This is the true story of the strangest relationship I ever had. It is fairly long and not chock full of gratuitous sex, but I think you might enjoy it.
During the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college, I lived with three other guys in a house located within walking distance of the campus as well as several dive bars that catered to the university crowd.
I was trying to sleep off a massive hangover one afternoon when I heard the doorbell ringing at the front of the house. I pulled a pillow over my head and tried to drown out the noise, but whoever was at the door was persistent and they kept on buzzing.
I pulled on a shirt and stumbled down the hall to the front door, snatching it open with a sharp pull.
Standing before me were two visions of loveliness. One was an extremely attractive brunette with long curly hair and the other a knockout blonde with a straight golden mane. They were both tanned to perfection and their white t-shirts accented their bronzed skin, while their painted-on denim shorts did little to cover the long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever.