Sunlight stabbed my eyes through my eyelids.
I blinked myself awake, the sun a fiery ball in the sky, my eyes grainy. My mouth had a coppery, rancid taste in it, and my head pounded with every move.
My body hurt everywhere, from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. Even my hair seemed to hurt. I wasn't even sure how that was possible, so I just shook my head, trying to wisk away the strange though, and immediately regretted it as it left me groaning in pain.
I looked around and found myself on some wooden platform, covered over by a blue tarp or something. Boxes dotted it here and there, and I could vaguely make out some guy sleeping back in the back, near the tarp. I was close to the edge at the front.
I tried to remember how I got here. The last thing I remembered was doing some coke, something about dancing. The night was a fuzzy blur, and my mind could not grasp anything.
I stood up, stumbling around, looking for Ashley. My vision was a little blurry from my head pounding away, but I finally figured out that she might be at her car, so I started making my way towards the parking area. As I walked, I became self aware. My VIP dress was gone. I walked back over to the platform and looked around. I frowned.
"Not here," I mumbled to myself. My throat was sore, the sound coming out raspy.
I started back to the parking area, and looked down, wondering why my skin felt so stiff and tight.
My micro tube top rested around my middle, leaving me totally exposed on top. I fumbled with it, trying to pull it up, every movement hurting. I slipped an arm in, the top hanging askew, tried to pull it up to put the other arms in. My breasts weren't fitting in it. I frowned at it, wondering what was wrong with it. I got the other arm through, but it still didn't seem right.
"What happened to the cups?" I stopped mumbling, my throat protesting at the sound. Just a flat front, too tight to pull over my breasts. All it managed to do was push them up.
I continued trying to pull it over my breasts as I felt the skin, pinching, with each step I took. I looked at my legs, dark spots. Like when you get glue or something on yourself, and all the dirt starts to make it darken. Glue, on my legs?
My shorts were fine, but seemed stiff also. Even my hair was stiff.
As my mind cleared up, I realized what was wrong with my top. I had put it backwards.
Moving a little better now, I reversed it, glaring at a couple guys standing there staring at me. One looked away, the other gave me a look like "What is your problem."
About halfway to the parking lot, I finally got the top on right. I also started realizing I hurt, alot, between my legs.
"Oh, shit," I said to myself, then firmed my resolution to stop speaking to myself.
I must have had sex with someone. A sense of guilt flashed through me, and was quickly stifled. I touched my face to remind me of why I was not here with my boyfriend, and I briefly wondered if we were still together. We had never really broken up. Fuck him. If I had sex with someone else, it serves him right. My swelling had gone down, but my face still hurt a bit to the touch where he had hit me. I wish I remembered having sex, then I could tell him. Fucking asshole.
Yeah, I really hadn't forgiven him for that.
Skin pulling at me, sun half blinding me and ruthlessly assaulting me, and my head pounding. Not a good start to the day.
I finally made it to the parking lot. As I looked around, trying to find Ashley's car, I saw people slumped in their own. Half naked. Totally naked. One woman laying in the hot sun, not a bit of clothing on her as she lay in the back of a pickup. Three people, two guys and a girl, in various states of undress, sleeping in a station wagon. There were others up and moving around, some looking like they had just gotten up, like me, and others looking like they were heading towards the rave.
I shook my head, thinking how nuts they were to go dancing at this time. Night was okay, after the sun went down, but daytime, no way. My skin was already a little burned.
Finally I found her car, with her laying across the front seat, sleeping. She still had all of her clothes.
I opened the passenger door and shoved her over.
I fished out a couple morphine pills from my bag and swallowed them, grabbing her half used water bottle to help choke them down. That hurt more than talking.
Once the pills were down, I sat her up.
"Lets go back to your house." I croaked at her once she was finally awake.
She gasped once her eyes landed on me.
"Oh my god!" She replied. "You are such a mess."
Yeah, state the obvious idiot, I thought to myself. My mood was not the best.
As we drove, the morphine started to kick in. It was a two hour drive back to her house. On the freeway, I noticed people staring at me, wide eyed, in the passenger seat. I started thinking about those dancers on the stage, and how everyone kept watching them. No way was I going to wear an outfit that showed everything, like that woman in the mesh bikini, but I decided to go with something a little bolder.
Once we got to Ashley's house, I hurried out, running to the restroom to relieve myself. My shorts pulled at my skin as they came off, almost glued to me. I almost thought of throwing them again, but decided against it. I still liked them.
