Author: ArmadilloJ

280 and a 280ZX [MF]

In 1989, my roommate Brad worked with two very funny, sexy young ladies: Shawna and Bethany. Just friends. Bethany was the tall, freckled, athletic brunette who got stares constantly. Shawna was a foul-mouthed, big-chested, fireball redhead who yelled at bartenders, smoked like a chimney, and told anyone who disagreed with her to, and I quote, “Suck my left tit!” 

We’d party every Wednesday, and one heavy drinking night, Shawna insisted we take her hot red 280ZX out for pancakes. She plopped in behind the wheel in a flimsy white mini-skirt, and Brad and Beth crawled into the back. I slid into the passenger’s bucket, glanced over and tried not to stare, as Shawna’s skirt bunched around her hips, white cotton panties inadequately concealing her enormous unkempt bush. 

Mesmerized, I couldn’t help looking at that phenomenal cooch while she drove stick, legs pumping the clutch. But when she caught me, she gave me the devil’s smile, flipped me the bird, and wordlessly cupped her left one. 

I knew what that meant. 

She left her skirt bunched, pussy flying free. After pancakes, she offered to let me drive her car back. (Who would say no?)  Read more »

Strip poker with my roomie’s GF [MF]

This is important, up front: I was young, and had no appreciation for what I was doing. My morals were clearly lacking. The college years were some time ago and I’m writing out these stories so I don’t lose the memory of them completely, including the ones where I was being a bit of an asshole.

But I meant well.

Okay. Senior year of college I had a sweet arrangement with two other friends where we shared a big house off campus. It wasn’t a bad place, considering it was meant for college students, and we often had people over for drinks and dinner and such.

One of my roommates, Brad, was like me – a little too invested in classes during senior year to have a regular girlfriend. My other roommate, Kyle, however, had been going out with JP for a couple of months. They seemed like two people who had somewhat little interest in each other’s lives but fucked like bunnies whenever they could. Little did I know. Read more »

Interrupted BJ with unusual consequences [MF]

My college years were some time ago and it feels like I need to start writing out some of these stories if I don’t want to lose the memory of them completely. Every one of these stories is completely true to the best of my recollection. You will know they are true because I am usually the fuckup of the tale.

In the late 1980s, I shared a loft apartment with three other dudes several miles from the university. It was above an old clothing store on the little college town’s main street, and it was perfect for parties. It had a big open floorplan with a door that opened onto the roof, and we’d invite dozens of people over to party with us. Mostly girls, of course.

One night at a particular party there was a girl no one could take their eyes off of, holding court in the kitchen and the guys all schooled around her like piranha. She had a deep tan, dark curly hair that draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing the perfect hip-hop outfit: A man’s blazer worn open over a black lace pushup bra and a pair of trousers she wore just below the waist. Total Fly Girl, and she was looking to pair up for the night. Because of that fact, everything she said was super funny, and every guy wanted her to know it. Read more »

A little under the table [MF]ootjob

My college years were some time ago and it feels like I need to start writing out some of these stories if I don’t want to lose the memory of them completely. Every one of these stories is completely true to the best of my recollection. You will know they are true because sometimes what happens to me in these stories is just too ridiculous to be made up.

In my later college years I had an on-campus office job. It was easy work, it paid pretty well, but mostly it was fun to be working in an office setting with primarily older women. In the 1980s, office women wore great outfits, and usually this included blouses with shoulder pads and black pencil skirts with pantyhose. 

Why doesn’t anyone wear pantyhose anymore? Sigh.

Anyway, I’d flirt and joke and generally just be as fun to be around as possible, and the women in my office would sometimes flirt back. Even though I never really dated anyone at work, I managed to cultivate a reputation as a “ladies man,” a rep I can assure you was unearned. One of my roommates at that time worked in the next building over from mine, and he and I would get a group of our coworkers to go out drinking with us on Wednesday nights after work. We would go to our favorite bar, a little blues club near campus that had great dollar beers and potato skins, and usually blow the whole night just listening to music, getting drunk and trying to get lucky.  Read more »

My first FWB [MF]

My college years were some time ago and I want to start writing out some of these stories so I don’t lose the memory of them completely. Every one of these stories is completely true to the best of my recollection. You will know they are true because I usually come across as a total fuckup. But I mean well. 

