Part 3: Shock talk
The girls would come and go as would other people, but my new friend and I seemed to be the only constants in this circle of conversation. At one point when the girls were away and only a group of guys remained, he made a toast to my date’s fine ass and congratulated me for landing it. 8 glasses went up “To Little Bean!” This somehow led to a question that started with confusion, morphed into shock and ended with embarrassment. “So, do you have your Brown Star yet?” Instead of admitting that I had no idea what he was talking about I tried to give a vague answer that led them to ask more questions designed to make my answers sound ridiculous. I ended up being the guy on the outside of an inside joke. It turns out that getting your “Brown Star” means having sex with the hole that most resembles a brown star. So even after I admitted that I knew nothing, they did not fill me in. Instead they turned everything I said into a hilarious joke “So how do I get my Brown Star?” The reply, “Oh that’s easy, just ask Katherine if she’ll give you one… I hear she gives them out all the time” followed by uproarious laughter.
The way the next part of the conversation went I would have assumed that I was the only guy on the planet who hadn't anal fisted a group of nymphomaniac midgets. It seemed that everyone had done everything and I was way behind, “You mean that you've never had a threesome? It’s so awesome when 2 chicks <insert unlikely story here>.” Everyone took their turn regaling me with stories of their sexual conquests and as the stories wound to a close I finally took an opportunity to wander away from the group during one of my trips to the john. I got a fresh drink and stated to cruise the room looking for Sherri.
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