Hello, all. J.Camm is out of the office with an unspecified fireworks-related injury. That means I was privy to your recent tales of hook-up heroitude. You’re all messed-up in the head. Submit your story here for inclusion. To the dirty details.
It was my junior-year summer and my Bros and I had been slaying ass all summer long. It was another Friday night in June and we start our night like most, pre-gaming the pre-game party. After slamming a few back, we take some roadies and head to my Bro’s slampiece’s house to start the rage and possibly find an early-night hookup, or as I like to call her, a first-inning home run.
We arrive at the party and as soon as we walk in we notice it’s nothing but random girls, minus a few non-Bros.
Keg stands and beer pong ensue.
I look across from me during in intense game of flip cup and I see this blonde that wasn't exactly a 10 but we rated a solid 7. We will call her No. 1. We start
hitting it off instantly, and I already know she is pretty much in the bag for the night. As the party reaches rage climax, we move the party from the house to the bars downtown, except me and the 7 decide to find a little space for a quickie.
We have a great first inning hooking up, then push out to the bar. Once there, we rage like we always do.
As the night moves into the later hours, my Bros
head off with their slampieces for the night and tell me that if I don't end up staying with the chick I was with then I would have to find a way back to the
apartment. As they set off on their night of normal f*****g with the regulars the "sure thing" I thought I had gets a call from a friend saying she needs her
The sure thing ends up wanting to leave because the mother hen c*ck-block was having boy problems. Now it’s about 4 a.m. and I'm stuck debating what to do, when all of the sudden I get a text from this chick that I had been trying to get with for a while (we will call her No. 2).
It’s the classic drunk-and-looking-to-hook-up text. While texting No. 2, No. 1 decides she is leaving to go be with her friend. I then proceed to No. 2's house to be greeted with shot and a glad-to-see-you kiss.
At this point I should explain No. 2. My Bro had a class with her and ended up bringing her over to swim at my place. The whole time she was there Tim wouldn't have more than a two-minute conversation with her and, seeing that this was the first time she has ever hung out with him, it seemed to be failing. So I started testing the waters with her and she instantly dived right in. After a great time drinking and partying, she gets ready to leave but first gets my number for a later date.
Back to the story. We waste no time. One shot and then it’s off to the bed room. I must say she f*cked like a champ. After another morning session, I say my goodbyes and meet up with my Bros to see how their night went and blow them away with my great night.