My wife has kind of a cnc kink and gets very turned on by being “taken advantage of” when she’s been drinking. Well, this weekend, I obliged her after we attended a friend’s graduation party.
My wife’s best friend recently completed her undergraduate and invited us to the ceremony and an after party at her place. It was very much like a college party vibe, and my wife wanted to relish in some nostalgia with her friend. The two of them got shitfaced drunk. My wife and her friend played beer pong for hours and must have had like 6 or 7 beers. Once they were already pretty drunk, somebody in their group suggested taking rounds of shots, and it snowballed from there.
My camp counselor followed me to the dock at midnight instead of writing me up…
I was a CIT that summer which means I was technically staff but also technically still sleeping in the cabins and technically still under the rules which included no leaving your cabin after 11pm. I broke that rule every single night because the lake at midnight was the only place that was quiet and I could sit on the dock and listen to nothing and think about nothing and that was the only way I could fall asleep.
He was a full counselor, third year, 21, worked with the younger kids during the day. Tall, sandy hair that was always a little too long, tan from being outside all summer, had this thing where he talked with his hands and smiled more with the left side of his mouth than the right. Everybody liked him. The kids loved him. The other counselors respected him. He was genuinely nice in a way that didn't feel performed (I can usually tell).