We asked girls about their best one night stand stories
‘I bumped into his mum while I was naked in the bathroom’
We asked you girls about your one-night encounters and you certainly didn’t hold back.
So he was a real talker. We had been talking for months and he had been telling me all about how amazing he is in bed and how I was in for a real treat. I should have known that guys who say shit like that are rarely telling the truth. So, after much anticipation, I invite him round for the evening. When it came down to it, all I did was touch him (with his boxers still on, may I add) and he came straight away. He was so embarrassed he actually cried. He cried. After comforting him for an hour or so, he went home with his head hung. We never saw each other again.
I went back with a guy who had told me his parents wouldn’t be in. When I woke up in the morning I couldn’t find my dress or my underwear anywhere, but was in desperate need of the toilet. I decided to head to the bathroom completely starkers anyhow, only to walk straight into his mum on the landing! We stood for a few seconds in agonising silence, before I ran back into his room. She came in yelling at him whilst I rummaged around trying to find my clothes and I rapidly got out of there. I still cringe thinking about it.
I brought someone back who I knew and I woke up in the morning and I’d pissed on my side of the bed in my sleep. I only ever piss in it when I’m so gone and I hadn’t even remembered bringing him back. I was proper shitting myself trying to get rid of him but he was trying it on and wouldn’t take any of my hints to leave. In the end I had to text my flatmate to come knock on my door saying my parents were outside and got rid of him.
Okay so I went home with this guy and he was drunkenly begging me to stay over so he could make me breakfast in the morning. Anyway, it got to 8am when I woke up and I just thought fuck it and started getting ready to leave. I put on my tiny dress from the night before and my heels and set off to walk home. I got to the end of the road and every single society from our university was there as they were waiting to go on tour- all the coaches were beeping and all the rugby lads were shouting “wheeeyyyyy!”at me. So mortifying.
I’d never had a one night stand with a complete stranger before I came to university. My first one could not have gone any worse. The night started with me sober and after a cheeky double vodka Coke or twelve, I was completely legless. I went back to a boy’s house, where we had sex. To take the night further, we thought it would be an absolutely fabulous idea to have shower sex. I don’t really know what I was thinking in my drunken state. Long story short, the heat of the shower definitely went to my head, making me feel incredibly sick. The sad thing is, I didn’t even make it to the toilet, I projectile vomited all over the poor boys bathroom. I dread to think of the clean up. Safe to say I’m glad I’ve never had to see him again.
I got really drunk and started dancing with this guy at the bar. He was walking me home on campus and he told me he knew how to get on the roof of one of the buildings and drunk me thought that was a good idea. We got into the building and the door to the roof was locked (which in retrospect, he probably knew) and we had sex in the stairwell of a building on campus. I don’t remember his name or what he looked like. Oh and I’m a lesbian.
I went to some guy’s place and while we were having sex his friends walked in and we somehow ended up having a foursome. I was fucked as usual and they came in saying oh can we join in and I was just like “yeah sure why not”. It was a good night.
I’d had a pretty messy night out and vaguely remember leaving the club. I had an idea that I’d left with a guy but don’t remember the walk back. When I woke up in the morning I was convinced he’d gone but I turned over and he was still there. After talking for a bit we realised we hadn’t even gone to the same club that night so god knows how we met and why he ended up coming back to mine. I must have literally picked him up in the street. He text me a lot after but I just ignored them.
I got talking to this guy for about five minutes, he was pretty ugly, then he asked if I wanted to go so I said yes and took his hand, we walked back to his house and started making out. He kept staring at me when I was topless on his bed and saying “you’re SO hot” which really put me off, then he firstly refused wearing a condom and second when he tried, couldn’t get it on properly. I got fed up and yelled at him and left. He lived half an hour away from the university and I had no money so a random girl’s mum who found me drove me home.
After fancying my flatmate for weeks, I finally pulled him a club and we made our way back to ours to do the deed. As we were both absolutely steaming, we proceeded to have sex loudly on our kitchen table. Half-way through the act, our most shyest and awkward flatmate stumbled in on us mid doggy position. Safe to say they didn’t venture back out of their room for the rest of the year.