It was no-holds-barred making out

“It was no-holds-barred making out.”
(Part I) I ran into this devastatingly beautiful woman that I had a crush on, and she was intoxicated enough to engage me in conversation. Finally, I whispered to her, "I have wanted to kiss you for the last five years". Kristi grabbed my face and almost sucked my eyes out of their sockets. It was no-holds-barred making out.

It was even better than I imagined. Kissing her was like kissing God. Kristi and I began tumbling around the walls, the floors, and all the spaces in between. We were spilling drinks, knocking frames from their hangers, and losing a different article of clothing about every two feet. We did one of trashiest things a couple can do and began to make out on a pool table. We didn’t care that we plopped on somebody's game-winning shot. Threats and general disapproval were now just murmurs in a soundtrack of awed looky-loos.

At one point, I heard a crunch. Being a guy who wears glasses, I knew what the sound meant. I told her to sit up, and sure enough, a pair of someone’s glasses lay broken beneath her butt cheeks. I quickly dismissed it by drunkenly saying, “Well, if they were really important, they would have been put away.” It was bad for me to do that, but hey, I was drunk. Drunk people are notorious for making bad decisions.

–Ronnie Porter