THE FLICK

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THE FLICK
The Flick

One night, when I was a younger man in my early 20’s, a few of my buddies at UC Davis invited me to come up and
accompany them to the AC??DC “MONEYTALKS” concert in Sacramento on Saturday night. How can I refuse an offer like that? So off I went in my ‘68 Camaro on Friday afternoon to make the :45 minute drive to Davis.
After arriving to my pals apartment, we sucked down a couple beers and were soon joined by a couple other high school buddies and the drinking and planning our Friday night continued. Calls were made and by 9pm a flock of 5 young ladies, led by a girl I had been with in HS arrived on scene. With them, a cute, 19 year old Blonde named Emily, whom I had never met before, but instantly got the “sausage eyes” look from her. I knew right then I was going to bang her.
As the night drew late, the empty bottles and Dominos piled up, and people began sneaking off in twos, I made my move by joining her for a smoke outside. (Because smoking was still cool then). After some BS small talk and close L forehead, face and I know it is a crime, all in her hair.
We hung out on the bed for a couple minutes and lit up a smoke. Not a word was spoken, except by her, asking me if she was good. Of course I said yes, you were great. She got dressed and said she had to go because her friend, the one I banged a couple years back while in HS, was her ride. Off she went. So I got dressed.
As the buddies started to bahis şirketleri emerge from their own escapades, we all sat on the couch and the Q&A session started. So after a couple of stories the focus shifted to me. Of course I was proud and wanted to share my pounding of the 2 hole to impress my buddies. Young and dumb. As I’m finishing up my story, and the crowd is roaring with laughter, I hear this voice ring out and address me. It was the HS girl that took her home and I guess she had come back unbeknownst to me. The comment was, “THATS FUCKED UP. SHE WAS A VIRGIN. SHE CRIED ALL THE WAY TO HER DORMROOM.” Of course, the room fell into a somber silence and I felt like a major asshole. I sent flowers to her and left a few messages on her recorder, but never heard from her again.
To my boys I was a legend, and they even invented an inside joke term, CORNPETER, which was thrown around by the fellas for a year or so. But I always felt bad about the bragging. I learned a lesson on humility.
In ending, I sometimes wonder what became of her. Did she become a sex addict? A nympho? Maybe even turned lesbian? But the real question that haunts me is….who the fuck found that shit infested colonel of corn I flicked off my Dick and where was it? Did someone pick it up off the carpet and think, that’s odd, I don’t remember eating corn in here. Or did it wind up in stuck on her Guess Jean jacket and simply get brushed off without perabet güvenilir mi a second thought? Only if that corn could talk. What a tale it would tell.????THE FLICK
The Flick

One night, when I was a younger man in my early 20’s, a few of my buddies at UC Davis invited me to come up and
accompany them to the AC??DC “MONEYTALKS” concert in Sacramento on Saturday night. How can I refuse an offer like that? So off I went in my ‘68 Camaro on Friday afternoon to make the :45 minute drive to Davis.
After arriving to my pals apartment, we sucked down a couple beers and were soon joined by a couple other high school buddies and the drinking and planning our Friday night continued. Calls were made and by 9pm a flock of 5 young ladies, led by a girl I had been with in HS arrived on scene. With them, a cute, 19 year old Blonde named Emily, whom I had never met before, but instantly got the “sausage eyes” look from her. I knew right then I was going to bang her.
As the night drew late, the empty bottles and Dominos piled up, and people began sneaking off in twos, I made my move by joining her for a smoke outside. (Because smoking was still cool then). After some BS small talk and close L forehead, face and I know it is a crime, all in her hair.
We hung out on the bed for a couple minutes and lit up a smoke. Not a word was spoken, except by her, asking me if she was good. Of course I said yes, you were great. perabet giriş She got dressed and said she had to go because her friend, the one I banged a couple years back while in HS, was her ride. Off she went. So I got dressed.
As the buddies started to emerge from their own escapades, we all sat on the couch and the Q&A session started. So after a couple of stories the focus shifted to me. Of course I was proud and wanted to share my pounding of the 2 hole to impress my buddies. Young and dumb. As I’m finishing up my story, and the crowd is roaring with laughter, I hear this voice ring out and address me. It was the HS girl that took her home and I guess she had come back unbeknownst to me. The comment was, “THATS FUCKED UP. SHE WAS A VIRGIN. SHE CRIED ALL THE WAY TO HER DORMROOM.” Of course, the room fell into a somber silence and I felt like a major asshole. I sent flowers to her and left a few messages on her recorder, but never heard from her again.
To my boys I was a legend, and they even invented an inside joke term, CORNPETER, which was thrown around by the fellas for a year or so. But I always felt bad about the bragging. I learned a lesson on humility.
In ending, I sometimes wonder what became of her. Did she become a sex addict? A nympho? Maybe even turned lesbian? But the real question that haunts me is….who the fuck found that shit infested colonel of corn I flicked off my Dick and where was it? Did someone pick it up off the carpet and think, that’s odd, I don’t remember eating corn in here. Or did it wind up in stuck on her Guess Jean jacket and simply get brushed off without a second thought? Only if that corn could talk. What a tale it would tell.????THE FLICK

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