“Sure, he was unattractive and racist with a tiny dick… but I told him that my hands were shaking because I do crack”
“Shannon” writes in:
My freshman year of college, I still hadn’t figured out what it meant
to have standards. And so I went with two of my girl friends to the
frat house where their boyfriends lived. The hallways smelled like a
vet office and there were random holes in the wall, approximately fist
sized.
I could still handle my hard liquor, so I downed a lot of straight
vodka in a game of connections. Then it was time for the couples to
get it on, so my friend’s boyfriend walks me down the hall to some
random frat guys room and drops me off. I’d never met the guy before.
The confederate flag hanging in the window should have been a red
light, but I stayed anyway in hopes of sex.
After five minutes of exchanging coquettish looks and no words, we
started making out on the floor. After a few more minutes of sloppy
make out, we move to the bunk beds. I think this is where I turn into
the disgusting make out.
Sure, he was unattractive and racist with a tiny dick… but I told him
that my hands were shaking because I do crack (they weren’t, and I
didn’t). But he still kept undressing me. Then I called my best friend
on the phone around 3am in the middle of foreplay. He conveniently got
“whiskey dick” after playing 2 inches for 2 minutes, so we just went
to sleep. He started telling me how he was worried about going to Iraq
with the army and I told him I was really here to hook up with his
hott roommate. Then I made him sleep on the bottom bunk because I
didn’t want him to try to spoon me.
The next morning, I tried to leave inconspicuously and just walked out
of the room with my clothes in hand. A few days later, my friend’s
boyfriend in the frat house was talking to me about the whole thing. I
was the talk of the house after I asked my racist sloppy hook up to
“show me where you like it.” My friends haven’t let me forget it.