musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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This was college why the fuck were they all playing a game that middle school kids thought was sexy? The game was called ""Seven Minutes in Heaven", a stupid game where two people get locked together in a tight, dark, closet for seven minutes where they are supposed to make out. It's dumb, a dumb dumb game made up by middle school kids who thought it might be a easier way to get their first kisses or something.
Of course this was a different animal. This was college and people were somehow even hornier than ever before. Chad Sinco stood on a table with the twenty or so party goers standing around him. He held up a blue basked filled with pieces of paper as he explained, "Alright everyone listen up. Seven minutes in heaven has very simply rules okay. Everyone will take a number out of these colored baskets," he gestured to a pink basket at his foot. "Guys get a number from the blue basket and ladies get a number for the pink basket."
He jumped off the table and walked over to a closet that was under the stairs. He opened the door and showed everyone how tight the quarters were. "Two people with matching numbers will strip down to their underwear and then step into the closet. They will spend seven minutes pressed against each other, nearly naked, for seven minutes. What you guys do is up to you, if you need longer than seven minutes you may then go upstairs, do not keep going once you hear the warning. Understand? Alright. Easy day then."
Jake Peters raised his eyebrows at that last thing. He never expected a party to go like this, he was never invited to frat parties usually, most of the male only frats thought he was a big dorky. However Jake had helped Chad out passing a test last week and Chad insisted that Jake come to a party as repayment.
"Oh one last thing!" Chad said as he picked up the baskets. "Guys will go into the closet first so they cannot see who joins them. Nobody gets to be picky in seven minutes." He said.
Jake looked around the party, all he saw were frat guys and chicks that were way too hot to be playing a game like this. Yet as Chad brought the baskets around, everyone seemed to be taking a number without a problem.
Some of these people were dating, didn't it bother anyone that their boyfriend or girlfriend was going to be locked nearly naked in a closet with someone else? Jake felt his body heating up and his heart race from nervousness.
Chad was suddenly in front of him. "There you are man." He said cheerfully. "The last number's yours bro." He said holding the nearly empty blue basket towards him. The pink basket was already long empty.
Jake blinked and looked at the paper and then at Chad, "No wait, man. You can't be serious."
Chad nodded, "Yeah I'm serious dude. Look you did me a huge solid and I told you I would repay the favor right?" He took the number and forced it into Jake's hand. Then he tossed the basket aside and put his arm around Jake's shoulders, "Dude look around at these girls. You see this party full of hotties?"
Jake bit his lip and nodded.
Chad grinned, "Well you sir are gonna be locked up with one of these incredible girls wearing next to nothing. My gift to you. It's gonna be great."
Chad pushed away from Jake and moved back into the crowd, "Alright Fuckers!" He cried. "Guy number 1 let's go!"
Jake slowly looked at the paper in his hand, a poorly written eight was written on it and nothing more. He sighed and leaned against the nearest wall. Seven minutes of heaven was a stupid game, he told himself. But underwear only? That made a difference, he had never been so close to a girl that naked before. Girls usually terrified him, so he had never dated anyone before.
Jake watched people go in and out of the closet. Guys always went first, stripping down to boxers or briefs, and then followed by girls who stripped quickly before darting into the closet. Seven minutes would pass, Chad giving a warning when only one minute remained. Then they would come out together laughing. Some got dressed, others immediately grabbed their pile of clothing and ran upstairs to continue the heaven.
Finally Chad called out, "Okay Number 8 let's go!"
Jake slowly pushed away from the wall and walked to Chad. He was nervous, but he didn't want to seem like a total pussy for not going along. Everyone had looked like they had a good time at very least, so how badly could it be.
Chad nodded, "It's cool man, undress and we'll keep your shit right here."
Jake frowned but pulled off his shirt and pants quickly. Chad opened the closet for him and shoved him inside then shut the door.
"Alright where's number 8 of the ladies?" Chad asked, his voice muffled by the closed door.
There was a moment of silence before the woman came forward. Jake had no clue who any of these girls were, though most seemed to be from the girls sports teams or perhaps cheersquad members.
"Holy shit." Chad said from the other side of the door. "This lucky motherfucker." He said. "Alright babe, strip down and in you go."
Jake was quiet and nervous, rubbing his palms on his thighs to keep them from being sweaty. The closet door opened and a shadow pushed her way into the closet with him. Jake pressed himself against the wall as much as possible but she had no choice but to also be pressed against him as the closet door shut behind her.
Jake suddenly was covered by this warm soft body, full firm breasts mashed against his chest, perfume filled his nose with an erotic floral scent. Her hair felt long and smelt incredibly soft and clean. His heart beat so loudly in his chest he couldn't believe it.
