If she doesn't know it's going on, it's wrong

First off, I noticed that my old school wasn’t represented on here. So being bored at work and with a lot of hilarious stories to share, I figured it was time to get Dixie State represented. The following post I feel is a good start.

So while in school, I worked at the local Target. At this time I worked security, so I had a lot of time on my hands. This enabled me to flirt with a lot of the girls. And if you have been in that store lately, you know the caliber of females that they hire…

I had just broken up with my girlfriend as was somewhat crushed. Hearing this, a co-worker of mine decided to set me up with her friend, Tawnya. She gave me her phone number and told me to call her.

I went home that night and decided what the hell, and called her. She told me to meet her at the Heart’s station. When she got out of the car, I went from willing to hang out for a while, to looking for a reason to get home. It didn’t work.

She wanted to show me the new place she was moving to with my friend from work. So I complied and decided to drive so I would have a good reason to leave when I saw the opportunity. After I saw where her apartment would be I got a little curious and found a road that I had never been on and decided to take it. After a little driving, she looked around and said, “Hey, let’s stop here.”

I complied for some unknown reason. Oh wait I know that reason. I was horny.

Now let me describe this girl. Okay, maybe I won’t I am getting nightmares just thinking about her. But I’ll say this, she was in a little dress and wasn’t a little girl. Not fat, but a bit over the cute chubby level. Okay, maybe not a bit.

Anyway, after stopping I ask her what she does and she says that she is a Pre-K teacher. I said that was cool, and “very honorable.” Seeing as the kids are the future. Now had I been able to see in the future, I wouldn’t want my kids to be taught by her. But I am getting ahead of myself. So there we are listening to Tool’s Eulogy, a very romantic song if I could say so myself. And she just leans over and kisses me.

Me being a guy of course I am not going to protest. After some kissing and me slipping my hand up her dress, she unzips my pants and goes down on me. This was quite a surprise seeing as I had only known this girl for like 15 minutes, and she had my dick in her mouth.

After a few minutes of that she asks if I had a condom and I said I did at my apartment. She replies to that with a damn-it. She then tells me that she has to go pick up the friend that set us up. I say ok, and she asks if she can come over after she drops her off. I respond with a dumbfounded ok.

So I go home and my friends are asking what happened, I tell them and they start laughing. Then I say that she was coming over for a little more. This is where the story takes a College Stories turn. At this time I didn’t have blinds on my window. Our apartment was on the first floor of one of the buildings and my window was actually on the level with the ground, so you could look down into it.

My friends came up with the idea of filming this little episode. I told them that I wouldn’t be against it, but I wouldn’t admit knowledge if we got caught. So she comes over and we go into my room and start getting down and dirty. Anyway, I was going at it from behind when I finally looked out my window and saw that my friends were actually taping my tryst. So I did what any man would do at that time, I looked at the camera, smiled and flipped everyone off.

After our second time, I was spent, and she then noticed that I didn’t have blinds. And sure enough she saw my friends taping us. Her exact words were, “That was great, you don’t have a blind…and there are you’re roommates.” Now when they saw her wave at them, let’s just say I have never seen anyone run that fast. It was amazing.

She was a little upset, so I told her that I would go straighten them out. So I went to my friend’s room where everyone was and verbally condoned them; it was quite possibly my best or worst acting job ever--depending on who you ask. After a few laughs I went to my room and we got dressed and she left because she had to get up early to teach.

We all stayed up and watched the tape.

Just to add to this already to long story, all of us living in St. George were from Salt Lake City, so we had a lot of friends up there. And it seems that every time I would go up and meet some friends of friends they would say that they saw my tape. And then commend me on it.