Don't Come Knockin' if the Bunk Beds are Rockin'

Since I was 5 years old, I knew what sex was even if I didn’t know how it exactly happened. But I did know it was an act between a man’s penis and a woman’s vagina. Also young and naive from watching all the Disney movies possible, I thought Prince Charming would sweep me off my feet marry me and fuck me gently. Boy I couldn’t have been more wrong. If you read my introduction, yes I am not lying I lost my virginity to a one night stand and it was so long ago now I can’t even remember his name.

Anyhow, let me take you back to this unforgettable night in 2003. My first semester at Miami University, no not in Florida, it’s in Oxford Ohio where the college of 16,000 doubles the town’s population. So you can imagine there is not much to do besides drink, do drugs, tip cows, or have sex.

My friend Melissa from high school also decided to attend Miami University, and we didn’t want to ruin our friendship, thus we decided to have random roommates. Luckily, we were put in the same dorm and her obese, albino roommate actually had a cute cousin, Jason that went to a near by university. So one Friday Jason and his friend were coming to party with Melissa and I in my room since my bi-polar roommate “door handle” frequently left to go back to her mommy and daddy’s place (nickname actually very similar to her real name). Anyways, all four of us were drinking and playing games, and in an hour or so the lights were dimmed and my unnamed virginity taker chose to play Kenney Chesney’s rendition of “I love to lay you down”, as he climbed to the top bunk and Melissa and Jason took the bunk below. Within a few minutes the bunk beds were rocking.

A pillow was placed over my face to muffle my screams as my cherry was popped. Thankfully it also helped muffle my laughter from the noise and movements from below. Both men finished rather quickly since both of our vaginas were un-penetrated and in no need of kegels.

Melissa and I both went to the restroom laughing and excited at our accomplishment and was pleased we were not extreme bleeders. When we returned back to the dorm room the men said they were going to leave and get food and return. We believed them, but of course, they never came back. However, Melissa and I were still excited knowing this would be a night we could never forget.