College was a time of experimentation for me. Recently freed from the shackles of Christianity, I was finally able to try the things I'd wanted to during high school. Namely, sexual pastimes.
The girl I was dating at the time taught me various techniques for pleasing the fairer sex, and I was using these techniques while her roommate was out for the night. And she was just...talking. Not about anything in particular, either. She regaled me with stories of shopping, friends, things she did that day, and all other matters of total unimportance. Rather annoyed, I reached back, found her G-spot, and starting hammering it mercilessly.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she finally fell silent. I should have left it at that, but being the total smartass that I am, I said: "Oh look, I found the mute button!"
I've been in a couple schoolyard fights in my time, but... She punched me so hard that I saw stars, and fell over backwards off the bed. I knew I'd had that coming, so I hiked up my clothes and started to head to the door. She grabbed me, pulled me back to the bed, and said "You're not finished!"
Easily one of my proudest moments.
