|Date Number One - Morgan - Page Four|
1:45AM: I make a joke about grandmothers having sex. THEN they start making out again.
1:48AM: I make a joke about Ted Kennedy giving Charles a blowjob. Anything sexual that happens in the next ten minutes, I'll chalk up to Charles having a thing for fat, alcoholic politicians.
1:53AM: As Charles is kissing and biting her neck, I realize I've been reduced to writing a play-by-play of one of my friend's first sexual encounters. I realize, though, that I am philosophically O.K. with this. I feel I am owed this for that time I got a blowjob in the backseat of his car. And that time I spent two hours sucking on a girl's breasts in the backseat of his car while he was driving. And the time I talked two girls into making out with each other, then to making out with me while I was sitting in the drivers seat of his car.
Wait... what was my point? Bah, doesn't matter. I had some good times in that car.
2:00AM: Charles is now just barely touching the top portion of her breast. Maybe if I watch carefully enough, I can capture on film the exact moment his balls drop...
2:03AM: Both are offered another chance to write their thoughts. Morgan is too tired, but Charles writes;
"Ok, why must Josh interrupt... it's 2am now, and time is flying. Come to find out smokers kinda taste garlicky afterwards. "Tough Crowd" was funny. "Who's line is it anyway" just came on, we should go before it ends"
I interrupt because I love you, jackass.
2:08AM: She just slipped her fingers under the waistband of his pants, but just barely, then immediately withdrew them. Charles looks post-coitus at this point. The night has to have been draining... right out of him, and into his shorts.
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