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1/8/2012 3:09 am

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embarassing moments

Embarrassing moments...

This is something that happened long ago. Summer between sophomore and junior year in high school. My best friend George and I had gone on vacation. Just the two of us. First time unescorted by parents! We had gone to one of those beautiful greek islands for a week. We were very excited. And we tried to be wise. We would have fun but we wouldn't get in trouble. We wanted to be able to do this again and again. And we would...

We rented a room at this tiny inn on the beach. A typical little white cube, one of the hundreds that were clustered together in this typical greek island style. We would literally walk out of the place and be at the beach. We bathed in the blazing sun, lay on the sand and swam in the most beautiful sea in the world. We had our laughs, our hits and misses with the girls that we met but overall our week went by rather quietly. At the end of the sixth day we still had a good load of cash on us. I looked at George. "We can't let that happen", I said, "we can't go back to Athens without enjoying the money we have on us". He agreed. But asked me how I suggested we spend it. I pointed to the two girls that were lying on the beach not too far from us.

George looked at me inquisitively. They were Italian. We had heard them speak to each other. They were also naked. Fully naked. They had two sleeping bags with them. And that's about all they had. They slept on the beach. Ate fruit. And were obviously enjoying a rather spartan vacation. But I was determined to at least approach them. Which I did. Accompanied by a somewhat nervous George. He was always the shy one. And I was always the one who had to break the ice. I wasn't really that smooth. But I gave it my best shot.

I walked up to them. Smiled. Somewhat uneasily. I don't know if you have ever tried to strike up a conversation with a member of the opposite sex who is completely naked. And you are not... and well, you are concerned whether some parts of you might be protruding from your swimsuit. But I remained cool. I introduced myself. "Hello, my name is Toothy and this is my friend George. This is our last day on the island. So we decided to get drunk. And I was wondering whether you would care to join us"... My heart skipped a beat while the two girls looked at each other for a second. "Sure", they answered almost in unison. They were called Sofia and Gina. They were indeed Italian. Supposedly only 19 years old, even though I suspected they might be older. And yes, they were staying at the beach, they wanted to stretch their holiday as much as possible, so they had opted to cut such luxuries as hotels. And they would meet us at the local tavern around 9 pm.

I walked away almost triumphantly. "See?", I told George, "that wasn't so hard, was it?"... I was jubilant. I had asked them to get drunk with us and they had accepted. That meant they trusted us, right? In my mind I was already daydreaming about the potential sexual bliss that would occur that night. We bought enough condoms to last us through a sex marathon...

Sure enough by 9pm we were both showered and squeaky clean and ready to meet our two new friends at the tavern. Which wasn't really a tavern. More like a house with an extended yard. With tables and chairs. And the mom-and-pop duo who owned it, cooked a little more than they needed to feed their family and sold whatever was in excess to the local tourists. But at least they had wine... And Sofia and Gina wanted to get drunk with us! Well, there they were, all smiley and apparently happy to meet us. I think they may have been more interested in the food than the wine... but as it turned out they were eager to drink sufficiently as well.

Time flew and we were having fun. Luckily they spoke English (which, trust me, among Italians is a rarity) so we communicated very well. We laughed and laughed. But mostly we drank. My God, did we drink. I had three bottles of red wine by myself. Yes. 3 bottles . No idea how much anyone else had, I stopped counting after finishing my first bottle. Well, a little before midnight, the tavern was closing. We got up. Well, I tried to get up. I managed, albeit with some difficulty. Oh my God. I was drunk. I could walk. Sort of. I could talk. Sort of. But I was completely drunk. As was George. He was kind of silent. I was more, umm... joyous.

