A Night Alone With My Best Friend - Sex Stories

A Night Alone With My Best Friend

It was a night to remember, and the first of several future fun and exciting encounters that would continue.

I met Kyle on the first day of my freshman year at college. We hit it off right away. We laughed at the same stuff, liked the same music, we thought the same girls were hot, and we liked to get drunk and stoned routinely. We’re friends to this day, in fact. I lived with a couple of friends in a house about 5 miles off campus, and he lived with his sister, Lola, about a mile further down the same country road. We could get to each other’s houses in a matter of minutes.

Kyle and I had the same general experience in high school. He grew up in Memphis, and I grew up in a small MS beach town called Bay St. Louis, which was about 30 minutes outside of New Orleans. We both had lots of friends, dated lots of girls, and we both played multiple sports. I played football and baseball, and he played basketball and ran track. He was at university on a track scholarship, while I fell in love with music during the summer between my junior and senior years and quit all sports to play in a band. I still loved sports, and he loved music, so again, we got along great.

A difference between us physically was that when I quit sports, I got kind of finicky. I was 5’11” and weighed about 170. He was 5’9” and weighed about 190, but it was all lean muscle. He would take off his shirt at the pool and girls couldn’t stop staring at him. He knew he could get laid whenever he wanted ...

... to, and he was genuinely funny and personable to everyone he met. I was the funniest and most personable person you could ever know, provided that you got the chance to know me. I wasn’t as socially outgoing as he was.

He and I were inseparable for the four years we were there. One night during our sophomore year, we took a road trip to Kyle’s hometown of Memphis to go and see 2 bands, Superchunk and Sonic Youth. His parents were out of town, and we had their house to ourselves. Both bands were anchored by amazing female bass players, Laura Ballance and Kim Gordon. This was 1993. Laura was an adorably sexy nerd, and Kim Gordon was the shit. Coolest persona, great voice, just a badass woman.

We had a blast! Some of Kyle’s old buddies met up with us there, and we proceeded to get hammered, dancing, drinking, molly, etc. The show ended around 11, and we moved on to another bar for a few drinks, before heading home. Kyle was trying to pick up some girls to go back with us, but struck out. It was a Wednesday night. People had shit to do the next day.

We had a couple of tabs of molly left so we took them, had another drink at the bar, then headed to his parents house. Both of us were rolling and feeling amazing by this time. Kyle threw some music on in the living room when we got there, and told me I could stay in Lola’s room, so I immediately went to her room and closed the door.

She had the perfect stereotypical girls room, with a princess bed and her own bathroom. ...