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.