We left the tavern. Sofia was the one that was in the best shape amongst us. By far. And apparently the voice of reason. She took me by the hand. And whispered to me, "Come on, let's go to your room". Ah... Music to my young ears! Then came the disaster. "Where are you staying?", her voice was perfectly normal. But it made me crash land into reality. I looked at the hundreds of little white cubes sprawled on the beach. I drew a blank. "I don't know", trying desperately not to sound as stupid as I was. Sofia was very understanding... but gave it one more try. "Come on, which one of these little houses is the one where you are staying?"... I looked again. And this time didn't care about the tone of my voice. "I honestly have no idea", I said... then broke out laughing at how ridiculous this situation was. This was my dream scenario. We meet these girls on the beach. They hang out with us. They actually propose that we go to our room. And I am too drunk to find my way there! Worse yet, George is of no help either. He is having a hard time standing up. And is at times dead silent, at times giggling... I sighed.

Sofia was an angel nonetheless. She caressed my hair. And adjusted to the new situation. "So, Toothy, what do you suggest we do now?"... I grinned. "Let's go skinny dipping!"... I said gleefully. Much to my surprise everyone agreed. The beach was completely deserted. Everyone was fast asleep. So we walked to the area where Sofia and Gina had their sleeping bags. And soon enough we were all naked and slowly walking into the sea. Oh, it was magical. It was dark. And the water was cool. Yet so inviting. And it felt so good on our bare skin. Just before taking the full dive I turned to Sofia and said, "If I start drowning, will you save me?"... She laughed. "Of course I will", she answered. She thought I was kidding. I wasn't. Well, I didn't drown. Instead we swam for a bit. Hugged. Maybe even kissed. And then went out... which was when reality hit me for the second time that night. I couldn't find my clothes!...

After a quick search, Sofia managed to retrieve my underwear. But not much else. And it was getting cold. Fast. I don't know if you have ever skinny dipped. And stayed naked after in the cool summer breeze. At night! It is c-o-l-d... I sank. Sat on the beach. Feeling like a complete idiot. Curled up in a ball. And by now shaking like a leaf...

Sofia was ever the impersonation of kindness. She took my face in her hands. Looked straight into my eyes as if to jolt my memory. "My darling boy", she said in her softest voice, "please tell me where your room is". I stared back at her. "I... I... I... c-c-c-can't... ree... ree... remmem... remember...", I muttered through rattling teeth, my eyes looking at her like a deer in the headlights. I was buck naked. Shivering. And totally helpless. She took me to her sleeping bag. Tried to keep me warm by rubbing my back. But as soon as she stopped I would start shivering again. She finally gave up and tried to get some sleep. But couldn't as I was shaking violently. So every 15 minutes she would turn to me... "Please let me take you to your room", she would almost beg me. But to no avail.

I finally did the first honorable thing of the evening. I moved a few feet away from her in order to at least allow her some sleep. I squatted on the sand. And just stayed there. Still shaking like a leaf. My teeth still rattling... louder than a rattle snake... I spent the rest of the night like this. George and Gina were luckier. They had their clothes. And they had passed out into a sweet oblivion.

I have never been happier to see the sun rise. For starters because the rays of the sun gave me some much needed warmth. Oh, it was beautiful alright. I looked to my right. Saw everyone happily asleep. Then looked to my left. And saw all of my clothing items. My shoes. My socks. My jeans. My shirt. My sweater. All forming a long line on the beach. At about a couple of yards one from the other. And then it hit me. Before entering the water, in all my drunkenness, I had pulled a little striptease act...

I retrieved my clothes in silence. And prayed that Sofia and Gina had at least enjoyed my striptease...

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Opus_of_a_liar 47F

1/8/2012 4:26 am

I lost my pants last night. No italians were involved. Only a Greek.

I did not mind either.

Oh, crazy toothy!

You were a wild thing in your youth!

sandpearls 55F

1454 posts
1/8/2012 1:09 pm

That is why flashlights were placed on mobiles (to look for misplaced clothes on chilly nights spread along the beaches of greek islands by drunk tourists )

Wonderful adventures those of teenagers and not only, on vacations and again, not only

sandpearls 55F

1454 posts
1/8/2012 1:13 pm

Opus_of_a_liar

Someone who remembers so vividly his youth cant possible have stopped being a wild thing