Looking for an image I used to have in my favorites. It was of a punk-looking girl, sort of like Ramona Flowers, she had a really intense eye color, I think green. Her body was at a slight angle away from the camera, but her eyes were looking directly into it. It was a close-up of just her and her chest, her chin and chest covered in cum. There was even a incest caption version of it that said something along the lines of, "Wow, brother. I've never seen someone cum that much" or something like that. I think she may have had a lip or septum piercing.

I grew up in a small town in West Texas. In the spring of 2001, when I was eighteen years old, my mother got a job in Northern California and she and my father, who owns his own business and could work from home, moved out there. Since I was finishing up my senior year of high school, my aunt said I could stay with her for the time being.
I had a great time those few months living with my aunt. She was in her late twenties and always felt like more of a sister to me than an aunt and she let me get away with pretty much anything as long as I didn't "come home dead." So it kind of surprises me now when I look back at it that I didn't even consider her offer to continue living with her after I graduated. I knew I wanted to get out of town. I was a liberal, indie as fuck hipster surrounded by a sea of vote Bush signs. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend and I felt like there was just nothing there for me anymore. I had long dreamed of moving to Austin (I place I had never, and still have never, been) where I would see shows every night, get amazing at guitar and obviously become a huge indie darling rock star.
Buuuuuuuuuuutt I had no money, terrible grades, and quite frankly, basically no motivation, so when my parents came out for my graduation I ended up going back with them to California. San Francisco seemed like a place where I could pretty much do anything I could do in Austin, and it would be free, so why not?
The first weekend there my parents took me to do all the touristy stuff in San Francisco. Coit tower, Alcatraz, Pier 39, we drove across the Golden Gate bridge. I even got to go to Amoeba records which was a dream come true. The next day they took me around the town they'd moved to, which I won't name (but people familiar with area will probably be able to figure out.) It's a little seaside suburb about a twenty minute drive from the city. It seemed nice, I even saw a couple punks hanging out at a bus stop. They bought me a bus pass and took me to the community college campus where they said I'd be going in the fall (yeah right.)
After that I spent the next couple days basically just doing nothing around the house, which really got on my dad's nerves. He made it very clear that it was time for me to get a job, something I'd never done before, and he dropped me off at a shopping center across the street from a beach.
I sort of made a half-assed atempt to collect applications - Safeway, Round table pizza, etc. I even got an interview right on the spot at a Hallmark store where the mean old lady doing the interview told me that I "didn't project the Hallmark spirit." Then I spent a couple of hours wandering around the beach, which had a seriously cool tidepool.
That night I got in a fight with my dad, and dear reader, please understand that this is a story of teen angst, I don't even remember what started it, though I'm sure it had to do with my non-answers about my job hunt that afternoon. I stormed out of the house saying I needed to take a walk and clear my head, knowing full well I would not be coming home that night.
I headed toward the beach, headphones on, Grandaddy's Sophtware Slump in the discman, camel menthol between my lips. I had planned to sleep on the beach, but was quickly finding out that my concept of California was off. It was cold as fuck. I was about to give up and go home when I was walking past a row of apartments, I wouldn't quite call it a complex, and I noticed one of them was having a loud party with people who looked about my age hanging out front.
A guy called me over to ask for a light. I hung out for a bit finishing my smoke and chatting. The people were nice, but not really my scene, kind of a beachy preppy thing going on, but when they asked me to stay I went for it. Free beer, and I was guessing I could probably get away with crashing on the floor. Why not?
There were way more people in that apartment than you could imagine is comfortable in a one bedroom, but I grabbed a Corona from a cooler and tried to make myself look like I was supposed to be there. A guy who recognized a Get Up Kids pin I was wearing tried to chat me up, he would end up becoming a good friend later, but at the time I was the perfect combination of nervous and pretentious and blew him off with curt responses.
