DRIVER’S HEAD
Today’s contributor gets a driving lesson she wont forget
I have never been a fan of drunken hookups—mainly because I always feel like a complete idiot the morning after. But I’m a light weight—literally in size and tolerance—so it doesn’t take much for me to get a buzz going, and during one occasion, the word “idiot” was an understatement.
I was en route to a popular make out spot with my boyfriend called “Lookout Point.” We were only two miles away, but I was drunk, horny, and my libido couldn’t wait any longer. So I pulled my boyfriend’s pants down and gave him road head right then and there. You know a man is having a good time when he’s louder than the music. But, of course, something always has to go wrong in a perfect scenario.
My boyfriend was so into the moment that he couldn’t drive in a straight line while crossing the intersection, pretty “idiotic” on our part, and we ended up getting pulled over by the cops. Instead of rendezvousing at Lookout Point, literally walking distance away, we were being driven away in handcuffs in the back of a cop car! I was later grounded for life. In fact, I’m still grounded as I type this one year later.
I never told my parents the real reason why I got arrested. I didn’t think, “Dad, I got pulled over while giving my boyfriend a blow job” would go over too well. I’ll settle for him thinking I’m a drunk over a nympho maniac any day!
