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Fifteen Stories: Memorable One-Night Stands
Nerve readers share stories of scandal and adventure.
By Nerve Readers
We met at a bar. He was very upfront about telling me that he had a boyfriend... until two drinks in, when he was asking me to leave first and meet him around the corner. He was Swedish, hung like a prince, and had a beautiful bed with giant city-view windows. Somehow, he knew to be just the right amount of dominant, knocking me back and holding my head without ever freaking me out or seeming mean. When I left, feeling like a joyful, wrung-out rag, he kissed my forehead and said, "That's the most fun I've ever had in two hours. I hope I never see you again." — Kevin
I met Pablo while on a Mediterranean cruise with my extended family. The tall, smug Uruguayan was the bartender in the Schooner Cocktail Lounge, which, not coincidentally, became my favorite bar on the ship. One night, my cousin and I took our grandfather to visit for post-bingo drinks. Laying on the charm, Pablo put his arm around Grandpa's shoulder and stage-whispered into his ear: "You have beautiful granddaughters. You better watch them."
"And you," he said, clutching my hand in both of his with mock gravitas, "you stay out of trouble." I nodded and discreetly stashed away the note, bearing simply a time and a room number in the crew's quarters, that Pablo had slipped into my hand. Duly impressed, I let Pablo show me his other tricks later that night. — Jess
I experienced only one free year between losing my virginity and meeting my long-term partner, during which time I only had one one-night stand (and I managed to sneak it in a mere week before meeting said partner, at that). He was a sexy Ukranian import with a wicked sense of humor and a great body. It was fun and casual and we never bothered one another again.
I'd established one rule for myself in that one-year period: never sleep with someone whose last name you don't know. I remembered this rule moments before the act, pushed against his chest, and yelled, "Stop! What's your last name?" I haven't forgotten it since. — Morgan
It was my first night living in a new city and I was at a party at a friend's place. One of his friends had been flirting with me all night, but it wasn't normal flirting — she wouldn't say a word to me. She'd only touch me and giggle as I walked by. Towards the end of the party, she took my hand and quietly led me to her room, which, oddly, didn't seem to have a door or a bed — just a bunch of clothes everywhere. Less than sixty seconds into making out, she started to go down on me. Which I accepted. I realized how creepy and weird the situation had been to that point, but it was head. What twenty-four-year-old dude turns down head?
She finished up, and put her head on my chest to rest. At that point, I was thinking this girl was a loony tune, but I didn't want to be an ass, so I began to reciprocate. But she grabbed my hand and stopped me, and said, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend and I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that." I looked at her totally dumbstruck. She must have misinterpreted my dropped jaw to mean that I was hurt, because she immediately came back with, "But it was really nice sucking your cock." These were the first words she'd said to me all night. — Steve
While at a bar one night, I ran into Abe. He was this hot guy from a class I was taking, but I had never talked to him because I was too shy. After quite a bit of vodka, I decided to dance with him. Instead of asking him to dance like a normal person, I slid my hands into the back pockets of his jeans and pulled him down off the stage. We danced together for the rest of the night. Turned out to be the best sex I ever had! — Melissa
I had a one-night stand with a Freemason. It seemed like one of those things a person should cross off her to-do list. He was sweet, if a little socially awkward. (Though, "socially awkward" in my book = "clean.") Anyway, it was terrible. He was a two-pump chump, and then just kept wanting to get me off, when I just wanted him to leave. Also, every time he touched me he would whisper, "Give me that come." That was the last thing I wanted to do. He was probably going to use it for some Freemason ritual or something. — Jessica
I met a girl at a house party. We went to her house, got naked, and had sex. After we finished, she proceeded to tell me that she had a boyfriend whom she'd dated for seven years. She also said that I should get dressed and get out cause he'd texted her and said he was on his way. I couldn't leave through the front door without risking bumping into him, so I had to leave through her window. She had a very large house, and she lived on the second floor. — Jay
My own one-night-stand stories are pretty boring, but when I studied abroad in London, my roommate had plenty of adventures. She'd bring a different man back to our flat every week. Almost all of them were bartenders, many of them Brazilian (which was strange, considering we were nowhere near Brazil — two of them were named Joao). Many of them she'd meet at gay bars — they'd be the one straight man there. I think my favorite of her hookups was Joao, the bartender. After their one-night stand, he began to act really strange and jealous. According to my roommate, this was because Joao could "astral-project," and he had astral-projected his soul into the room while she was with someone else — she could feel his aura — and got jealous. — Adina