I got out of the car to look under the hood--still naked, except for the condom!

My girlfriend and I were always romantic towards each other. I would often drop by her dorm to say hi, and she would do the same. One night, when we were especially drunk, we did something we would regret. We did "it."

On a cold wintry night, I drove my car to the make-out spot everyone used to frequent. As I pulled into a spot, we unbuckled our seat belts, and drank a few beers. After about our third, I got especially horny, and so did she. We both mentioned doing "it," and decided that would be the night. My girlfriend asked nervously with a slurred voice, "didya bring any protection?" I took my wallet out of my back pocket, and opened it up to reveal a Trojan.

She peeled off her clothes, as I unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped on the condom. Since it was December, I left the car heater on so that we wouldn't get too cold. As we were going at it, my girlfriend realizes that the car is filling up with smoke. Not wanting to scare her or ruin my virginal sexual intercourse, I just told her not to worry about it. After another two minutes, however, the smoke got to me. I had an asthma attack, was drunk, horny, and cold all at the same time.

Without thinking, I got out of my car, and lifted up the lid—totally naked, mind you. Other people around us noticed my goosebumped, horny, and coughing body. My girlfriend rushed out of the car to hand me my shirt and jeans, but I was too wasted to see her. My last memory was falling face first into the snow.

Fast forward to the next day, I wake up in the hospital, fully clothed, but hooked up to a machine. It turned out I had a sever case of pneumonia. Not only that, but I had also lost a massive amount of blood. Apparently I fell into the bumper of the car when I thought I was falling safely into the snow. My girlfriend was there besides me and I nudged her to show her I was awake. She was staring at me in a funny way, and after an awkward moment, she hugged me and sobbed openly.

She thought what I had done was foolish, even though she appreciated that I was acting foolishly to try to ensure her safety and comfort. She informed me that the car eventually was engulfed in flames. Luckily, she escaped in time to avoid any injury. She put on her clothes and called the ambulance from a nearby telephone booth. Despite closing the door on the booth to keep warm, she nearly got frostbite.

We didn’t speak the rest of that day and the next day, when I got back to my dorm, I had received a fruit basket from her with a note that read: "I hope you feel better. I will always remember you. Watch how many drinks you have from now on! Keep in touch, xxxxx."

You can imagine how my parents reacted. I am not allowed to get married until I am 28, and have to earn the money myself for a new car all by myself. I’m happy I can get married at all!