Fact or Friction for September 2017
Fool Me Twice, Shame on Me
About five years ago, I experienced my first real heart break. I was dating this girl who started off as a friend and grew into something more. Those kinds of relationships are usually not ideal but I made the stupid decision to throw caution to the wind and ended up falling for her. She wound up becoming this raging bitch with emotional issues and I put up with it regardless. The break-up can’t really be considered a break-up either, considering the fact that she started treating me like a stepchild then shortly after she kicked me out of her house, I was stuck trying to find a place of my own right before the beginning of my senior year of college. Talk about a real burn.
Enter online dating. My friend told me about a new dating app, and at the risk of ruining its reputation I’ll keep its name to myself. I was curious but hesitant. I had no desire to be catfished, raped, or murdered so I wasn’t sure that scouring the app for dates was a good idea. One night after I had finished putting dishes up at my new place I decided to download the app.
Upon first impression, the app was cool. There were plenty of gorgeous, local girls at my fingertips. One girl in particular caught my attention, her name was Leilani. I hadn’t come across her profile yet but she ended up sending a message to my inbox. We talked for a while through the app about everything from food, to exes, to what we like to do for fun. She seemed really cool. I was afraid to ask her to video chat but she ended up beating me to it. Much to my surprise, she looked exactly like her photos. Before we ended the conversation, I asked her out and she said yes.
We agreed to meet at the taco shack right around the corner from my apartment. She recommended it because
she frequented the place and she felt that their food was pretty good. I didn’t care what we ate I just wanted to spend time with her.
The date was amazing. Leilani was polite, she was funny, and seemed to enjoy my company as well. Everything was going according to plan. About an hour into the date a nice looking young woman entered the restaurant. When Leilani noticed her, she immediately became nervous. She tried her best to continue to focus on our date, but it was clear that her nerves just wouldn’t settle. I wasn’t sure if she was listening in or not, but the thought of being the only one who didn’t know what was going on completely creeped me out.
Finally, I became fed up. Leilani’s conversation had become dry and she looked like she could pass out at any moment. To avoid all of the dishonesty that comes with asking a new date what’s going on, I turned around and tapped the woman on the shoulder. She turned to me wearing this menacing smile and her eyes immediately shifted towards Leilani.
“When I agreed to this, you told me that you were going to be faithful.” She said to Leilani. I thought to myself, “Hmm, she’s a lesbian who likes to cheat with men, Cool.” Boy, was I wrong.
“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re a nice young man, but this bastard told me that he wouldn’t do this!”
My eyes widened in horror. I looked at Leilani, this time a little bit closer, and I still couldn’t see it. I would have never guessed that someone like that was or used to be a guy. They started arguing and I darted the hell out of there. I needed no explanations and no further discussion. I deleted the app and haven’t logged on since.
- Twice the Fool
Detroit, MI
Her Biggest Fan
This happened to me when I was 19. Not a lot of people know this story because I’m not sure anyone would believe me. A couple of my college friends and I had won three tickets to a one-night-only reunion of our favorite female R&B group of all time. To make it even better, they were going to be at the event center downtown so we didn’t have to drive too far from home. I had been listening to this group since I was a preteen and I was super excited to see them in person.
Half way through their set, they began to offer a couple of lucky people in the audience backstage access. My friends and I were screaming our heads off, trying to get their attention. Luckily, they’d looked over at us a few times during certain songs and they couldn’t help but smile because we seemed to know every single word. They pointed at us and of course, we freaked out. We couldn’t believe that we were going backstage after the show.
Once the show was over and people began filing out of the event center, security came and got us and escorted us backstage. I was so nervous and I was hoping that I’d vibe with my favorite member of the group. When we got to their dressing room, they were sitting around, throwing paper balls at each other and laughing. Security announced that we were about to enter and they immediately stopped their shenanigans to greet us.
