So here's how my Friday night went...
I was trying to get some friends to come out with me to the bar close to my place (the one where an ex from 1 1/2 years ago is a regular at - don't worry, I'm way over her.) I had a child-free evening and wanted to get drunk without worrying about getting home. Most of my friends were busy, so I asked the girl with the jailed ex-bf to come with me. She didn't hesitate to say yes. I told her I could pick her up but wouldn't be able to drive her home. She was fine with that.
So we go out to the bar and drink ourselves stupid. She bought most of my drinks. I'm reminded of why I was eyeballing this chick for so long - she's got a pretty damn decent body on her and a gorgeous ass. Another couple that we both knew came in and we had fun chatting with them. Last time they saw me I was freshly broken-up with my most recent ex, and they commented on how much happier I looked.
So after we drank ourselves stupid, we stumbled on back to my place. We sat on my couch and started making out. This fvcking woman just starts pulling her clothes off so naturally you'd think she was opening a package that came in the mail. I tell her to relocate to my bedroom. She was 100% naked by the time we got in there. So we start getting into it, making out, eating her pvssy, etc. We're ready to fvck when she suddenly sits up...
"OH MY GOD! CALL 911!!!"
I'm like WTF is going on. "Are you okay?"
"No, my heart is beating irregularly, call 911!!!"
She walks into the kitchen naked and starts using my phone. Meanwhile, I'm in the bedroom wondering if I should take this 5hit seriously or wait for her to calm the fvck down.
"Call 911!! Call 911!!" she screams
So I call 911. When I see she's on the phone in the kitchen, I hang up on them. They fvcking call me back and I give them an idea of what's going on. Now she tells me she's having a panic attack. What the fvck did I walk into here???
The 911 person asks if we've been drinking and asks me some personal questions about her. I barely know this chick from a goddam hole in the wall, but she was conscious enough to help me answer the questions. She apparently has been getting panic attacks for the last 6 months since her mother got sick with cancer.
So, the ambulance didn't come, the police didn't come, and I didn't want all that 5hit at the house anyway. She started to calm down a bit and I tried empathizing with her to keep her coming down from her freak out, which seemed to help.
After that mess, we just went to sleep.
In the morning, I started kissing her back, her neck, and her lips. She reciprocated and I ended up fvcking the 5hit out of her for a good hour.
And there's your lay report