One Fabulous Night
One night, a guy friend of mine and his friend, who was in town visiting for the weekend, and I went out. We met at his apartment, went out to a bar, played pool, and proceeded to get smashed. We had a great time. After going out, we went back to my friend's apartment to watch TV and just hang out. My friend "pretended" to go to sleep out in the front room. Next thing I knew, his friend started kissing me. I got up to go to the bathroom, which was in the bedroom. As soon as I came out, his friend immediately came into the bedroom, shut the door, and started kissing me very passionately. Next thing I knew, we were undressed and having the best sex I have had in a long, long time. It went on for hours. When we woke up the next morning, we went at it again. Oh my, how he turned me on. But here's the thing. I am at least twelve years older, I just met the guy that night, and I still don't know his last name. I will probably never see him again, but that encounter is burned into my memory and I don't think I will be able to forget that one fabulous night for a long time to come, if ever.
— Marilyn, 35