At U of A, we have become kings for one night with us and four other girls!

Senior year of high school, I moved to Tucson from San Diego and transfer to this school for kids with basically one or two classes left to graduate. The school contains your typical fill of idiot goth kids who mess up everything, punk rocker tools, and people with IQ's close to down syndrome. I do however meet one person there named "Jeff F***ing Jones." I like this name because if you say it out loud it truly personifies him...HE IS "JEFF F***ING JONES.”

Jeff and I are instant friends, and being that we can read and breath air, some of the most popular kids at school. Jeff got kicked out of his high school for having porn in his backpack or something ridiculous like that. He was also fairly popular at his large public high school, so he has many friends. I meet a lot of girls through him and we become good at pulling girls together as a team (this is a great life-skill). One night we go a hotel party. Some girl basically rented a hotel room for the get together. When we show up we are greeted by “Cute Tara" whose name was created after previously meeting "Fat Tara." She is very drunk and so are a lot of her friends. Looking around Jeff and I realize the guys here are all really messed up and don’t stand a chance against our very alert, and sober wit. So, promptly destroy this advantage by getting trashed.

I mean ridiculously drunk. The next thing I know we are in the hot tub and from what I've heard, I was basically acting like a little kid. Holding my breath underwater, doing flips into the pool, etc. Realizing that it was all up to him, spits what must have been the greatest game ever to Tara and her well stacked friend, and informs me it’s time to have a foursome. Thinking that these girls are just really drunk and possibly kidding, we follow them back to the hotel room where other people are in the main room doing, well who really cares what because we are getting laid!

They walk straight to the bedroom, and we follow. Moments later Jeff and I are going at it with Tara and "Stacked friend." Things are going great; we’re thoroughly enjoying every inch of our two new friends’ bodies, when two other girls who had heard the noises we were making, stumble inside the room. We had not thought to lock the door.

The two girls who we later find out might have been on some "other things" get very turned on by the site of this and start undressing (no joke wait for the confirmation). First they start kissing the other girls etc. Next thing I know I’m in probably one of the greatest positions on earth. One girl bent over with the other on her back…you get the idea. So basically we have a sixsome with "cute Tara" and her three friends. One of them gets up right after and apparently had a boyfriend and is in extreme denial of what she just did and calls her boyfriend over to come kill us. We decide to leave.

School on Monday was glorious -- high fives and hand shakes a plenty. We were legends. The next year at Mammoth, Jeff and I tell this story to fellow U of A guys who were seniors staying in our hotel. None of them believe it. I decide to take a shot in the dark and pull out my cell phone to try to reconnect with "Cute Tara."

Amazingly, she answers. I start off the conversation in a worried tone with my phone on speakerphone for everybody to hear. "Hey Tara, it’s Rick.”

"Yea … hey Rick ... what’s up?"

"Well remember when we kinda had that sixsome (I SAID SIXSOME)"?

"Yeah, why?"

CLICK..thanks a lot Tara you’ve been great...A glorious applause again. This story is a classic.

I will write about the house, and the mountain and all that stuff later, but I’m getting off work so you know, I hope you enjoyed it.