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During the time when I was divorced, I was attending college at Marshall U. in Huntington, WV, and tending bar at night. I went in every afternoon to get the bar straightened up and ready for the evening.
One of the girls I was seeing stopped by while I was alone in the bar one afternoon and drug me into the restroom, kicking and screaming (ok, I considered kicking and screaming for like a millisecond, that counts, right?), and had her way with me. (I had just scrubbed it with bleach, so it was clean, just powerfully bleachy smelling.) It was shameful of that young girl to do that to me, but what could I do? I was an old man of 27, while she was ummm... of college age. (Ok, she was 19 and wasn't supposed to be in the bar in the first place, but I digress.)
We weren't alone when we exited the restroom, but had acquired an appreciative audience. They all applauded except my boss, who hauled me into her office. That wasn't quite as pleasant, but we were friends and she was no prude, so it wasn't so bad, just a minor scolding for having been caught really. She was more upset that I had not thrown my girlfriend out of the bar immediately for being under the minimum drinking age than about the sex in the bathroom thing.
College life was really hard on me.
or not.
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Great stories! I wonder if there will be more! Maybe Larry Craig's biggest contribution as a result of this "scandal" will be the growth of a genre of restroom erotica!
Lou, how in three short paragraphs does one raise age difference issues, status crime issues (illegal to be in the bar, yet not illegal to have sex) and workplace rules (certainly against the rules to be having sex at work with someone who isn't legally allowed to be in your workplace) all while talking about sex!
Are you sure you're not a senator?
... that she was married?
No?
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to me, apparently.
I was minding my own business when we first met in class. She didn't have a text book the first few days, and she asked if she could sit next to me and read out of mine. I'm friendly, she's pretty, no prob.
She totally flirted with me (I was stone headed and didn't even notice because I'm not nearly as suave in real life) and kept "accidentally" bumping my hand and my knee, and finally just invited herself back to my apartment after about a week.
After a few weeks it dawned on me to ask where she lived, to which she replied "We live over blah blah". I of course asked "We who?" and she said "me and my husband".
Um... Who the hell thinks to ask a nineteen year old college girl if she's married?
Not me. Especially if I'm recently divorced, she's really pretty, has long red curly hair, and she wants to get in my bed. That question usually slips my mind.
I met Erika on Market Street in San Francisco, we had just started seeing each other after becoming friends and we were only supposed to get a cup of coffee but touching led to groping which led us to try and find a more private place to make out. 'Employee only' signs indicate that there might not be many people there, especially after six even more so in a building that was undergoing renovations so we went through the chain link barrier and climbed the stairs to the third floor hallway making out the whole way. Erica said "I want you to fuck me" some ripped clothes later as I was fucking her against the wall we both heard jingling keys accompanying footsteps climbing the stairs so we retreated into the ladies room and fount that using the sink for support worked better than a wall for her. Afterward we beat a hasty retreat past the departing worker with the jingling keys.
