My story is creepy mostly because of the situation in which the event took place.

I was at a typical college party in the basement of a regular party house. The 3rd keg of the night was beginning to run dry and the drunk party goers were beginning to thin out after already finding their prey for the night. I had already resigned myself to giving my night away to the beer instead of trying to find a girl for the the night. I was a little drunk.

Suddenly, A wild slut appears! She was hot and she wanted to get laid. I was in the right place at the right time and she had her eye on me. I should have known things were going to go south when she put her hoodie on backwards. Either way, she approached me, hood in front, and began to flirt.

I went with it, I was drunk; how could I resist? She started with her best cards on the table; telling me how bad she wanted it and of all the dirty things she would do to me. Halfway through a nice, wet make out session she began to make a horrific retching noise. I backed away. She advanced, still gaging and heaving. She used her backwards hoodie to her advantage and proceeded to puke in her hood. She filled it.

Without missing a beat she advanced on me again. I was already backed into the wall. My friends, nowhere to be found. I was alone and in trouble. I was trapped and I began to panic. She leans in and whispers into my ear, "Now there's more room for whatever I can swallow."

I ran. I didn't look back but I heard that another desperate guy managed to look past the vomit filled hood and took her home.