Hmm…I have a few but I’ll go with the unbalanced futon story.
A long time friend’s little sister turned twenty-one and she invited me and my girlfriend at the time out to celebrate. We had a rather tame outing to the pub. A few drinks and some great food and we went back to the birthday girl’s apartment with her friends for an after party of sorts. I bought a bottle of Marker’s Mark and I split it with my friend (the birthday girl’s brother).
I realized that I was extremely drunk. Lot’s of “I love you guys” going out all around. Random strangers I met that night, my buddy and I slow danced a bit, and I looked my lady into her eyes and told her “You make me wanna be a better man” (yea I had just watched “As Good As It Gets”).
Everyone starts to pass out and my lady and I get the futon in the living room. My buddy and his girl go to the guest room and his sister goes to her bedroom with her boyfriend. I was kinda passing out, then my lady started to tease me. I am kinda an animal when I’m drunk. I loose a lot of my gentleman ways much much easier than normal and I we started going at it. Real quiet at first. She was a soft moaner but she wanted to take the top and we rolled on the futon. Most futons have a little bar that helps support it when it gets pulled out. It was at this moment that we realized it didn’t. Completely naked, having rather good sex, in a quiet post party living room apartment put all of the weight on the unsupported half of the futon and it nearly flipped over us with a huge crash.
After the initial shock we just burst out laughing and no one says anything from the other rooms. At this point we kinda figure out that they are hardcore passed out so we no longer have to be quiet. Tongue, fingers, positions galore, two more crashes to the ground as we forgot about the previous bout to the floor, and eventually we stop. It was probably about an hour or so and I just couldn’t cum. My lady was getting dry so we end up calling it quits and finally go to sleep. Some of the most fun sex I’ve ever had to this day.
The icing on the cake was the next morning. You know how sometimes you wake up with a feeling that someone is watching you? I had that and I woke up. About four feet from the futon was a huge lazy boy. My buddy and his girlfriend were sitting there, he had a cup of coffee and she had glass of milk. Both staring at us, he had the look of a man full of jealousy but with a hint of pride for his friend. She had the glaring look of pure burning hatred because we apparently did keep them up.
Looking back on it, it was an amazing night and extremely fun time.