I wanna do it like we used to do it.

Just get drunk and fuck. A lot.

Like when my friend D had that tequila party. The deal was you had to bring a bottle of tequila—any kind, shape, size, whatever—to get into the party. And no two for one bullshit. Each person had to have their own individual bottle.

I brought a bottle of Cuervo. It’s all I really knew at the time, and definitely all I could afford. I walked over to the party which was on the furthest reaches of campus.

It was a surprisingly cool party. Everything was midnight blue and darker.

I ended up in the basement with a sorority girl that I’d fucked for the first time the weekend prior. She was a sexy little thing, with a tight body and lots of curly, blond hair. “Don’t mess with Texas” is what I called her.

But her and I ended up in the basement of the tequila party. She was sitting on a countertop, and I was standing in between her legs. She was wearing a small skirt. I touched her through her panties. They were soaking wet.

I pushed up against her. I pulled my hard cock out of my overalls (hey, it was the ‘90s. Sue me) and rubbed it against her vulva. She moaned in my ear.

“Don’t you DARE fuck me here,” she sighed breathlessly. The basement was almost pitch dark, with a dim black light in the corner providing the only light. I moved in closer. I pulled her panties aside. And I slid inside her dewy yum yum.

“Don’t you DARE cum inside me,” she moaned, as I subtly thrust into her chewy strawberry swirl. Knowing that people were standing just a few feet away from us turned me on like craaaaazy.

I think she was feeling it too. She put her head down, wrapped a hand around my neck and ground her pussy down onto my dick. This went on for about 20 minutes.

I barely remember us stumbling across campus to her sorority house, laughing and taking swings from our almost empty bottles of tequila.

We fucked like dogs in her bed, until I finally came with a sharp, almost painful orgasm deep inside her little vagina. There was a rubber in between us, obvs. I kind of remember a couple of her sorority sisters trying to sneak in to watch. Texas and I both noticed them, but played it off. We were full-blown porn stars that night, baby. They left in a flurry of shocked giggles right after I came.

I also distinctly remember leaving the condom under her bed because I was too tired to try and find the bathroom naked in some Greek house.

Texas and I eventually both passed out, stinking drunk.

I woke up in the wee morning hours, and took probably the happiest walk of shame home of my entire life. There's something magical about a college campus at dawn. Plus you see the craziest shit.

That was a good really good day. I would imagine raisin French toast from Angelo's was involved.

Freedom 09: July 2

“So you really are a nasty boy.”

I think I subconsciously knew something was going to happen between us, especially when she stepped out of the car looking like some kind of 6-foot tall sex bomb, luscious brunette curls cascading down her slender back (see above).

We’ve always had an unusually strong and intimate connection. But over the ten years that we’ve known each other, it’s always remained plutonic.

Then again, so much has changed since those days, especially me. I’ve learned to at least accept if not love myself to a degree that I’m just more open to the possibilities. Ah, I’ve finally grown a pair. That’s all.

We went to the club, and it was as ridiculous as expected. Well, we did some lines first. I wanted to test the waters, and just like that New Year’s Eve all those moons ago when she first introduced me to blow, she dove right in.

The club was packed, mostly with hot women. But next to me, gripping my hand, was the sexiest lady in the place. We drank a lot of vodka, laughed at the scene, and left.

We picked up a friend of hers, a sultry, olive-skinned beauty. I didn’t ask, but I think she’s biracial. The three of us bought a large bottle of vodka and went back to my place.

We did a lot of coke. They called another friend to come over—a tall, gorgeous blond with mischievous eyes. She’d just come from getting a tattoo done on her back. To show us, she simply dropped her dress and turned around. There she was, naked except for a pair of tiny Hello Kitty panties, standing in the middle of my living room. She had lovely, brown-tipped breasts and a lean, flat stomach. Her ass…oh, that ass. Let freedom ring, baby.

The night progressed. More cocaine was snorted. The blond got dressed and left. The cute biracial girl passed out on the couch. And the bombshell and I attacked each other with a fervor generally reserved for Animal Planet.

“You should just manhandle me,” she slurred drunkenly as I eagerly pawed at her long, muscular body. Her left nipple is pierced with a small silver hoop that I tugged at with my teeth. When I pulled aside her panties, I found a small barbell through her clit hood.

We licked, sucked, tugged, wrestled, kissed—everything but fucked.

“I just got dumped and you’re on a break,” she panted at one point. “Maybe we should take it slow.”

And then she grabbed by crotch and bit my neck—hard.

We fell into my bed, practically fighting as we dug into each other.

She rammed two of my fingers deep into her sweet, slippery warmth. I bit her thigh and she sunk her teeth into my arm. Outside, the sun waited as long as possible before finally relenting and taking a peek over the horizon and at the debauchery going on in my room.

I grabbed her by the throat and held her down. She smiled. That’s when she said it.

“So you really are a nasty boy.”

I don’t remember when we curled up into a cuddle spoon and fell asleep.

When we woke up, she asked for water. She gave me a deep, delicious tongue kiss. Her friend that we left sleeping on the couch was gone.

We went out for food and came back to my place.

“OK, come here,” she purred. We curled up on the couch, put on a movie and fell asleep.

Epilogue: The following morning, I woke up totally sore all over my body. When I looked in the mirror, there were huge, splotchy bruises along my shoulders and biceps. Thankfully, she spared my neck. When I saw her, she had similar markings along her inner thigh and on her ass.

In public

My hottest gf was ironically enough my first gf. We were a couple of high school misfits that found randomly found each other at a local teenage hangout. She was from the suburbs and I was from the city. She had an almost-mohawk and wore her eyeliner like Siouxsie Sioux. Needless to say, I was immediately smitten.

Our first date ended up in a parked car behind her high school. We never looked back.

One of my favorite memories was when one of her best friends from high school got married not long after graduation. It was a surreal affair, on multiple levels. Needless to say, that marriage did not last long.

There was one weird moment during the reception, when the gf and I decided to take a walk around the grounds (wedding was held at a country club). We found this old-fashioned little bridge going over a tiny stream. We were standing on it when we realized that there was no one around—at all. We started making out, and soon I’d turned her around, lifted up her dress and was fucking her from behind on the bridge. We fucked for a good five minutes before the thrill was too much. That’s when I pulled my usual move of pushing her on her knees and coming on her face. But since we were still at this wedding party, she jammed my dick into her mouth so the cum shot straight down her throat instead of messing up her make-up.

The best part is that’s far from the freakiest story I have about that girl. She’s the one female I’ve known in my life that is (was, anyway) as sexually twisted as myself. Wait until I tell you about the bizarre orgy she took me to in college…