I think I need to set the stage just a bit. Remember that the 1980s were a time of another global pandemic, AIDS, and that sex in college took a hit from it, or at least casual sex did. Finding a partner who would get tested, that you trusted enough to be with, and that you enjoyed their company — There’s a reason we dated to get to know people first, honestly, and that hookup culture wasn’t really as big as it is now. 

So this is a story about throwing caution to the wind.  Read more »

Strip poker with the roomie’s GF [MF STR8]

This is important, up front: I was young, and had no appreciation for what I was doing. My morals were clearly lacking. The college years were some time ago and I’m writing out these stories so I don’t lose the memory of them completely, including the ones where I was being a bit of an asshole. Every one of these stories is completely true to the best of my recollection, except names have been changed. You will know the stories are true because I usually come across as a total asshole. 

But I meant well.

Okay. Senior year of college I had a sweet arrangement with two other friends where we shared a big house off campus. It wasn’t a bad place, considering it was meant for college students, and we often had people over for drinks and dinner and such. 

One of my roommates, Brad, was like me – a little too invested in classes during senior year to have a regular girlfriend. My other roommate, Kyle, however, had been going out with JP for a couple of months. They seemed like two people who had somewhat little interest in each other’s lives but fucked like bunnies whenever they could. Little did I know. Read more »

I Never Got Those Cookies [MF,F Footjob, Humor]

My college years were some time ago and it feels like I need to start writing out some of these stories if I don’t want to lose the memory of them completely. Every one of these stories is completely true to the best of my recollection. You will know they are true because sometimes what happens to me in these stories is just too ridiculous to be made up.

In my later college years I had an on-campus office job. It was easy work, it paid pretty well, but mostly it was fun to be working in an office setting with primarily older women. In the 1980s, office women wore great outfits, and usually this included blouses with shoulder pads and black pencil skirts with pantyhose. 

Why doesn’t anyone wear pantyhose anymore? Sigh.

Anyway, I’d flirt and joke and generally just be as fun to be around as possible, and the women in my office would sometimes flirt back. Even though I never really dated anyone at work, I managed to cultivate a reputation as a “ladies man,” a rep I can assure you was unearned. One of my roommates at that time worked in the next building over from mine, and he and I would get a group of our coworkers to go out drinking with us on Wednesday nights after work. We would go to our favorite bar, a little blues club near campus that had great dollar beers and potato skins, and usually blow the whole night just listening to music, getting drunk and trying to get lucky.  Read more »

My first “FWB” [MF]

My college years were some time ago and I want to start writing out some of these stories so I don’t lose the memory of them completely. Every one of these stories is completely true to the best of my recollection. You will know they are true because I usually come across as a total fuckup. But I mean well. 

I think I need to set the stage just a bit. Remember that the 1980s were a time of another global pandemic, AIDS, and that sex in college took a hit from it, or at least casual sex did. Finding a partner who would get tested, that you trusted enough to be with, and that you enjoyed their company — There’s a reason we dated to get to know people first, honestly, and that hookup culture wasn’t really as big as it is now. This is a story about throwing caution to the wind.  Read more »

A Rooftop Encounter [MF oral]

My college years were some time ago and it feels like I need to start writing out some of these stories if I don’t want to lose the memory of them completely. Every one of these stories is completely true to the best of my recollection. You will know they are true because I am usually the fuckup of the tale.

In the late 1980s, I shared a loft apartment with three other dudes several miles from the university. It was above an old clothing store on the little college town’s main street, and it was perfect for parties. It had a big open floorplan with a door that opened onto the roof, and we’d invite dozens of people over to party with us. Mostly girls, of course.

One night at a particular party there was a girl no one could take their eyes off of, holding court in the kitchen and the guys all schooled around her like piranha. She had a deep tan, dark curly hair that draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing the perfect hip-hop outfit: A man’s blazer worn open over a black lace pushup bra and a pair of trousers she wore just below the waist. Total Fly Girl, and she was looking to pair up for the night. Everything she said was super funny, and every guy wanted her to know it.  Read more »