A girl who I'd met earlier in the day at a video store while I was application hunting, and who told me I would definitley get the job because the manager "hired every pretty girl who applied" (*blush*) recognized me. I was talking with her for a while, again nice but I couldn't really imagine a lasting friendship forming, when a guy holding a video camera approached her followed by a group of guys. He said that he was filming a video called "P-Town Gone Wild" and offered her $20 to flash the camera.
She told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Then he turned his attention to me. I initially told him no thanks, but he kept pushing it. He eventually doubled his offer and another girl who'd already done it offered to do it with me, so being broke and not knowing what I was going to do tomorrow, I relented.
So on the count of three we flashed the camera. She was clearly more comfortable with it, she flashed for a good long time to uproarous cheers (the first time I'd seen pierced nipples in real life!) while I was pretty much a quick peek. He ended up making me do it three more times before he eventually gave me the money. I'd clearly lost the respect of the video store girl, but oh well.
I continued drinking and making small talk, when the girl with the piercings cornered me. She said that the guy with the camera was offering us $200 each if he could film us making out in the bedroom. I wasn't that into it, but she was being really aggressive, and while I don't by any means consider myself bi, I do have to admit that she was pretty cute and I was just drunk enough.
We went into the bedroom, ostensibly for privacy but it felt like the entire party was in the room with us. It was lit by a red light bulb and right away I was really uncomfortable, it felt like I'd entered into the Pink Room from Fire Walk With Me, or something. She immediatley stripped down to just her underpants, a thong that I believe had the Spitfire skate logo on it (a smiling flame,) and I froze. I had thought we were just going to be making out.
I tried to back out, but there was so much egging on that I eventually stripped down too. I got on the bed with her and we started making out to satisfyed cheers. She unhooked my bra and began sucking my tits.
A guy in the room was openly jerking off, which made the atmosphere even stranger. The onlookers seemed torn between watching two naked girls make out and making fun of the guy, who was perfectly average sized, for having a small dick.
Eventually the guy holding the camera whipped his out too (it was much smaller but no one dared say anything,) the girl broke away from me and started sucking his dick. I just sat there watching awkwardly when someone reached around from behind me and started squeezing my tits really fucking hard. I broke away and spun around and was met by another guy handling his dick.
He straight up just said "will you blow me?" He seemed kind of nervous which was cute and made me laugh a little, but I said yes. He sat on the bed and I struggled to pull his pants down a little further before I started going down on him. Someone behind me started rubbing my pussy through my panties, I never found out who it was.
When he came I swallowed it and was chastized by the guy holding the camera because "people want to see face shots."
Anyway, I was drunk enough to not realize that I only got paid $80 and was later embarassed enough that I let it go. I later learned that this guy, who pretty much no one liked, was a dealer who was trying to break into porn extremely unsuccessfully. The girl was his "star." I would meet her again year later under extremely different circumstances, our kids go to school together. We've exchanged knowing hellos but never actually talked about it (though my husband makes threesome "jokes" about her all the time.) I've never seen the video and am not even sure it exists, but if you've ever come across something from the early 00s called "P-Town Gone Wild" or "P-Town's Finest" or something you may have already seen my one and only onscreen credit where some critics say I was "hot but boring."
Eventually the cops broke up the party (long after the video was shot,) and they were actually pretty cool about it and just told everyone to go home. In a kind and unexpected turn, the girl from the video store offered me to stay at her place. Before you get to excited, the story doesn't go there - while I did see her boobs while she was changing, she just smoked me out and we talked for a while. She very nicely called me a whore, which, fair, was still pretty fucking rude and I came to realize we has some very different idealogical values and I realized I would never want to work with someone like her and consequentially never called the video store back when they reached out for an interview.
the next day I sheepishly returned home and went straight to my room, I was still pretty pissed at my dad. I called my aunt to ask her if her offer to stay with her was still available, I figured I'd get whatever job I could, head home ASAP and worry about all my stuff later. She said no. I'm not sure if her offer was ever actually sincere, or if she'd changed her mind upon actually being confronted with the reality of it, but either way change of plans.
