Journal of Events:
One Night Stand
by MechaBlade

September

Note to self: Buy more jimmy hats. The glow-in-the dark kind.

So let me go over what happened last night. I went with Shelly to this party at Mikey's big ass house. It was the usual: the parents out, the alcohol flowing like water, etc. It was good at first- Shelly and I were having a good time. I saw a lot of beautiful women that night and I envied my single friends who were able to talk their game to the ladies. However, I enjoyed Shelly's company, until she got drunk as hell. The party had just started, too. She couldn't dance anymore and I couldn't even talk to her. She just laughed and babbled. So when she appeared to be asleep, I went to kitchen to get drunk myself. I didn't get that far.

I lay on the kitchen floor, a bottle of tequila by my side. I was starting to feel the buzz in the cluttered kitchen. Mikey (our gracious host) isn't a chef or anything, but pots and pans were scattered about from the couple of things he had prepared for the get-together, including one used to make the "special" brownies. I closed my eyes, so I didn't notice when Shelly came in. I opened them and saw her pull down her panties, pull up her skirt and squat over a seemingly clean metal bowl. Maybe the tequila made me think I was hallucinating, but I was strangely quiet as she pissed in the large bowl. I probably thought the lines at the bathroom were too long. A few moments later, I realized she might have been too drunk to comprehend that this was not a bathroom and the bowl was not a toilet. By this time, I noticed a thick loaf of feces flowing from her ass. It was too late. It was also damn sexy. However, if someone came in now, I knew she'd be in trouble. I slowly stood up, watching her creamy ass eject shit into a bowl. I walked over to her as she finished. She gave out a short scream. Then she smiled at me.

"What are you doing in here?" she drawled, drunk as a fiddler's bitch.

"Um... this is the kitchen, Shelly," I informed her. She looked around.

"What're you talking about?" She began looking for toilet paper. I got her some paper towels.

"This is the kitchen. You just took a shit in the kitchen." She wiped her ass. Her beautiful, infuriatingly drunk ass. She stopped smiling. Her face changed from a look of disbelief to shock to horror. She dropped her shitty paper towel on the floor and buried her face in her hands.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" she panicked, her panties still around her knees. I quickly looked outside of the door to see if anyone was coming. I then threw away the paper towel and looked at the bowl. All in one lovely thick log. Nice. "Oh my fucking god..." I pulled up her panties for her and pulled her skirt down. Ordinarily I would have copped a little feel on her ass, but I was so fucking mad at her. I would love to see her shit into a bowl at her or my house, but this was my friend's house. He would go fucking apeshit. And I also was saddened by the fact that she would never shit in a bowl unless she was wasted, not even for me. I sighed and began planning of how to dispose of her excretion. I peeked outside the door that I just checked and saw people. I walked to the other kitchen door and saw more people. I knew the womanly stench of her movement would start to waft into other rooms. So I threw it out the window, medieval style. Mikey never goes on the side of his house anyway.

"Omigod, you cannot tell anyone," she slurred, still a little drunk.

"Don't worry."

I think the experience made her want to drink more. She did and passed out again, while making out with me on the couch. How embarrassing. I realized I should probably take her home, but I wanted to stay. I didn't want to drop her off and come back, that'd waste time and gas. I left her on the couch and joined the party. I'd take her home soon enough.

I danced with a few girls, not caring how much I got into it. Shelly wasn't in the room and I felt free. One girl especially caught my attention. I thought I recognized her, but almost all of the girls at the party went to our school. I probably have just seen her in the hall or something. I went to steal some Cheetos from the stoners in the ganja room, and she came up to me.

"Hey, looks like your girlfriend had a bit too much fun," she said. She had obviously just left the room Shelly was sleeping in.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"You aren't slipping her roofies, are you?" she joked.

"No, she's immune to those now. I only use horse tranquilizers." She laughed.

"You're funny."

It was at that moment that I knew that she and I were going to fuck. Be careful, I thought. Don't steer the conversation to sex immediately.

"It's too bad you have a girlfriend," she said suggestively. "You're cute."

Yes, she and I were going to fuck, and I wouldn't even have to try.

"Hey, she don't own me."

"That so?"

In retrospect, I should've waited until we were alone before I began kissing her, but she was fucking hot, and I didn't care. I looked at Shelly out of the corner of my eye as we passed by the room. I felt all over the girl's butt as we moved into the closest bedroom. It was dark in the bedroom, but there was enough light coming in from the window. I molested her medium-sized breasts a little through her shirt as I felther hands slide down my back. I threw her on the bed.

It's funny how when you're frenching a girl you're about to fuck, you don't notice anything else. As I climbed onto this girl, I heard voice call out, "What the-?" I looked over in the lumpy bed and saw what appeared to be Mikey and some girl poke their heads out from under the covers. He looked over at me and, upon recognizing me, said, "Oh, hey. Some party, eh?" And then he went back to having sex. I laughed nervously and got up. The girl got up, too.

"Maybe," I whispered to her, "we should go..."

"No," she whispered back. "This is turning me on." This girl was quite the freak. This made my lustful desire for her tender flesh shoot through the roof. I sucked on her neck as I reached into the back of her panties and pulled them down. I slowly put on the rubber in the dim light. You gotta use protection on foreign pussy. I slid in and fucked her right there against the wall as we watched the other couple screwing as well.

Afterwards, we lied on the floor, sweat dripping off of our bodies. I took off my shirt. The humidity in the room must've been a hundred. She laughed.

"I don't even know your name," she whispered.

"Shhh," I shushed. It wasn't important. I could tell this made her hot. I switched condoms and flipped her over. I stuck my cock in her cunt from behind and pounded away. As I fucked her doggystyle on the floor, she slipped her breasts out of her shirt and played with her nipples. We came.

I held the girl in my arms for a few minutes and then a blue light glowed in the darkness as I looked at my watch. I got up. "Gotta go now," I said to the girl, who had evidently fallen asleep. I redressed and left the room.

The party had come to a halt. Aside from a few people, everyone was passed out or gone. A lone couple danced slowly in the living room. I went back to the couch where I had left Shelly. She was sitting on the arm, awake, but still looking a little faded.

"Where were you?" she asked.

"Partying. Hey, how long have you been awake?" I quickly said.

"About five minutes," she yawned.

"Well, it's time to go."

I drove her home. I think she could tell that I smelled like sweat and sex, but she fell asleep in the car, and I don't think she'll remember much of that party at all. Aside from maybe shitting in a pot.

I hope I see that girl again.