It was actually 3 girls at the same time (and my male friend too, but I don’t think he would want to be counted).
This would have been early high school years, 3 of the girls that we hung out with were having a sleepover at the one girls who lived just down the road from me and my friend. They’d snuck a bottle of vodka from one of their parents and were doing drunk teenage girl stuff. They phoned my friends house to talk with us and without a lot of trouble convinced my friend and I to come over and sneak in the basement window. The girls parents were both home at the time, but were upstairs watching tv.
So we walked the 10 minutes over to her house, and went in through the window. The girls were already pretty drunk, and we each had a few chugs off the bottle to “catch up”. We got into a game of “Truth or Dare” that started off tame but quickly took a more adventurous turn. This got to some flashing all around, and then when my turn came around, I got dared to strip down naked, jump out the window, and do a lap around the house. Without getting spotted by the adults. It took some prodding, I was crushing on one of the girls and was a bit shy around her, but I eventually caved. I went to the window, got up on the dresser, stripped down while the girls were being so loud I thought there was no way we wouldn’t get caught, climbed out and ran around the house, staying close so I couldn’t be seen from the second floor, and basically fell back in through the window and made a huge racket, which the girls added to with their even louder laughing.
Apparently the crash and the roar of laughter was enough to get one of her parents to head down the stairs to go see what the heck was going on. Luckily the door at the top of the stairwell was rather stubborn to open and made a distinct noise that the girls heard somehow. So in a panic to hide us, like a scene from a Hollywood teen movie, she had a massive mountain of stuffed animals that took up a whole corner of her room, and we both half-assed buried ourselves under it as best we could, me still naked, and my full dressed friend. The girls threw my clothes under the bed and were all giggling guiltily when her mom opened the door and asked what the hell all the racket was about. The girls made up some excuse about they were trying to handstand walk and one of them fell into the dresser. Her mom confirmed that no one was hurt, then told them to keep the noise down because her dad and her were going to bed, then closed the door and went upstairs. When the coast was clear, my friend and I got out from our hiding spot, and after a little bit of keep-away with my clothes and teasing me about teddy bears giving me a boner (didn’t take much back then, a cloud shaped like a boob gave me wood
) I got dressed. The rest of the night was a bit calmer, ended up just trying to pay attention to the movies that were on while our hands and mouths were busy. No sex that night, but it was still a hell of a night for us at that age. Hell, it’d be a great night now.
I eventually hooked up with all three of those girls over the years. One a couple months after that night at a party, then dated for a short time. The second one was after a night at the bar shortly after graduation (drinking age is 19 here, and 18 an hours drive away across the border). She recognized me, came up to where me and my friends were, and wasn’t going to take no for an answer from me that night. And I was ok with that. And the third I ran into completely by chance at a wedding when we were mid 20s, 1000km from where we grew up, that we didn’t know the other would be there. Neither of us recognized the other with the passing glances during the ceremony and reception, not having seen each other in years and in formal wear. She actually saw my name on a table seating card, and came over to say hi. We actually got along better than I expected. She was the girl who I’d thought didn’t like me too much, just kind of tolerated me. She admitted a bit later in the evening that she’d had a huge crush on me all through school, but didn’t think I was interested in her, and she hadn’t even told either of the other girls how she felt. I’d always thought she was the best looking of the three, but the mildly stuck up, b*tchy (she was still a nice girl, just not sure how else to describe that) vibe she gave me put me off ever trying. We made up for lost time that weekend without a doubt. We were late for the brunch the next day, and showed up in the same car, with disheveled clothes and obvious sex hair. Got some looks from the families that day. And barely made it on time to the gift opening, even took our own vehicles that time to not be quite so obvious about it. And we booked a room together for 4 more days after everyone else had left. Basically fucked that room into oblivion. I think we might have been fucking on the ceiling at one point. And after that sex marathon, we both went out separate ways back to our respective jobs and cities. And I’ve never seen her since. Heard through the g****vine that she met a guy, had a kid and got married about a year later. Still the fond memories remain for me though.
Apologies for the lengthy post, writing memories down brings back so much more than just reminiscing about in my mind. I should get to writing all my memorable times down, even just to jog the memory.