They all waved at us, smiled and said hello. My favorite member told us to come in and take a load off. We had so many questions before we got back there, yet we couldn’t remember a thing. We were all just too damn nervous. The lead singer broke the ice when she asked if we wanted to drink with them. Being who we are, we had to oblige. And much like you would assume, they had ridiculous amounts of high-end liquor available for us to partake in. I wasn’t really a heavy drinker, but the combination of nerves and my admiration for my favorite member of the group, caused me to over do it a tad bit.
45 minutes into our private party, we were all laughing, giggling, and talking like old friends. That’s when things got weird. I was sitting on the couch closest to the door with my favorite member and she began to scoot closer to me. I didn’t mind at all, she was gorgeous, talented, and rich so I was down for whatever she wanted to do. I looked around at my friends and saw other group members keeping them busy. They were all making out and their hands were all over each other’s bodies. I couldn’t help but become excited because I knew what was going to happen next. And just like that, I had my favorite member all over me, kissing, sucking, licking, and humping. I was in Heaven. I couldn’t believe what was happening but I sure as hell didn’t want it to stop. Once I was comfortable enough,
I pushed her down on the couch and mounted her. She immediately reached up and began to grope my breasts. I was so turned on that my juices began to seep through my tan color shorts and when she noticed, all she did was smile and proceed to remove my top. Without warning, she ripped off my bra and began to suckle on my left nipple, then the right, all the while grinding her pelvis against mine.
As you might imagine, we all ended up staying the night with them on their tour bus. That night and parts of the early morning were spent having wild sex and switching from one group member to another. Our clothes were thrown all over the bus and the windows were steamed up. Nobody on their staff bothered to disturb us. I’m thinking it was because this kind of group behavior was typical for them. I was just glad to be one of the chosen few. It was the most awesome experience of my life.
My favorite member is now a solo artist and she’s not doing bad at all. She’s had a lot of success writing for major artists and she finally released her first solo album not too long ago. And every time I see one of her music videos or listen to one of her songs, I think about the night we spent drunk on passion and lost in lust. I’ll probably never hear from her or see her again, but I have some pretty sexy and vivid memories of her to keep me company.
- #1 Fan
Grand Rapids, MI
About five years ago, I experienced my first real heart break. I was dating this girl who started off as a friend and grew into something more. Those kinds of relationships are usually not ideal but I made the stupid decision to throw caution to the wind and ended up falling for her. She wound up becoming this raging bitch with emotional issues and I put up with it regardless. The break-up can’t really be considered a break-up either, considering the fact that she started treating me like a stepchild then shortly after she kicked me out of her house, I was stuck trying to find a place of my own right before the beginning of my senior year of college. Talk about a real burn.Enter online dating. My friend told me about a new dating app, and at the risk of ruining its reputation I’ll keep its name to myself. I was curious but hesitant. I had no desire to be catfished, raped, or murdered so I wasn’t sure that scouring the app for dates was a good idea. One night after I had finished putting dishes up at my new place I decided to download the app.
Upon first impression, the app was cool. There were plenty of gorgeous, local girls at my fingertips. One girl in particular caught my attention, her name was Leilani. I hadn’t come across her profile yet but she ended up sending a message to my inbox. We talked for a while through the app about everything from food, to exes, to what we like to do for fun. She seemed really cool. I was afraid to ask her to video chat but she ended up beating me to it. Much to my surprise, she looked exactly like her photos. Before we ended the conversation, I asked her out and she said yes.
We agreed to meet at the taco shack right around the corner from my apartment. She recommended it because
she frequented the place and she felt that their food was pretty good. I didn’t care what we ate I just wanted to spend time with her.
The date was amazing. Leilani was polite, she was funny, and seemed to enjoy my company as well. Everything was going according to plan. About an hour into the date a nice looking young woman entered the restaurant. When Leilani noticed her, she immediately became nervous. She tried her best to continue to focus on our date, but it was clear that her nerves just wouldn’t settle. I wasn’t sure if she was listening in or not, but the thought of being the only one who didn’t know what was going on completely creeped me out.
