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I had all these romantic notions about one-night stands. Who knew it would be so difficult to actually have one?
  • This reminds me of the time...

    Dear Penthouse Forum, I never thought I would be writing to you. I'm just an average guy at a small New England University, and my sex life had almost come to a complete halt, only four or five times a week, if you can believe it. Pretty dull and mundane. But one night I was in the library, cramming for a big test; I was bored to death, thinking how a one-night-stand would be just what the doctor ordered right about then when out of the blue this hot little honey comes walking up, clutching her books with cute little nervous hands. She looked sweet and lost; she was kind of adorable that way, different than the tigress types I usually hooked up with.

    "Would you like to get out of here?" she said, obviously gathering every ounce of her courage. Her long straight hair hung lightly on her shoulders, and I could imagine it flipping and whipping around while we were doing the deed, hot! But I decided to play with her a little, just to put her at her ease.

    "Why?" I asked, flirting back with her. But it was the wrong thing to say, I guess, because she just blushed and turned and walked away. I collected my books and was about to go after her when a tall blonde girl and a bosomy redhead blocked my way. "What's your hurry, big boy?" said the blonde. The redhead smiled. "My name is Heather, and this is Chanelle, and we were wondering if you'd go like to 'study.'"

    "Yes," Chanelle said, "This subject is just really hard, don't you think? Is it HARD for you?"

    Well, we went back to their dorm room and studied our brains out, after which they promised to introduce me to five of their friends. But that, as they say, is another story!