I made a post on craigslist, which was way wilder here than at home. Admittedly bending the truth a little, I said that I had been kicked out of my house and needed a place to stay for a few days and attached a picture where I looked both innocent and was showing a healthy amount of cleavage. I wasn't totally naive, I had an idea of what I was doing, but I was emboldened by the night before and knew that I could put out if I absolutley had to. I had visions of a handsome young doctor or something taking me in and either we'd start a great affair or I'd at least get a few days to figure out what was next.
I'm sure I'm not surprising anyone when I say that is not the response I got and I put the idea aside.
Later that day my dad apologized to me. He asked me where I'd been all night and I told him a version of the truth "I stumbled onto a party and made some friends." But peace only lasted a while before he started getting on me about being a bum again, reigniting everything again.
When I checked my email that night the responses I had got to my listing were overwheling and ridiculous. But there was one, from a woman, that piqued my interest. She said that she'd been a similar situation when she was my age and was more than willing to give me a place to crash for a couple days.
I figured out the bus routes, which at the time felt like no small feat, and found my way to a BART station (kind of like a local train system.) I headed out to a place in the East Bay that I'd never even heard of before. The lady met me there. She seemed surprisingly normal, well put together in her late thirties. She took me to her place, a small but nice apartment. We got Taco Bell, drank wine, and chatted. It was really nice.
She told me her story. She'd gotten pregnant when she was a little bit younger than me and her very strict parents kicked her out and cut her off, and because of that she always feels a kinship to people who were in a situation like mine. I felt bad for stretching the truth, but was shitty enough at the time to take advantage of the situation.
It got late and she was ready to turn in. She said her son was not coming home that night, so I could sleep in his bed, but I would probably have to take the couch the next day. Cool. Sounds good to me.
Her son's room was a huge mess and kind of disgusting, like any young guy's room is I guess, but I could tell by his stuff, the posters on the wall, his CDs, that he was actually probably pretty cool.
When I woke up the next morning, there was a guy in nothing but a pair of boxers sleeping on the floor beside the bed. I was weirded out, but I assumed this must be the son and it was his room.
We had a nice day hanging out at the apartment. The son made a lot of jokes about his mom "taking in strays." He and I really hit it off, we had a lot in common. That night he and his friends took me to Berkeley to see a local band called the Locals (they would later change their name to the Matches, and are still a favorite band of mine to this day.) It was incredible! His friends were so welcoming and the show was so great.
After dropping off his friends we went and got drive through at Jack in the Box and just sat in the car and talked forever. I felt comfortable with him, so I told him about the party and what had happened. I was afriad he was going to judge me, but what actually ended up happening was that he fucked my brains out in the backseat of his car behind a grocery store. It was to that point the best sex I'd ever had in my life and remained so for several years.
We got back to the apartment super late, but the mom was still up. She was clearly just out of the shower and was not shy at all about me or her son seeing her tits. Just very casual "did you have fun? Oh great!" kind of stuff. This was *very* weird to me, but different strokes, right?
I slept on the couch, so that his mom wouldn't think anything untoward was going on. The next morning when I got up, I headed over to a nearby 7-11 for my morning coke slurpee, like you do, and when I got back to the apartment I ran into a neighbor.
She was kind and made small talk, "so you're staying with (woman's name?)"
"Yeah, I'm friends with her son." I stretched the truth a little.
She looked at me like I was crazy.
"She doesn't have a son? It's just the two of them, right?"
I immediatley felt a pit in my stomach, horror and deep, deep embarassment.
"Yeah, it's just a joke we have because he's so much younger."
I went in, grabbed my stuff and slipped right back out. I eventually found my way to the BART station after walking for a few miles and made my way back home.
And that, reader, is the craziest week of my life. I know it's not as wild as some of the stories that get posted here, but I've been feeling a need to share it.
I eventually did end up going to the community college that I swore I wouldn't, made for real friends with several of the people who were at that party (not the video store girl,) and ended up meeting the man who would become my husband pretty shortly after all of this. I never fucked with craigslist again.