Finally, I became fed up. Leilani’s conversation had become dry and she looked like she could pass out at any moment. To avoid all of the dishonesty that comes with asking a new date what’s going on, I turned around and tapped the woman on the shoulder. She turned to me wearing this menacing smile and her eyes immediately shifted towards Leilani.
“When I agreed to this, you told me that you were going to be faithful.” She said to Leilani. I thought to myself, “Hmm, she’s a lesbian who likes to cheat with men, Cool.” Boy, was I wrong.
“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re a nice young man, but this bastard told me that he wouldn’t do this!”
My eyes widened in horror. I looked at Leilani, this time a little bit closer, and I still couldn’t see it. I would have never guessed that someone like that was or used to be a guy. They started arguing and I darted the hell out of there. I needed no explanations and no further discussion. I deleted the app and haven’t logged on since.
- Twice the Fool
Detroit, MI
Her Biggest Fan
This happened to me when I was 19. Not a lot of people know this story because I’m not sure anyone would believe me. A couple of my college friends and I had won three tickets to a one-night-only reunion of our favorite female R&B group of all time. To make it even better, they were going to be at the event center downtown so we didn’t have to drive too far from home. I had been listening to this group since I was a preteen and I was super excited to see them in person.Half way through their set, they began to offer a couple of lucky people in the audience backstage access. My friends and I were screaming our heads off, trying to get their attention. Luckily, they’d looked over at us a few times during certain songs and they couldn’t help but smile because we seemed to know every single word. They pointed at us and of course, we freaked out. We couldn’t believe that we were going backstage after the show.
Once the show was over and people began filing out of the event center, security came and got us and escorted us backstage. I was so nervous and I was hoping that I’d vibe with my favorite member of the group. When we got to their dressing room, they were sitting around, throwing paper balls at each other and laughing. Security announced that we were about to enter and they immediately stopped their shenanigans to greet us.
They all waved at us, smiled and said hello. My favorite member told us to come in and take a load off. We had so many questions before we got back there, yet we couldn’t remember a thing. We were all just too damn nervous. The lead singer broke the ice when she asked if we wanted to drink with them. Being who we are, we had to oblige. And much like you would assume, they had ridiculous amounts of high-end liquor available for us to partake in. I wasn’t really a heavy drinker, but the combination of nerves and my admiration for my favorite member of the group, caused me to over do it a tad bit.
45 minutes into our private party, we were all laughing, giggling, and talking like old friends. That’s when things got weird. I was sitting on the couch closest to the door with my favorite member and she began to scoot closer to me. I didn’t mind at all, she was gorgeous, talented, and rich so I was down for whatever she wanted to do. I looked around at my friends and saw other group members keeping them busy. They were all making out and their hands were all over each other’s bodies. I couldn’t help but become excited because I knew what was going to happen next. And just like that, I had my favorite member all over me, kissing, sucking, licking, and humping. I was in Heaven. I couldn’t believe what was happening but I sure as hell didn’t want it to stop. Once I was comfortable enough,
I pushed her down on the couch and mounted her. She immediately reached up and began to grope my breasts. I was so turned on that my juices began to seep through my tan color shorts and when she noticed, all she did was smile and proceed to remove my top. Without warning, she ripped off my bra and began to suckle on my left nipple, then the right, all the while grinding her pelvis against mine.
As you might imagine, we all ended up staying the night with them on their tour bus. That night and parts of the early morning were spent having wild sex and switching from one group member to another. Our clothes were thrown all over the bus and the windows were steamed up. Nobody on their staff bothered to disturb us. I’m thinking it was because this kind of group behavior was typical for them. I was just glad to be one of the chosen few. It was the most awesome experience of my life.
My favorite member is now a solo artist and she’s not doing bad at all. She’s had a lot of success writing for major artists and she finally released her first solo album not too long ago. And every time I see one of her music videos or listen to one of her songs, I think about the night we spent drunk on passion and lost in lust. I’ll probably never hear from her or see her again, but I have some pretty sexy and vivid memories of her to keep me company.
- #1 Fan
Grand Rapids, MI
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