#rowingclub
Back in
the day,
the 70's
and 80's
on the
west side
of Buffalo
at Nativity
Playground,
we young men
and women
were all
friends.
We all
tightly
hung out
together!
Some,
were much
more than
'friends'.
One SOBER
summer
night,
I was introduced
to Carrie
by the girlfriend
of my good
friend Wayne.
I wasn't
interesed....
at first.
I was sober!
Anyway;
She wasn't
ugly understand
but rather,
she just wasn't
my type...
well,
on that night
anyway.
The following night,
Carrie ended up
where I happened to be,
and on this night
I was partying
and getting
drunk.
I remember,
after each drink
went down...
Carrie was
quickly becoming
'my type'.
Folks were
skinny dipping
in the canal
and I began
taking a good
hard look at Carrie by the bonfire.
Before I
knew it,
my pants were unzipped
and in front
of everyone,
my *****
was in
her mouth.
It's then
I stopped her
to save her
a little face
and instructed her
to go up the hill...
and I would follow.
We ended up
on a
concrete pad,
no bigger
than 5 foot
× 6 foot
in the back of
the west side
rowing club
in the spotlight
with Carrie
riding me like
I was a horse
in the
Kentucky derby.
She was good!
Make no mistake,
Carrie was good!
The next
morning
I awoke and...
my underwear
was sticking
to my *** and
I was confused
as to why?
Carrie,
apparently rode
a winner.
I never had
brush burns
on my knees
as bad as the
brush burns
that Carrie
left on my ***
from that
concrete pad.
I dated Carrie
for the
remainder of
the summer
of 83'.
No reason to
wonder why,
right?
That summer
we went on
to christening
brand new
Chrysler Lebaron
Convertibles
of our friend's
parents,
Carrie climaxing
on church steps
with all of
our clothes on
in front of visitors
from Kentucky
and
so much more.
I swear that
song by Europe; 'Carrie'
was sung
about her.
written by me... ..
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC