already in my bed.
This is when I realized that my parents had left for the weekend.
So it seemed right to take her somewhere we could have some fun. Without an audience. So this is when I told her the scenario I made it clear why we would be going to my parents.
So before we left my place she knew what was up.
As we left my place she went into the living room to notify her friends that she was going to Griff's house. the whole living room took a second take. one even said um aren't we at Griff's house. Which of course made me laugh cause we were in fact at my place.
So off to Griff's place.. lol
Yes we hooked up again. Twice I believe. Once everything was said and done we went back to my place. No wonder this story is so hard to tell. It confuses me to even write it.
Beth already knew about Ashley. But the look of guilt on her face when she woke up and came down and gave me a kiss good morning was completely guilt ridden. Was it my fault she felt guilty? Nope because she was fully warned.
So finally I end this story by saying. she wanted to spoon which I thought meant forking. And if your gonna tell the true story you might as well throw a knife in the mix.
Knife, fork spoon.
Hopefully someone can make sense of the retardedness I call my life. Just to be clear I'm not proud of my actions but it does have quite and epic sounding story to it.
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