Context: this happened almost two years ago, when I had just turned eighteen. My friend’s mother (let’s call her Melissa) had been dropping some not so subtle hints that she wanted to fuck me since the first day she learned I was of age. My friend John was already doing her roommate, Anna, on a daily basis. He was my age, she was about almost thirty. At one point, he began staying over at Melissa’s house for well over a week straight while her husband was out of town, dropping acid, snorting xanax, smoking weed, and drinking alcohol everyday while screwing Anna’s incredible petite body. After a few days, Melissa was becoming obviously frisky without any action of her own. Enter me.
John invited me over, and just coming off my heavy drug use days, I decided to have one last hoorah. As soon as I walked in the door, I was offered a joint and a shot. I gleefully accepted and soon after snorted my very own xanax bar. After that, I was easy game for Melissa. She began tugging on my arm and whispering in my ear while we sat around the table passing a joint and bottle. Before long, John and Anna decided to head to her son’s room to have a little alone time. Melissa had stepped up her game at this point, and after I finished the joint, she pulled me over to an air mattress in the living room. We laid down beside each other and talked for a bit, she complimented me on my pillow talk, and I kissed her.