| One Saturday night, two of my lovers and I had put in time at a drunken party and decided to leave and go back to my place while we still had enough motor skills to do so. We were drunk and being affectionate when we got on the nearly vacant red line train. Without giving much thought to it, we sat down with my lady friend in the middle. As I said, we were being affectionate, but certainly not overtly sexual and nowhere near grotesque. The manner in which I nuzzled and kissed my lady friend was harmless and cute, just as it was when she cuddled and kissed our gentleman caller. Suddenly, a voice broke through the train. The train was loud, but this woman was louder and she was announcing to what I'm assuming was her partner that my lady friend was a disgusting slut because she just kissed two different people. On and on about how slutty she was and how icky we were [I think]. I can't recall any of it with much clarity because, like I said, we were crunk. My lovers and I kinda laughed it off and enjoyed the rest of our evening. But having sobered up, it really makes one wonder if this woman would have been nearly as upset had our gentleman caller been sitting in the middle while the two of us ladies fawned on him and his big, manly muscles. |
