I HAD SEX WITH. . .

Co-Ed Does the Hockey Team

Words: Amanda Bloom

I was a college sophomore and it was my first “real” spring break—with boys and booze. We went to Fort Lauderdale, which had not sustained its fabulous ‘80s MTV image, but was cheap and still promised plenty of drunken revelry. We ended up in a cheap hotel on the wrong end of the strip—staying in the part of the city that was actually more populated by men who couldn’t get a hard-on to save their lives. Fortunately, there happened to be a hockey team from NY who’d made the same mistake. And I plowed through them like any drunken, slutty co-ed would have. The first guy I had on the beach. It was considerably unromantic, unsatisfying and messy. I still have a scar on my big toe from rubbing the sand. The second guy I conquered a couple days later in a hotel bathroom (with ten people “asleep” in the room), followed by the hotel room floor (with two other “couples” in the beds) and then the beach (again!). That guy ended up asking me to marry him, and I had all but transferred to his college in NY, when I found out he’d had a girlfriend the whole time. But I was not discouraged. Oh no! I visited NY a couple months after spring break and ended up sleeping with yet another guy from the same team. I was so drunk I don’t even remember if I actually slept with him, but I do recall him saying while I was mid-fellatio, “Hey, it’s little, but it’s cute.” When we woke up the morning after, the bed was soaked. I had been trashed enough to piss myself a couple times before, so I embarrassingly told him, “I’m so sorry. I think I peed the bed.” His reply? “Don’t worry, honey, I did too.” And we went back to bed.