Blog Secret

First off, thanks to everyone for the congradulations! You all made my morning. Second, today, I’m participating in something called Blog Secret. Basically, everyone participating (list can be found here) wrote a post about something they can’t share on their own blog for whatever reason. All the posts then got all scrambled up and sent out for someone else to post on their blog anonymously. Below is the post I was sent. I didn’t write it. The post I wrote is floating out there somewhere. So enjoy someone else’s writing for a day. (A little note of warning: it’s a tad more risque than things I usually post here, so be warned. Mom – I’m looking at you!) Thanks to Nilsa for organizing!

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Ok. BlogSecret. Something I’m dying to talk about, but am too shy to attach my identity to it. Here goes:

It started out as an innocent game of truth or dare with my closest friends. There were four boys, one of which is one of my best, best friends, we’ll call him BFF Boy. Over 4 years ago, while we were in college, we were non-serious boyfriend-girlfriend for like 2 months. In retrospect, reasons we didn’t work out make so much sense now that I know him as well as I do now (I’m programmed for relationships; he’s on the move ALL THE TIME).

Anyway, it’s safe to say that things got a little weird. Note to self: Be careful who you play hours of Truth or Dare with while consuming bottle after bottle of wine and champagne, and ruling that any such “dare” would have to occur within the boundaries of the hot tub we were all sitting in, thus limiting the possibilities of what dares actually could happen.

Anyway, there were only two girls, myself and LP. I started off being lame (aka not drunk enough for the dares I saw coming) and kept saying “truth”. Given the nature of co-ed-drunken-hot-tub-truth-or-dare, naturally all of the “truths” were sex-related:

Where’s the coolest place you’ve had sex? (In the back of a pickup truck in the parking lot of the baseball fields where my then-boyfriend played summer baseball tournaments) Ever been with another girl? (No, but I’d secretly like to.) How many people have you slept with? (17. Don’t judge me.)

Right about then, I decided I didn’t necessarily want all the boys to know any more about my sex life, so I started risking dares. Of course, this meant kisses. Girls kisses, three-way kisses, etc. I had my bra untied by one of the guys’ teeth and had to untie the drawstring of another guy’s swim shorts in the same manner. Other things that happened included ass-biting, random cuddling, bottles of whiskey and red wine being passed, a champagne break, and finding out things about my friends I’ll have to take to my grave.

It got kind of crazy.

Then (if that’s not obvious), I got kind of drunk. LP and I started making out just for the hell of it. Just about every other turn. She’d never kissed a girl, and I felt like the sassy, more experienced one (does fantasizing about it count as experience?) deflowering the young, sweet virgin. And she tasted good. And had really soft lips. I was quite pleased to realize that kissing girls is, in fact, quite hot. (Or maybe making out in the hot tub with champagne breath is hot. Either way…)

It was like a debaucherous Spring Break beach party, except that we’re all too close of friends for most of it to have really been sexy. It was mostly just awkward. Except for the part where I got to make out with LP. That was pretty sexy.

But I suppose that’s what happens when 8 half-naked 20somethings drink too much champagne and sit in a hot tub for 4+ hours…

Then, things took a turn for the more interesting, more weird, more… awesome. LP, BFF boy and I decided to call it a night around 4am. I know BFF Boy has had a thing for LP since she started hanging around our crew this summer. But I also knew that LP was dealing with ending a long-distance relationship and that she wasn’t looking for anything serious. So, being the good friend that I am , as we changed out of our swimsuits and into our PJs, I asked her if she wanted to be left alone with him because I knew he hoped to continue making out with her. She BEGGED me not to leave her alone with him, so I didn’t. That meant that the three of us were now planning to sleep in BFF Boy’s bed.

You know where this is going.

I found myself sandwiching a very sweet and drunkish LP in between myself and BFF Boy as we vied for her attention with our kisses and cuddles. I wouldn’t really call it a threesome (at least not by normal standards – no one got naked, and BFF Boy and I barely touched each other except for a couple of semi-awkward kisses)… LP just got the sweet end of a deal with two people fighting over her for a couple of hours, kissing her and randomly groping her wherever we could reach. It was pretty PG-rated by Official Threesome Rules, but it was a good, solid make-out session. Looking back, that was honestly probably for the best, considering how close the three of us actually are in Friend World.

Either way, I got a sweet deal finally getting to make out with a chick for real. I’ve kissed girls before in a very PG-rated way, and I went out with a girl (like on a date, kind of) a couple of times a few years ago, scoring a “real” goodnight Girl Kiss. But until this night, I’d never full out roaming hands, rolling-around-on-a-bed, hands-through-her-hair make out session with a girl despite having always wanted to. Now that I’ve made it to second base?

I’d like to swing for a triple next time…