Two fourth of July's ago my friends and I went out to celebrate Independence Day. This was before the days of thitwbar...it wasn't as exciting as we thought it would be (who goes to bars on the 4th of July anyway?)and we were all heading to a picnic which was far far away the next morning so we single folks decided to cut our losses...there were no interesting people to meet that night and we decided to just go back to Ry's house.

Once there we decided to play some games. Tash was fairly sloshed as she sipped her wine on the couch. We played Around the World in darts. It got a little fiesty, money was being dropped. Ry dropped out of the competition, other people left, Tash passed out on the couch and it was down to Ricky and myself. Oh boy--Ricky. Ricky and I had hooked up sporadically all year when one or the other of us wasn't seeing anyone, but nothing serious--just a series of drunken hookups. (Although I once got beer tears over him, I'll tell that story another time). Miraculously, I won the dart championship...mmm, don't know how. I grabbed the money in my greedy fist and shoved it in my pocket. This is when I notice that Tash is full on passed out and so is Ry! Ricky challenges me to a game of Foosball in the basement "so we wouldn't wake them up."

Now I should've known what direction this night was headed as we descended the stairs. Poor Ry. His basement had been defiled so many times due to Ricky and my drunken activities. But Ry never seemed to mind...too much. We got to the Fooseball table and Ricky says, "We should make this interesting."
"How?" I ask, "I have all your money" as I pat the wad of cash in my jean's pocket.
"Let's play strip fooseball" with a little gleam in his eye. You'd never know that his parents were Mennonites, seriously. Not one to step down from the challege I agreed.

Now I must've wanted to get naked quickly because I am a HORRIBLE foosball player. Actually probably the worst. I lost article of clothing, after article until I was naked and Ricky had lost only his shoes and one sock. Suddenly, my skill changed and I kept scoring goals! I was on a roll! Errr, no...Ricky was tired of being clothed. We actually played a second game naked, I think because Ricky let me win and therefore had to "school" me, showing me that I definitely didn't win on my own accord...bastard! ;)

So we end up kissing against the foosball table. I kind of get stuck with my back uncomfortably pinned against the "foosball men". We start to have sex but there was no way that I could stay where I was because the "men" kept jabbing me in my back, thighs and well...my ass. We ended up on the floor, which was fine by me. When we were done, we went upstairs and slept on separate couches. We thought we were slick...until Ry brought my bra upstairs the next morning. It had been hanging on one of the flipper paddles...I hadn't noticed because I was wearing one of those tanktops with the built in bras. He just laughed at us for trying to keep it a secret and then asked me if I had any weird bruises from the table. I think he was only joking because when I told him that I did, his face got red and he mumbled, "I'm glad it's my roommate's table and not mine. Can't you guys fuck on the couches like everyone else?"