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I want to party with you, madmanMy first real girlfriend, senior year of high school. We've been dating 4 months or so and she's house sitting for a family friend. We're hot and heavy on the bed, using all the sweet moves she taught me to get her worked up and she asks "Do you have a condom?" Of course, like an idiot I don't. I leave her on the bed and drive 20 min. to the store. Classic movie scene. I'm running through the Smiths looking for condoms. Run back to the checkout and the older guy sees me looking dishelved, sweaty and with a giant grin on my face. He tells me "Good Luck."
Get back to the house and she's still ready for me. Now, I practiced putting one on a few times at home like any normal teenage boy. But there, in that unfamiliar house, with all the pressure in the world on me, I threw that ****** on my pistol as fast as I could. I remember thinking "Damn, it's never this hard at home." The whole time we're doing it I'm feeling this pinch. I eventually give up out of pain. Upon inspection in the bathroom I somehow scratched and cut myself. What a fucking idiot. Epic story. Epic fail.
She made it up though. BWAHAHA!
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