The Guy who Left His Mark, Part 1

Ok, I know I haven't posted in a while. My computer disappeared for about 3 weeks, and I had a hard time getting it to come back home. But, now it has returned, as have regular postings!

This story comes from a few years back. It's first in a saga that lasted 4. Long. Years. (Read: 4 hilarious years, the hilarious part being that this guy had no clue what he was doing, and 4 years later, still doesn't.)

There wasn't anything particularly... thrilling.. about this guy. I met him at a frat party (just once I'd like to hear a story where the people met somewhere less obviously doomed for failure). He was in pledging the same frat as my good friend from high school, and the boyfriend of a future roommate. We hit it off pretty much instantly. Wait. Let me rephrase that. We had both had enough to drink that we were both screaming 'FNAR FNAR FNAR' at each other at seemingly compatible levels. After more drinks, we managed a series of grunts and moans that translated roughly to: 'You. Do me.' 'Ok.' So we drunkenly meandered back to the freshmen dorms to see what we could make of our alcohol-fueled horniness.

This is the point in the story when I pause and outline the numerous problems that had surfaced thus far.

1. He said we had to go to my room. Umm, what?? Roommates weren't a factor in this decision as we BOTH HAD THEM... What guy goes back to a girl's room that is not his girlfriend? It's not like I had a pimp one bedroom. But it's cool.. I could have let that one slide...
2. The kid's name. Now, this isn't actually problem, but more of a point of ridicule that I get hounded for every time this story comes up. His last name was a religious denomination. He might as well have been named Jason Episcopalian. Or Mike Jewish. Either would have worked. I would still be getting made fun of. Cool.
3. He was laying it on waaaaayyyyy too thick. I mean, I am all for confidence. A little cockiness is very sexy. But to paraphrase the wise, wise words of one Beyonce, if he talks like this, he gotta back it up. And I must say - it was not too big. It was not too wide. It did, in fact, fit.

So we stumble back to my room to do the deed. After he's promised me nothing short of mind-blowing sex, I was pretty excited. The sloppy making out seemed promising. The way he was devouring my lower face, I thought at least I'd get some good head. But obviously that would be too much to ask.We were doing well with foreplay - I'm sure nothing was more than passable, but drunk me was satisfied. I wanted to move things along, so started work below the belt - I am nothing if not an amazing head giver.

Now I believe in the mantra 'Give to receive.' The douchebag whose semen I had just willingly ingested did not. Fuck my life. Or at least, fuck me. But nope. He didn't. Nothing. Nope. Uh uh. After a night of 'You are gonna have a wild ride tonight' and 'You've never had anything like this before' (really, who the fuck says this shit? Oh yea, the people I have sex with). I was expecting great sex. I didn't even get sex! He said he 'didn't do that.' I'm sorry, did you turn into a Jonas Brother post-head? What college guy gets a girl naked and then doesn't have sex with her? It sounds like a round-about ploy to convert me. So I had to kick his ass out, and finish myself off. I had half a mind to go find one of my hallmates to help me out. But I wasn't that hard up.

The best part of all this? This dude didn't talk to me for 2 YEARS. He would go to ridiculous lengths to avoid me. He would literally just walk away if I tried to join a conversation. It was good to be reminded of the 1st grade while I was in college. Really brought back good memories.

But I do have to say I managed to overcome this barrier for another sexual encounter with this guy 3 years later that involved some questionable bruising. All in the name of:

That will have to wait till Part 2 though.. Till then-

Festive Fornicatin'!

The Guy with the Request

I thought I would start with one of my own stories.

I was one of those people who came to college with a boyfriend. First high school boyfriend, lost my virginity to him, true love, thought it would last forever... Yeah, well fuck that shit. I was dumped in November of my freshman year. Apparently true love doesn't stretch the 100 miles from New York to Philly. But whatever. I'm over it. So I decided to get over it then by getting some ass (obviously). It was one of the first nights it had snowed in Philly, and so of course I put on my sluttiest heels and went to a frat party with two of my girl friends, drunk and on a mission. I don't recall the early details of the night. I'm gonna assume it involves jungle juice, or some other rank drink that I could only stomach as freshman. (I had a jungle juice relapse senior year... did NOT go well.) And then my sights land on the guy of the night. He was a peripheral friend of one of the girls I was with, which satisfied my 'someone I know has to know you' rule. In retrospect (because I saw this motherfucker every day for the rest of my life), he isn't the hottest guy if his look isn't what you're into... However, I am always DTF a cute, pale Jewish boy, so I was good to go. I went over and started talking to him, and getting my flirt on. I am naturally a very outgoing person, and when I'm drunk, I think I'm the shit. Which is obviously true, because half an hour later, I get the quintessential college-guy-trying-to-get-ass line: 'Wanna get out of here?' I don't get how that works. Ladies, we all know all he wants is to fuck... Yet, something somewhere justifies it, because the gentle way he says it makes you think he wants more (which he doesn't!) At least I didn't get the other line, typical of freshmen Penn boys: 'I have a single in the Quad.' As hot as that is...

So I get back to this dude's room, and we proceed drunkenly through the motions. Nothing out of the ordinary, but nothing particularly special. But then the first bomb - he wanted to do it on his roommate's bed. Although I didn't think it was a big deal at the time, that's fucking nasty. If my roommate had had sex on my bed, I would've fucking killed her. But that's a whole different issue. Anyways, we're doing the dirty, and we're into it... until this guy opens his mouth and says to me: "I need you to grab my ass!" And he didn't stop there. He said to me that he couldn't come unless I grabbed his (bony) ass.

Pause.

Now, I'm all for fetishes. I have plenty. And I'm sure some of them are hella weird. And I don't judge other people with weird ones. Whatever makes you happy. Sure. Get yours any way you can. BUT. If I just met you like 3 hours ago, you need to hold back just a little. Cause that's how girls get scared away. You need to be at least a little comfortable with someone before you let it all out there. At least with me. Especially considering that this was the first person I was having sex with in college. What an introduction, right?

So, of course I obliged, cause I need to get this ninja off, and off of me. And he just continued like nothing's wrong... Despite the look of sheer terror on my face. Which probably explains his next action... Instead of going to bed, or kicking me out, he asked if I was ready to go back to the party. I mean, really? We did not just stop at Wawa (how I miss you) for hoagies and RedBull. My ass walked all the way to the Quad for you, so can I at least get in a nap? No?

But it's alright because I was still drunk, and I needed to tell someone about this motherfucker's ass grabbing nonsense. Which I did. For the next four years. I guess I can't really wonder why he didn't talk to me for a while after that...


Healthy ho-ing!