Michelle in college
I've been out of college over 20 years now but have a confession to make.
I hung around a circle of male and female friends at a small New England college for my entire 4 years there.
One of those friends was a petite 5'1" long-hair brunette named Michelle. She had a boyfriend from home all through college, so that headed things off. Still, she was and is still really funny and remains a good friend via Email, reunions, Twitter and what-not.
So here's the confession.
One night 23 or 24 years ago, Michelle was drunk to the point of passing out at a dorm party. I carried her back to our dorm - she had a room on the floor below me, and we all knew each others combination locks, you never know if you need to grab a beer or something.
Michelle was OUT. Gone. I could have blown an air horn in her face and she wouldn't have moved.
I then did something I regret to this day.
I got her onto her bed - totally unconscious. I took her sweater and bra off and then masturbated onto her b****** three times really quick.
Then I cleaned everything up off of her - and she was still incapacitated. I re-dressed her, and got her situated well on her bed. Then left a note taped to the door saying hey, carted you back to your room last night, drink a lot of water today, ha ha.
I've never told her. Part of me wants to. Ironically she's divorced and I am as well. We occasionally Email.
Maybe this is something I put on my bucket list, to tell her.
She is a sweet person and great mom to her young daughter whom I met at 20th reunion.
I don't know if or how I can relay this.
It seems like something you tell someone
when you're about to croak.
Should I just not ever say anything?