The Worst Thing I Have Ever Done To Anyone Part II

My destiny (or what my drunken logic thought was my destiny) was clear. I got up and went into Kristie’s room about a minute after she told us she was going to bed. In the dark of night I started kissing Kristie, clothes came off, mouths were placed on no-no touchy spots… (Or I should say my mouth was placed near a no no touchy spot.)

Of course all this was happening while Beth was standing in the door watching. Now if this a porn movie, Beth would have playfully scolded me and then joined in. However this wasn’t a porn movie, this was real life and I had just committed the biggest cardinal sin next to sleeping with someone’s sister and getting caught.

Life Lesson: Having another girls vagina in your face does not endear you to your girlfriend, especially the vagina belongs to her best friend.

Beth basically hit a level of pissed that I had never seen on someone I was dating, and haven’t seen since. She grabbed Kristie and smacked her. Now this is what’s fucked up – Kristie suddenly went limp and played the, “Wow I’m really drunk at this moment card.” (Wow…way to make myself sound like a date rapist.)

Beth had seen what transpired, so I guess I had that going for me. I immediately went down stairs to where John and Lisa were sitting, crashing on the couch. Beth came down and continued to rip me a new asshole. I told John that we should leave, but considering we had been drinking for like, 6 hours at this point, it wasn’t the most prudent decision. John told me we were staying there for the night, which was the right thing to do… you know, so we didn’t die. (Although at that point it probably would have been better for my eardrums if we did.)

I decided to just profusely apologize. At this point, everything was a drunken blur and the bitching/ass chewing just wasn’t sinking in. In fact I was passing out as she yelled at me, which really didn’t win me anymore points. I may or may not have been slapped awake, like I said this entire incident is a bit blurry. So I headed back upstairs and climbed into Beth’s bed, she followed a little bit later, and we continued the “discussion” without the yelling. Not only did I continue to apologize, admit fault, but I talked her into having sex with me.

Personally, I think that should go on my resume. After getting caught with a girl’s best friend’s legs wrapped around my head, I convinced her to have sex one to two hours later.

Actually I don’t know what that says about me… do I not have any shame or moral scruples? About Beth… did she not have any self esteem? Or about booze…. does it just make everything better eventually?

Needless to say the next morning was a shade uncomfortable. Kristie had left, John and I were preparing to leave, and Beth just wanted to talk about if we were still together or not. (We dated on and off for another six months or so.)

That was the worst thing I have ever done to another human being… And I am grateful my cock didn’t get cut off.

Now you will have to excuse me while I go out and run over an old lady to top this.