Looking in the mirror, I understood why she had gasped. My eyes had black bags under them, my hair looked like I had electrocuted myself or something. It stood stiff in some places, and it was in complete disarray. My face was dirty, covered in dark grime. My movements, although no longer hurting me, were still a bit stiff and jerky. I looked like some marionette, crafted as some dirty tribal woman from the middle of some primitive no where.
"My god, I am such a mess," I said to the mirror. Fortunately, it no longer hurt to speak.
I hopped in the shower, and stood there, letting the water run over me. At first, it was almost completely dark, but as I washed it cleared up.
I came out, and she went in. Sitting in front of the mirror, I blow dried my hair, brushed it, and looked at myself in the mirror. I nodded in satisfaction.
"Much better." As I sat there, getting myself ready, I tried to remember what happened last night. We arrived, and went in. The lights started as it got dark, and I was enjoying myself, xtc buzz making me feel great. I had found some people doing some coke, and they shared a little. After that, I couldn't remember much.
I puzzled over that part for a while, wondering if they had roofied me or something. But, I remember them doing the same cocaine, so I didn't think it was that. Then again, it wasn't the first time I did drugs and couldn't remember what happened.
I took off my towel and started hunting for clothes. While I was trying to find something to put on, Ashley came out.
"Wow, you got burned a bit," she said, noting my red skin.
I didn't really feel it though. "I guess. Got anything for it?"
She nodded and grabbed a cream from one of her drawers.
"Lay down." I went over to the bed and laid down. She rubbed the cream into me, and I closed my eyes, her rubbing hands feeling great on my skin, helping to relax me a bit. I soon drifted off to sleep.
I found myself dreaming of Ashley, of her hands all over me. Of her hands inside me. Of us melting together. Not only were we intimate in the dream, but close, closer. Somehow one. I could feel us together, and feel us a part of each other. We wrapped around, bodies stretching out, coiling together like snakes. Our skin, touching, felt even more intimate than sexual contact. Like every inch of my skin was an g-spot. We coiled tighter and tighter. We merged, and we were one.
I woke up, the bazaar dream snapping me out of my sleep. Ashley sat at the vanity, tweezing her brows. I realized I had wet myself. Not pee, not that kind of wet. I flushed bright red as I sat there and realized I was naked, on her bed, with my pussy absolutely dripping from a dream I had just had about her.
"Umm, did I...?" I couldn't bring myself to say the rest.
She looked at me, a slight smile on her lips, then started laughing and blushing.
"I want to know what you were dreaming about! I stopped rubbing you because you started moaning at me." That just caused me to blush even harder. "What were you dreaming about?"
"I don't remember," I lied to her.
"Anyways, you better go eat something. Then get ready. We are going back, aren't we?"
I threw on a tank top and a pair of shorts, and went to the kitchen. She finished up and came out to join me.
"I guess we are. But..." I paused. "Do you know what happened last night?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just, I am not sure what I did last night. I woke up hurting all over, and I can't remember most of the night."
She shook her head. "All I remember was dancing. Then, I turned around, and you were gone." She paused. "But, I remember you waking me up. You must have had a good time." She stopped and frowned. "Did you? Or..." She left the next thing unsaid.
"I don't think I was drugged or anything. Last thing I remember was dancing and doing some coke with someone."
She shook her head at that. She only really smoked pot and drank a little. She didn't like the other drugs. "Well, sorry, I don't know. I finally stopped trying to find you and just joined the dancing." She smiled, and I could tell she felt energetic. "It was so much fun. I have never been to a party like that."
She leaned in, whispering to me, "I even saw a group of people having sex. I don't mean just one or two people, I mean like twelve or thirteen, right out in the parking lot." Her eyebrows raised at this, showing how scandalous she thought it was. "Four girls and the rest guys. The girls were almost screaming. No," she shook her head again, "not that kind of screaming. I mean, like they were enjoying it."
I imagined what it must be like to be a girl with more than one guy like that. Or be with others. Or in public. A thrill ran through me. I had never been with more than one guy, but the thought definitely interested me. Hmm, maybe if someone else was willing to join me. I thought of my dream of Ashley, and thought of me and her, and a circle of guys. It secretly turned me on more than I was willing to admit.
I found myself blushing. "Eww, why would the girls do something like that?"
She moved in close, our noses almost touching. "Don't you wonder what it would feel like to be with two guys at one? In you ass and in your pussy?"
I could feel her breath, hot on my own lips. My mind kept thinking about the dream, me and her, wrapped together, skin like an erogenous spot.
