Update: Results are in the extended entry.

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Is this anecdote a sham or a share?

At one time I was living with 3 girls. No, it was not all panty dances and blow jobs. Sad to say there were no panty dances or blow jobs at all. From my housemates that is - I was doing fine in that department from other sources. Damn, where was I going with this? I'm sure I had a point here...oh, yeah - background info. All three gals were friends from work. I had previously enjoyed one of them on occasion until we figured that we worked a lot better just as friends. When we all decided to get a place together we made a partially joking rule that there wouldn't be any intra-roomie shennanigans unless it was all four of us at the same time.

Now, on to the story: The Road Trip. At the time I was dating a girl who made up with exuberance what she might have lacked in brainpower. We ended up on a road trip with one of my roomies and her boyfriend. We drove down to roomie's parents' house in Pittsburg to go see a Steelers/Bengals game. No, I don't remember why I'd bother to go on a road trip to see either of those teams, much less both of them together. Must have been the promise of beer and companionship. The plan was to drive down on Saturday, sleep overnight, see the game on Sunday then drive back to Buffalo.

Roomie's parents were under the mistaken impression that she was a gal of demure behavior so three separate sleeping areas were made up in the den for me, my gal and her guy and she was (of course) going to sleep in her bed. After several hours of drinking Iron City Beer we all decided to hit the hay. My gal and I stuck our couches together and made quite a nice little nest. Roomie and her guy piled a bunch of sleeping bags and blankets on them to disguise themselves as well as possible and we all "went to sleep". Unfortunately for me my girl actually did pass out, leaving me a tad frustrated. From the sounds on the other side of the room that wasn't a problem for my compatriots.

Between my own frustration and the rather arousing noises from my neighbors things were quickly working up to a difficult point for me. I crept to the bathroom to take matters in my own hand (is that the worst pun you've ever encountered or what?). I was in there with the lights out doing my business when the door suddenly opened and the light came on. There was my roomie, nude and flushed. There I was, crank in hand and redfaced. There was just a few moments (hours?) of stunned silence until she smiled and then I smiled and she giggled and I laughed. She said "Don't be embarassed. I just finished myself and came in to clean up a bit." Turns out her guy passed out just as fast as my girl did and the noises I had been hearing were a solo performance.

We were both a little tipsy and both horny as hell and it was quite difficult not to let old habits take over at that point. We ended up in the shower and did a bit of wash me wash you but she left before anybody (meaning me) lost control and I finished things up by myself. It was one of those situations that would have made a great Letter to Penthouse if it had gone just a little differently but she made the right move - neither one of us would have been happy about it the next day if we'd cheated on our partners.

Current Standings:

Three Correct
jim

Two Correct
Mike the Marine
mitzi
MojoMark
Sue

One Correct
Brian Jones
Helen
Jeremy
Mutinousdoug
Rob
Simon
Susie
Tiffani

Zero Correct
Everybody else

RESULTS:

Yet another lie. I better check my pseudo-random number generator.

Some truthful bits: I did indeed live with 3 girls. One of those gals and I had played around a bit before we all moved in together. Me and my gal at the time did take a trip down to Pittsburgh with her and her guy to see a Steelers/Bengals game. I have no recollection of who won. In fact, my only specific memory of the game itself was getting progressively more pissed off as the entire Steelers crowd chanted out "Nooooooooooorrrrrrman, Nooooooooooooorrrrrrman" any time the Bengals had the ball (Boomer Esiason's real name is Norman - he was the Cinci QB back then).

The rest is hooey. Didn't I mention the exuberance of my girl? She didn't fall asleep by a long shot. I'm not sure what happened between my roomie and her guy as I didn't hear anything out of their area for the entire evening. My girl was nervous enough about being in the same room as another couple that she pulled me into the bathroom for a bit of privacy. My first experience with the variety of positions possible on a bathroom sink. We didn't take a shower either.

More importantly, there's no way I'd cheat on a girlfriend by fooling around with a fairly drunk roommate who's dating another friend of mine. Any of those three are no-no's in my personal chivalric code. Put the three together and that's just way way way out of the ballpark for me.

MojoMark, Helen, Lovely Wife, jim and Sue got this one right. 5 out of 11 - not bad!

New Sham/Share coming up some time this evening.