She shifted against him and he took a breath. "Uh..hi." He said softly, wondering just who this girl was. What had made Chad react that way before she came into the closet with him?
Of course this was a different animal. This was college and people were somehow even hornier than ever before. Chad Sinco stood on a table with the twenty or so party goers standing around him. He held up a blue basked filled with pieces of paper as he explained, "Alright everyone listen up. Seven minutes in heaven has very simply rules okay. Everyone will take a number out of these colored baskets," he gestured to a pink basket at his foot. "Guys get a number from the blue basket and ladies get a number for the pink basket."
He jumped off the table and walked over to a closet that was under the stairs. He opened the door and showed everyone how tight the quarters were. "Two people with matching numbers will strip down to their underwear and then step into the closet. They will spend seven minutes pressed against each other, nearly naked, for seven minutes. What you guys do is up to you, if you need longer than seven minutes you may then go upstairs, do not keep going once you hear the warning. Understand? Alright. Easy day then."
Jake Peters raised his eyebrows at that last thing. He never expected a party to go like this, he was never invited to frat parties usually, most of the male only frats thought he was a big dorky. However Jake had helped Chad out passing a test last week and Chad insisted that Jake come to a party as repayment.
"Oh one last thing!" Chad said as he picked up the baskets. "Guys will go into the closet first so they cannot see who joins them. Nobody gets to be picky in seven minutes." He said.
Jake looked around the party, all he saw were frat guys and chicks that were way too hot to be playing a game like this. Yet as Chad brought the baskets around, everyone seemed to be taking a number without a problem.
Some of these people were dating, didn't it bother anyone that their boyfriend or girlfriend was going to be locked nearly naked in a closet with someone else? Jake felt his body heating up and his heart race from nervousness.
Chad was suddenly in front of him. "There you are man." He said cheerfully. "The last number's yours bro." He said holding the nearly empty blue basket towards him. The pink basket was already long empty.
Jake blinked and looked at the paper and then at Chad, "No wait, man. You can't be serious."
Chad nodded, "Yeah I'm serious dude. Look you did me a huge solid and I told you I would repay the favor right?" He took the number and forced it into Jake's hand. Then he tossed the basket aside and put his arm around Jake's shoulders, "Dude look around at these girls. You see this party full of hotties?"
Jake bit his lip and nodded.
Chad grinned, "Well you sir are gonna be locked up with one of these incredible girls wearing next to nothing. My gift to you. It's gonna be great."
Chad pushed away from Jake and moved back into the crowd, "Alright Fuckers!" He cried. "Guy number 1 let's go!"
Jake slowly looked at the paper in his hand, a poorly written eight was written on it and nothing more. He sighed and leaned against the nearest wall. Seven minutes of heaven was a stupid game, he told himself. But underwear only? That made a difference, he had never been so close to a girl that naked before. Girls usually terrified him, so he had never dated anyone before.
Jake watched people go in and out of the closet. Guys always went first, stripping down to boxers or briefs, and then followed by girls who stripped quickly before darting into the closet. Seven minutes would pass, Chad giving a warning when only one minute remained. Then they would come out together laughing. Some got dressed, others immediately grabbed their pile of clothing and ran upstairs to continue the heaven.
Finally Chad called out, "Okay Number 8 let's go!"
Jake slowly pushed away from the wall and walked to Chad. He was nervous, but he didn't want to seem like a total pussy for not going along. Everyone had looked like they had a good time at very least, so how badly could it be.
Chad nodded, "It's cool man, undress and we'll keep your shit right here."
Jake frowned but pulled off his shirt and pants quickly. Chad opened the closet for him and shoved him inside then shut the door.
"Alright where's number 8 of the ladies?" Chad asked, his voice muffled by the closed door.
There was a moment of silence before the woman came forward. Jake had no clue who any of these girls were, though most seemed to be from the girls sports teams or perhaps cheersquad members.
"Holy shit." Chad said from the other side of the door. "This lucky motherfucker." He said. "Alright babe, strip down and in you go."
Jake was quiet and nervous, rubbing his palms on his thighs to keep them from being sweaty. The closet door opened and a shadow pushed her way into the closet with him. Jake pressed himself against the wall as much as possible but she had no choice but to also be pressed against him as the closet door shut behind her.
Jake suddenly was covered by this warm soft body, full firm breasts mashed against his chest, perfume filled his nose with an erotic floral scent. Her hair felt long and smelt incredibly soft and clean. His heart beat so loudly in his chest he couldn't believe it.
She shifted against him and he took a breath. "Uh..hi." He said softly, wondering just who this girl was. What had made Chad react that way before she came into the closet with him?
