This story is one of my personal favorites. Mainly because I saw most of it first hand, but also because the two people involved are still in a relationship. This should make a great story for them to tell their kids about how they first met. However, they might want to hide this story until the kids are a bit older and can understand the drunken hookup a little better. This is the kind of story that would make any kid end up cringing at their parents while suffering cold chills and dry heaving every time they see them together.

This one starts out with me, my friend, and my girlfriend at the time going to a nearby university to visit her best friend. At this time my friend and I had only been introduced to my girlfriend’s friend and were basically nothing more than acquaintances. Things would change quickly. Soon after we arrived, the drinking games had started, and we were all well on our way to being wasted. It didn’t take long, but my friend and our host soon became googly-eyed for each other.

So we’re at the bar and my friend and the girl had been flirting for a while. Next thing I know, in the middle of the bar they are making out like the ship is going down. Were talking hardcore, with people noticing and staring and pointing. Their juices were flowing that night. Before long, the horny bastards wanted to leave the bar early. Geez, I wonder why?

We get back to her apartment and naturally, we’re all drunk, so we need some drunken food. So we scavenge her apartment and find macaroni and cheese, but of course, we just had to have two boxes, you know because we were just sooooo hungry. So my girlfriend goes into the other room and I start the macaroni and cheese. So I’m sitting there stirring and all of a sudden I get kicked in the leg. I turn around to see what it is, and what I saw was something straight out of a porn. There my friend was, rolling around on the floor hooking up with our host at the base of my feet. And I’m not saying like five feet away, I mean literally rolling onto my shoes at the foot of the stove, as if I wasn’t there. And to make matters worse, it wasn’t just a making out hook up. No, no, no … I’m talking I saw a hand up a shirt while the other hand was taking the shirt off, and a hands down the pants. I was in the middle of a hand job and tittyfest. I immediately got the hell out of there and told them they were responsible for the macaroni and cheese. Their response was a few moans and grunts.

Now you think the story could be done by now, but no, it’s not. Not even close. So I go into the other room and find my girlfriend. Soon enough we start hooking up. About 25 minutes into our hooking up we hear a loud scream from where I left my friend and my girlfriend’s friend. I immediately think he must have pushed the envelope a little too far. Did he try to slip her the deuce? Did he cock slap her? Or did he ask her if she was wearing the panties her mother laid out for her like on Seinfeld? I personally was quite excited to see how my friend could have possibly dropped the ball, so I, as well as everyone else in the house, ran to see what the scream was for. My girlfriend’s friend’s roommate had come home and walked in on some great porn action, and saw heads bobbing and skin everywhere. By the time we got out there, our host was in all of my friend’s clothes, which were inside out since she frantically tried to dress herself, and there’s my friend, in nothing but socks, holding a pillow over his package, as several of us surround them and bust out laughing. Needless to say, they both stand there basically butt ass naked as we all laugh at them. Truly a great moment. And of course, the macaroni and cheese we just had to have so bad was still on the stove, in liquid form after the 30 minutes of overcooking. The best part though, is that they are still together, happily ever after with both of them continuing their education. But, I think he is running some rinky-dink website on the side.

This story will always go down as one my personal favorites. I can only imagine the day their children asking “how did you guys meet?” Well kids, I think you may have to ask uncle Ian for that answer. My toast at the wedding may even be a little more interesting because of this hookup moment. That’s if my invitation doesn’t get ‘lost in the mail.’

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