We are both kissing her lips, her neck, heading down toward a pretty nice set of breasts

I had just moved in with a new roommate, and really didn't know him all that well. It was a Thursday night, and we were enjoying some rum and Dr. Pepper, when a girl I was casually dating knocked on the door with a "house-warming" present -- some brownies.

Well, it turned out these were special brownies. Between the rum and the special dessert, we were soon all flying sky high.

I started making out with her, but I guess I felt kinda awkward in front of new roommate, so I decided to include him in the fun. We started a choreographed performance. I would kiss her and the twirl her into the arms of my new roomie, who would bend her over and give her a big kiss, before twirling her back to me.

Well, eventually, she's on the floor, her top and her bra are off, and we are both kissing her lips, her neck, heading down toward a pretty nice set of breasts.

That's when disaster hits --- Rooms and I bang our heads together so hard that he ended up with a black eye and I had a small knot on my noggin. We are laying on the floor, moaning in pain and laughing like hyenas. Meanwhile, the girl is getting more upset, because she was ready to rumble.

Every time we start up again, Rooms and I start laughing and finally, we just gave up. The girl grabbed her shirt (forgetting her bra) and stormed out of the apartment, never to be seen again. (I later heard she joined a religious cult).

More than 20 years later, Rooms and I are still friends, and we still laugh about how we "got together" during sex.