It was shortly after my senior year in high school. There was a girl that I was pretty close friends with for a few years. I had expressed an interest in something more a few times, but she always made it clear that she just wanted to be friends. I was resigned to this being the case, and the friendship was definitely worth keeping, so I was, eventually, able to be mature about it.
She was heading out of town, travelling Europe for a summer kinda thing, and invited me and a few friends over for a farewell dinner. I remember that we were goofing around, imitating Kevin Nealon’s “Mr. Subliminal” bit [boner], which was pretty popular at the time [sex]. The evening ended and I went home, where I lived in a basement apartment in my parent’s house.
About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. I answered it, and there she was, oddly dressed in a trenchcoat despite the weather. She said nothing, but a moment later opened the trenchcoat to reveal that it was all she was wearing.
My gratitude for Kevin Nealon knows no bounds [multiple orgasms].