hee hee
On some random site and the topic of faking orgasms comes up...Naturally there's at least one good story, right? Right. So here it is. This person is pretty funny....What with eating frozen margarita mix and all.
I was living in a large apartment complex in a Chicago suburb last year. It was an old building, with creaky floors and high quality acoustics.
My neighbor directly above me was a cute young guy, very J. Crew. His new girlfriend was a screamer. Luckily, she only came to see him on the weekends.
One night, I was feeling a bit tipsy, eating frozen margarita mix and watching a Woody Allen flick. J. Crew and Screamer were squeaking the floor boards, putting on their dramatic show of affection. So, of course, I turned down the movie to listen. (I never said I was moral.)
They finished with a triple axle/ back flip combination, Screamer bringing it up a notch with some meowing.
Silence.
Floor boards squeaking to the bathroom.
Shower sounds.
Then, to my amusement, I heard Screamer finish for real. She wasn't nearly as dramatic about it, but there were unmistakable orgasm ooh's.
Amongst fierce giggles and tequila light-headedness, I yelled, "Tell him the truth!"
J. Crew squeaked back to the bedroom. Murmered good-nights. Total silence.