"I have seen those porns, where the girl has a guy in her ass and her pussy at the same time. Where a girl is sucking some guy while another does her from behind. Doesn't that thought turn you on?"
She moved her face a little closer, and all I could see was her big brown eyes. I could feel myself getting wet again. "Or licking another girl, down there, while a guy licks you down there?" Her eyes, so soft, so lovely. Her lips moving, breath hot, my core hot.
I could imagine Ashley and me there, together, in the middle of a group of guys. Our lips together, while we each had a guy inside us. I could see Ashley's naked skin, hot and sweaty, as our tongues entwined. It was easy to imagine. After all, I had just seen her completely naked shortly before we fell asleep, her hands rubbing down my body.
I was entranced by her eyes locked on mine, so close. Her lips almost brushed mine as she continued. "Could you imagine other people watching you as you were with those guys? To be those porn stars? All those cameras pointed at you?"
Suddenly, she sat back and started laughing.
I blushed yet again, the trance broken, this time turning a deep scarlet.
"Sorry sweety, payback. After all, you started moaning at me as I was trying to put the cream on you." I quickly looked away, intensely focused on the sandwich I had forgotten as she started her...teasing... "I even began to wonder if you, well, you know..."
"Bitch," I mumbled, which just made her laugh harder.
"Seriously though," she said, "it is sort of exciting to think about that, when you see all those people at the rave having sex."
I swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, but think of someone we knew saw us. We would be the sluts..."
She stopped smiling and nodded. "Besides, you have TJ."
I sighed and she spoke up again. "Still not sure if you will get back together with him?"
I looked at her in shock. "The asshole punched me!"
She nodded agreement, but slowly, like she wasn't sure. "Yes, but he didn't mean to. He was trying to hit Sam, and you got in the way."
I nodded. It was my fault, but that still didn't make me feel better. "Not as if he hasn't hit me before, when he knew it was me..." I mumbled. Her eyes took on a look of concern and she gave me a big hug. "It will be okay."
I nodded again, and finished my sandwich.
We continued to talk and slowly get ready. It was still a long drive to the site, but we were both excited about going. I popped another pill and we lit up a few bowls while we got ready, giggling as we did makeup and hair and clothes.
Once I was finished her eyes locked on me.
"Wow," was all she said.
I instantly responded with a defensive, "Well, did you see those dancers, and the girls with pasties and see through outfits?"
She nodded, then responded with, "Oh, I am not judging. I think you look amazing, and so hot. I am jealous!"
That made me feel better. "You...don't think it is too much?"
She laughed. "You just said girls wearing see through clothes!"
I laughed and nodded.
"Careful though, that someone doesn't try to take advantage of you."
"Grr, I won't let them."
She grred along with me then quipped, "I will protect you!"
Then she stopped, game me a shy smile with fluttering eyelids, and asked in a sickly sweet voice, "Can I take advantage of you?" I felt uncomfortable for a short time, then we both burst out laughing, hugging each other.
We tested each others outfits. She wore a romper, while I wore something a little different. A crop top with a zip up front and camo ruffled mini skirt. Vinyl g-string with a garter belt, and lolita goth boots.
I pulled down her tube top trying to test it. "Umm, you better be careful of that...I woke up with my top, well..."
She looked at me, intrigued, and I told her about how I woke up and fumed about my lost VIP dress.
"I...wow...are you sure you want to go back?" She looked upset, and I could tell that she had the same thought, that maybe I had been drugged.
"I already told you, I don't think it was that. It's fine. And I had fun." I smiled, and she smiled back.
"Anyways, be careful of that top, or change it," I told her, pulling it down again, exposing her breasts. I togged on the romper, and it seemed to stay in place with no problem.
She started checking mine. "Why all the zippers?" she asked.
"I just liked the way it looks." She tugged on my top, and it stayed in place. She lifted my ruffled camo mini skirt. "Wow, are you sure you want to wear a thong under that? I can see your ass."
"Oh, shhh you," I replied. "I have worn bikini bottoms, without a skirt, that weren't much different."
She pulled up the front and fingered the gun charms. I thought about taking those off, I didn't like them, but I didn't want to ruin the panties. "Zipper here too?"
"You don't like?"
She gave me an evil grin and started to undo the zipper. "I guess you won't even need to take them off if you...end up in the parking lot," she teased. My breath caught. I found myself wanting her to finish unzipping them. She zipped them back up, and checked out my boots. "I love them. I love your whole outfit. Maybe I should go get it. We could go as twins!"
"You look fine sweety. Just watch that top." We smoked another bowl of pot, then finally hit the road, happy and ready to party.
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