The second time I got beejed up also coincides with the first & only time I've ever sharted. I was hanging around Brigham Circle in Mission Hill one night with a bunch of my friends. Some wasted asian chick is yelling for her friend and we start talking to her. I couldn't tell she was drunk, she seemed pretty aware of everything & walking alright, and I thought she was pretty cute. She tags along with us for a half hour or so, and then everyone plans on running away from her because she was annoying the piss out of them; I still thought she was cute so I stuck around. My friends yelled back "Mack harder!" & I proceeded as such.
I ended up walking her back to her dorm in Northeastern, she signed me in and we sat on her bed listening to music. We end up making out and that's when I first realized how wasted she was--her vodka breath made my stomach uneasy. She takes off her top & she's got a good
going on. About 5'2", B cup, soft skin, first asian--I was into it. Then she started giving me a HJ & I think she was under the impression that if she didn't keep her speed above 55MPH that my penis would explode. It hurt so much but I suffered through it. She wanted to bone, but this was when I was still a virgin and under the hallucination that I wanted to at least lose it to someone I loved--so I turned her down.
She then went down on me for about 30 seconds and it was a glorious spectacle. Little asian girl with a small mouth with plump lips and tiny hands--it was beautiful. But then she stopped and kept asking to bone. I convinced her finally that because she was way too drunk & I wasn't, it'd be a bad choice. I left about an hour later, and she wrote down her number & email. On the walk back I realize my ass is really chaffed. Unbearably chaffed. I check it out once I get back to my friend's, and I see a shit stain on my underwear. Then a flashback reel played back to me--I had chinese food that night, I remember letting off a wet fart before going to that girl's dorm, and I also remember her pulling down my pants while I laid on her
white sheets. I laughed at my misfortune, but I wasn't planning on calling her anyway. Now sometimes I wonder if she stopped going down on me because it smelled rank or because she was fluffing me.