When I was a sophomore in college, my roommate and I could not afford a two-bedroom apartment, so we got a one-bedroom and flipped a coin for who would get the bedroom. He won.
The living room was very large, so I made part of it into my "bedroom," though it was not partitioned off. In fact, my double bed was right beside the door.
I had introduced this stunning dark-skinned brunette bartender Michelle to him that I dearly wanted myself, but Steve, being a veritable babe magnet, came home with her to our apartment early one morning after she got off from the bar.
I was very stoned and spanking the old monkey while lying on top of my bed with the bedspread still on when I heard their voices and his key slip in the door.
Completely naked with no time to hide and embarrassed to the max, I just lay there face up with a huge erection pretending to be asleep. They noticed right away and giggled.
I heard them walk over to the table and Steve, noticing the Hawaiian sensemilla and bong there, said to Michelle what potent weed it was and that I had obviously smoked myself into oblivion.
A few moments later, I heard the bong gurgling as they helped themselves to several hits.
Then Michelle commented, "From the looks of that flagpole, he doesn't appear to be in complete oblivion. Do you think he's having a sex dream?"
