My boyfriend Paul and i had invited some friends to go see Marc Broussard at The Independent in San Francisco because we had a bunch of tickets. We invited our friend Sara, her boyfriend James, and their friend Trevor, a straight guy who we had never met before, as well as three other friends. (Remember this.) We meet for dinner before the concert to discover that Trevor is a very handsome guy with a nice body who apparently enjoys the attention and seems to be flirting with everyone. (At least, in my mind, he’s flirting.) Well, we have a drink with dinner and get nice and relaxed, and at one point, as Trevor is “flirting,” Paul and i look at eachother, and i lean over and whisper to him, “I think we might be able to take this guy home tonight,” (because that’s the kind of secure, fun-loving relationship we have.)
So, we go to the concert, and we’re drinking and having a blast, because Marc Broussard is awesome, and Trevor ends up coming over to stand right next to me and Paul. Well, Paul and i are very affectionate with eachother all the time, and we don’t have to hide it at all in San Francisco, so i’m pressed up against him with my arms around him, playing with his ass, all that fun stuff! Trevor doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by it; he’s smiling and having a good time….. So at some point, i’m drunk enough to reach over and touch Trevor’s ass with a slightly lingering “accidental” brush. He’s standing kind of in front of me at this point, so i can’t really see if anything changed in his face, but he doesn’t move away. It was a very exciting, exhilerating rush for me, so i try it again. Again, no attempt to move away, though there’s plenty of room around us at this point, no one else standing that close to us, so he knows it’s me touching his ass, right? So i do it a couple more times, each time leaving my hand there longer. So far so good, so i finally just cup one ass cheek with my hand and gently let my fingers trace the line of his ass crack. This lasts for maybe about 10 or 20 seconds, (maybe less, it’s kind of a blur,) and then suddenly he turns and walks away. It was a little sad, but i didn’t worry too much about it. So, the concert ends, and i head to the bathroom, and apparently Trevor, Sara and James immediately take off to go home.

The next day i wake up, hung over, painfully remembering stumbling down the sidewalk and puking after the concert, and also remembering bits and pieces of this surreal experience where i was fondling a straight guy’s ass! Suddenly i felt incredibly embarassed, so i decide to just block it out and forget about it.

About a week later, Jerry, (one of the other 3 friends who had gone to the concert with us,) calls to see if we want to go out for dinner and music shopping. So we go out, and as we’re eating dinner, Jerry asks, “So i think Trevor had fun with us. Do you think he’ll want to hang out with us again soon?” Suddenly, i get a bit uncomfortable, and after a moment, i shyly and awkwardly smile and say, “I’m not sure if Trevor will want to hang out with us again.” They both look at me and say, “Why not?” I look at them, and they both have strange, perplexed grins on their faces. Uh-oh. “Well,” i say. “I think it’s possible i may have fondled Trevor’s ass at the concert.” Jerry says, “You think you did, or you did?” “Ok, i did,” i admit. Then Jerry says, “I actually already knew that, I saw the whole thing!” Oh shit! Until this moment, i had completely blocked out the fact that the rest of our friends were standing behind us, and apparently saw it all go down!
A couple of weeks later, we are with Sara, who we’ve already seen since the concert, but the subject of Trevor never came up. We were saying goodbye to her, and i say, “Say hi to James,” and Paul says, “Say hi to Trevor!” I feel this tidal wave of embarassment rush over me and i look at Sara to find that she has this highly amused look on her face with her eyes and mouth wide open looking at me. I use the papers in my hand to cover my face, and she starts laughing hystercally and says, “Oh my god, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that!! Trevor told us about that, and we both called him a liar and told him that you would never do something like that! So it’s true?!” I just keep holding the paper in front of my mouth. Paul’s loving it! “Well, i told him,” she continues, “Even if it did happen, he should consider it a great compliment!!!” We’ve had some great laughs over it since then. We’ve laughed so hard that our stomach muscles couldn’t take anymore. I know this story will live on for a long time to come, and i secretly love it. I am hopeful that Trevor will forgive me if the opportunity ever comes along to invite him to hang out with us again.

I suppose there’s a moral to this story. Never get that drunk, because you never know what stories might follow you around for the rest of your life!

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