So a year or so later P and F broke up. Mutually due to differences in where they were going in life. Yet we remained friends with both. P moved to a college town a few hours away to attend school. But F stayed around and kinda sulked being single for a while. At one point he was strapped for cash and asked if he could crash with us for a while. Of course we said yes. Not gonna let a good friend go homeless.
He picked up some shifts at a local cafe but needed to save up a while to get a place of his own. This was a really fun time. We all worked late. We all worked nights and would get back home around 11pm and would hang out. Usually we would watch tv and smoke pot and have a few but some nights we'd play drinking games. At first we kept the dares pretty PG. kinda weird to have an uneven playing field. Used to be we'd get to the naked dares Quick. I kinda realized this and thought if we were gonna get wild at all I'd have to be the one daring.
So we'd play and as we drank I'd get the ball rolling with strip dares and running outside naked and that kind of thing. Always got me going to see him checking her out. And to see her so happily getting naked in front of him and being checked out.
There are probably a dozen or so nights that escalated this far within that six or so months. the story that I intend to share here was toward the end of his time with us. Just a night of after work drinks that got a little out of control.
Continued soon. Sorry been busy. Ill wrap this thing up in another post or two.
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