So, here I an at the university, in my second year. The second year has brought even more interesting things. There were new objects, and the peaople teaching them where sometimes quite interesting personalities. The most interesting of them was a teacher, let's name him Mr. L... He was 39 and he wasn't giving a fuck about anything. He was a big fan of weed, he would light up a joint right during classes, and he was sure no one's going to turn him in, so he wan't afraid of anything. He's philosophy was quite simple, this is what he tought us — DRINK, SMOKE POT, FUCK CHICKS, DANCE...... Not bad, right? He was singlem that's why he frequently organized parties over his place with mandatoty weed smoking. Writing a paper or doing a research with him was a true honor, that's why I tried to make part of lucky students. During one class on existencialist philosophy, I had some questions to ask. I've found some connections between zen prictice and existence, and wanted to ask Mr. L about it. After the lesson, I walked up to him to ask some questions. He was very surprised with such questions, started asking me about my interests, then we shifted to my views on life, and, as i understood, he started considering me as a good life practicist. I've received an invitation to come over his place for a party the next weekend.... "There'll be many interestink folks there" — he told me — "welcome to the club of the chosen ones". I came to his party Saturday night. There were different people in his apartment, of all ages. There were many beautiful chicks too, but I didn't think they dig into philosophy. It looks like these chicks love to be banged by smart guys, I thought, and soon have proven to be right. Someone came, someone left. I've met many interesting people, bright as thinkers. When it was 1 am the crowd got stable, everyone started drinking and smoking weed. Mr. L has offered dancing lambada like a choo-choo train to make the atmosphere more laid back)) About tweny persons started waving their asses around, laughing and dancing in line. Then everyone started dancing to mixes of cool New-York DJs and smoking joints to get high in the drive. That's how Mr L was doing his parties..... I was drunk and high, and when dancing, I've felt free of any boundaries. I've climed on a table and started taking my cloths off with all the guests shouting in appreciation. Then, following my example, young ladies climbed on the table and started doing striptease too. In the end, the table was full of people and it just collapsed. The house was shaking with laughter. When I went to take a piss, the toiled was already taken by someone screwing in it. So I went to piss right of the balcony, admiring the beauty of the night sky and the stars. When it was 3 am, everyone was already sleepy. The weed gave relaxation and sleepiness. Guys and girls were sleeping all mixed up. Someone was tring to fuck someone else. Damn, I got hard too, I wanted a girl like never before. I saw one of the girls going to the bathroom, I remember her name was Alicia. She caught my eye when dancing, because she had a great booty and big tits. I went after to try and seduce her. I entered the bathroom, shut the door and walked up to her...... Alicia was talking to herself. I could hear something like- "FUCKING BASTARDS...." I've approached her and looked over her shoulder. "WHAT'S WRONG?" - I asked. "LOOK DOWN" — she replied. I looked down to see someone's vomit in the bath with pieces of sausage, salad and some other stuff. It looks like Alicia wanted to get a quick shower, and that didn't work out. Even of she tried to wash this whole mess, the flush would be jammed with food junk)). Damn, I wanted to fuck her right in the middle of this whole mess. I knew I should say something quick, before she gets out of the bathroom. This was our conversation:....more here in my blog realsexstories.net
