FML – Fuck My Liver

Back in college, I was going through quite a hot streak.  I bedded a new girl every week for a couple of months.  And they were decent too.  It’s not like I was taking home lagoon creatures or anything like that.  This Friday night was one of those times.

The usual gang was at the local watering hole downing drinks.  There were quite a few girls out that were in the sorority that we always hung out with.  Making rounds and pouring drinks, everyone started getting sloppy.  After chumming it up with a few of the girls, one of them started talking close and flirting.  I had known her for a couple of years, but we were never that close.  Thinking back, I realized that I didn’t know one person that this girl had hooked up with.  But this fact doesn’t outweigh my drive to take a girl home on this night.

We head back to my place by way of the “afterparty” offer.  Once back, we pours some drinks, hit the couch, and get a movie going.  It’s not long until we’re making out and dry-grinding.  After getting our clothes off, she goes down on me.  After about five minutes, I pull her up and lay her on the couch.  She stops me.  Really?  I already know that she’s not ragging so something else is up here.  “I”m a virgin,” she tells me.  “I want to have sex and we can if you want, but I wanted to let you know because, if we do, I’m going to get crazy.” 

Now I had heard a few stories about this girl and I knew that her threat was legit.  Although intoxicated, I list pros/cons in my head and determine that I should not fuck this girl.  I know it would have been amazing, but she probably wasn’t on the pill and that’s not worth the risk.  I tell her that we shouldn’t have sex and she finishes me off the way she started.  Fuck my liver.