“After things had died down and most of the people passed out of left, D and I decided to go to sleep in his parent’s waterbed.”
Anonymous reader “Jane” writes in:
So back in high school I went to party with two sisters that were friends of mine. We went to some house in the next school district over where they used to go to school. I was maybe 16 but wasn’t too big into drinking. I stayed reasonably sober for the night while I mingled and chatted it up with all these new people I was meeting. I became pretty close with the guy whose parents owned the house (let’s call him D) and decided to stick with him for most of the night. After things had died down and most of the people passed out of left, D and I decided to go to sleep in his parent’s waterbed. He stripped down to his boxers and I was down to only a pair of underwear. We started making out and fooling around for awhile until he stopped and just looked at me. The lights were out but I could tell he looked a little bit off. I asked him what was wrong and rolled off of him. He started coughing and I had about 2.8 seconds to get off of the bed before he puked right where I had been laying. And of course with it being on a waterbed, any movement caused the puke to roll around and touch as much surface area as possible. I guess I must have screamed a little because one of D’s friends came running into the room. I screamed for him not to turn on the light while I fumbled for my shirt and pants. I got them on and he turned on the light to D laying back down in his own vomit on the bed. His one friend dragged him to a tub and left him in there while another friend and I stripped the sheets off the bed and flung the vomit off the bedroom balcony into the woods. We left the sheets out there for D to deal with the next day. His 2 friends and I spent the rest of the late night/early morning watching soft core porn in D’s basement.