I was at my friend's house about a week after this revelation. My friend was a 15 year old, cleptomaniac, red head named Amanda. Amanda's sister had a shit load of this cheap (very cheap) whiskey left over from her graduation party. I asked Amanda if I could have a bottle, to which she replied "yes".

So there I was walking down the street with this bottle of cheap ass whiskey in a duffel bag and a hard on.

So Amy, her friend Claire, and I left the bowling alley in search of a good place to drink the whiskey. Claire was a tall blond that I had never met before, but she looked great so I thought I was in great shape. I mean here I was about to get hopelessly drunk with not one, but two older women. I was going to get them drunk and who knows maybe a threesome was in my future. I was happy and totally unaware of the terrible fate that awiated me.

Amy, Claire, and I found this tressel (railroad bridge) to drink under. We seated ourselves on some rocks and I opened my duffel bag and removed the cheap bottle of whiskey. I opened it and proceeded to take a big swig from the bottle. The terrible liquid burned my insides and it was piss warm. Needless to say it was not easy going down. Then I made my first ever "whiskey face" and handed the bottle to Amy who downed a considerable more amount than I did.

After that we decided to head back to the bowling alley. I'm sure all three of us looked quite odd stumbling down the street hanging on to each other for balance.

Then Claire said, "We need sex".

Amy agreed, "I need a big dick".

Now aside from the Penthouse Forum I had never heard women speak this way in real life. My 15 yr. old hormones were raging and I wanted these women.

I said, "Mine is big."

They both looked at me for a moment with drunken looks on their faces, then they looked at each other and cracked up. They were laughing so hard they had to grab on to each other to keep from falling over. They laughed for quite a long time actually. The only one not laughing was me.

"What?", I asked. "I do".

They looked at me for a moment perhaps actually considering what I had said.

Then they said, "Show us".

Now I may have been very drunk and very horny, but the idea of showing my penis in broad daylight in a nice urban community didn't sit too well with me. So I kind of just shrugged it off. They laughed some more and we continued our drunken voyage back to the bowling alley.

When we got back to the bowling alley I wasn't feeling too hot. My stomach felt as if it were on fire, but I was still set on scoring with these two chicks.

"Why don't we go back to my house?", I asked raising one eyebrow.

Just then a decked out 76 Camaro pulled up next to us and came to a stop. The girls obviously knew the driver and seemed delighted to get in without even a muttering a goodbye or a thank you. As the Camaro squeeled off I began to realize how sick I actually felt and what a total loser I was for thinking that I could actually score with those chicks.

I only lived about three blocks from the bowling alley, but it seemed like miles as I stumbled down the street clutching my stomach. My normally imobile town was now moving back and forth. It was spinning around and seemed to move in waves. I remember it looked as if I were under water. It's' amazing that I even made it home and I only remember falling once.

I don't remember anything else of that day. I awoke the next day in a bright orange pool of my own vomit. If you've ever had to wash your own dried vomit out of your hair then MAYBE you've had a hangover as bad as mine. That entire day I learned the hard way about the wonderful things alcohol can do to you when used in excess. I puked over 20 times that day. I told my mother that I had the flu. After puking #10 she asked me if I wanted to see a doctor and as much as I may have wanted to do exactly that I was terribly afraid of getting caught so I lied and told her that I'd be fine. I gave up on eating when my second piece of toast was forcefully removed from my body and landed on my bedroom floor in a half digested pool of mush. I drank nothing but water the rest of the day.

The next day was bad, I think I only puked 5 times, but it wasn't near as a bad as the previous day. By then it was fairly common to hear, "stay away from Nick or he'll puke on you.

It took a long time after that for me to be able to even smell whiskey without gagging and to this day I never really enjoy drinking whiskey.

THE END