[EyefunJo]

I’ve never seen a thread quite like this on the forum, so I figured I’d kick one off and see if anyone else has a story.

This goes back a few years, before I was married. My crew back then was the “three drinks in, anything goes” type. I don’t even remember what we were celebrating, just that thirty-plus of us ended up in a friend’s courtyard doing bbq and beers. By the sun getting down, most people peeled off, the inner circle stayed to clean up and keep the party rolling inside. Our go-to game was the classic Dare spinner: one marked spoon is “King,” everyone else gets a number. King picks numbers and issues a command, refuse and you chug a shot. The drunker we got, the wilder it went.

By the end we were all trashed. One round, the King ordered one number to feed another juice, mouth-to-mouth. My number got called as feeder; the receiver was a girl, let's call her V. Her boyfriend was right there, but he’d just played a Pocky stick duel with another dude that ended lip-to-lip, so when he shrugged and said, “It’s just juice, she’s not drinking,” I wasn’t about to argue. I took a sip, leaned in under everyone’s sight, and let it trickle from my mouth to hers. One tiny mouthful, over in a heartbeat, but her lips were so soft I felt my pulse skip.

People started dropping like flies. Eventually only three of us were still upright, the game fizzled. One guy hit the bathroom, another face-planted on the rug. V had been half-sprawled on the couch for an hour, eyelids heavy. I caught her eye and asked if she was okay. She smiled, said yeah. Then, because liquor had clearly deleted my filter, I blurted, “Your lips are soft.” She laughed. We traded a couple more drunk sentences, and somehow I was suddenly sitting next to her, kissing her like the room wasn’t full of our passed-out friends. We only stopped when her boyfriend stirred on the floor beside us. We broke apart, pretended nothing happened, and never spoke of it again.

Fast-forward a few months. Most of us gathered at someone’s place. Out of nowhere her boyfriend brings it up: “Dude, I totally saw you two making out that night. I’d been awake the whole time.” V just laughed and blamed the alcohol. The vibe was weird for about three seconds, then everyone cracked up and moved on.

Years later, V and the boyfriend are long split. I’m still tight with the guy, he’s married to someone new. Every once in a while the story resurfaces at a barbecue: “Remember when these two thought I was unconscious?” We all lose it laughing. Zero drama, zero hard feelings, just a legendary “remember when” we still toast to.

Anyone else cross that line with a buddy’s girl and live to roast each other about it years later? Drop your story. Let’s keep this thread alive.