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I’m a bit of a “tom-boy”, I have to admit it. I like to hang out with my girlfriends, but I’d rather hang out with my guy friends. I like to be in the woods, hunting, or playing football, or simply sitting, doing nothing but drinking a beer with the guys.The girls were always talking about sex, or their boyfriends and the guys, well, they chatted about banging “so and so” but not in a lurid and perverted way. And for the most part, the guys didn’t really talk about their sexual prowess whenever I was around. I don’t know if it was out of respect for me, or that they simply didn’t make their sexual appetite a central part of their conversations.John and Jim were school mates of mine. We were all twenty-one and starting our junior year at a local university. John and Jim shared an apartment together, and it was kind of our little “safe place” from the rest of the world.I had known John and Jim since high school and they had openly welcomed me into their small group of friends, which consisted of myself, them and two other guys, one of whom was gay. We were an eclectic group and if we weren’t hanging out at the movie house, then we had a group chat going on social media. We’d all meet up every few days and go out to eat and then hang out at the mall, or go see a movie, or simply ride around in someone’s car, with me sandwiched in the backseat between two Anadolu Yakası Escort of them.Not once, did any of the guys get handsy or do or say anything inappropriate, except on one occasion when one of them referred to another girl I knew as a “cunt”. I let them know that the “c-word” was not a word I liked, and apologies were quickly proffered. “Bitch” was okay with me, but not the “c-word.”None of us drank, and I liked that. We were all quite goofy enough without adding liquor to the mix. All of this changed a while back, when John asked me if I had ever taken a shot of tequila.“No way,” I replied. “I don’t do alcohol.”“One shot,” said John, “it won’t hurt you.”I stood my ground and told John that alcohol was never going to be something I’d engage in. He didn’t bring the subject up again.The one Friday night as Jim, John and I sat on their couch in Jim and John’s apartment, watching a movie, with me in my usual and customary seat between the two of them, John asked me again if I wanted to take a “shot.”I was in a pretty good mood, and even though I had sworn that I’d never drink, that night, I said, “Sure.”John looked surprised.“I’ll give it a try,” I replied. “But just one shot.”John quickly retreated to his bedroom and emerged with a bottle of tequila in a small brown bag. He plopped down the couch next to me Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan and took out a shot glass and the liquor. Jim didn’t say a word.I watched as John poured the liquor into the shot glass. He handed it to me and said, “Bottoms up!”I sniffed the liquor. It did not smell appealing in the least bit to me.“You have to simply swallow the entire thing at once, “John instructed. “It tastes terrible.”John was right. It tasted terrible. He laughed as I shook my head back and forth, trying to figure out why anyone would like that crap.I could feel the liquor swirling in my stomach as I tried to adjust to it. It was a horrible feeling, at first, but then after a few minutes, I felt kind of cool, like I’d suddenly become more relaxed. John took a drink as well and offered one to Jim.Jim waved off John’s offer.After only a few minutes, I found myself pouring a second shot glass of the liquor. I stared at the golden-colored liquid and then I quickly downed it. It was just as horrible tasting the second time as it was the first time.I told John it was his turn, and he quickly took a second shot of the liquor.“You guys better not get drunk,” Jim warned.“We won’t,” John replied. “We’re just experimenting.”I was terribly hungry, so we ordered a pizza.The pizza was just what I needed. As we sat and ate the Escort Anadolu Yakası pizza, John mixed in some of the tequila with the Coke – which was a superb idea that took away all the bitterness of the liquor. I lost track of how many drinks we had as we sat there downing the pizza. All I knew is that my giddiness and goofiness became amplified.And at some point, I also found myself feeling a little bit horny, a feeling that I had never felt before while hanging out with John and Jim.Jim silently excused himself to the restroom, and when he did, John leaned in and placed his hand on my thigh.“You are so cool,” John remarked as he squeezed my thigh. John’s move was a bold one, because in all the years we had known each other and goofed around, none of us had ever made a physical gesture to another that might be wrongly perceived. At first, I was shocked that John had made a move, but I was even more shocked that I didn’t find his touch wrong or unwelcome. I grabbed John’s hand in mine and held on to it.I was confused. I was suddenly feeling things I had never felt before.Jim returned back to the couch, and John quickly withdrew his hand from mine. Now, it was my turn to go pee.As I stepped into the bathroom, the glare of the bathroom light blinded me. I turned it off, but I left the bathroom door ajar slightly so I could see to find the toilet paper. After flushing the toilet and putting things back into place, I stepped out of the bathroom and right onto the chest of John, who was silently standing right outside the bathroom door. I quickly stepped back and apologized.“No problem,” John replied as he looked back at me, a bit surprised by our accidental close encounter.

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