Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 8 (Sex fantasy)

About midweek, I received a call from TJ.

"I miss you babe," he told me once I picked up.

"You hit me, 'babe'," I retorted.

I almost hung up on him, but stayed on the line. After listening to him breath for a little, he finally started speaking.

"Sorry. I was an asshole. I wasn't trying to hit you. Let me make it up to you."

"I'm waiting," I told him, after leaving him hanging for a few seconds, dragging it out.

"Sure, dress up. I will take you out, on a proper date." He told me.

I was hesitant, but it had been a while since we actually went out on a date. Most of our "dates" were going to parties or having sex in his car for the last year.

"Fine. You can come pick me up at Ashley's."

I started getting ready, wearing a little black dress, black heels, and putting on black eyeliner and lipstick. I laughed at the expression on Ashley's face.

"Are you trying to make him feel that you are still mad at him, or trying to make him wonder if you have turned into a sexy goth girl and are horny for him?"

I looked in the mirror, realized it could go either way, and shrugged.

"We will see," was all I told her.

She waited for more, but when nothing more came, she finally nodded. "Well, I am glad you are talking to him again."

We talked a bit more. She seemed to really want me to get back together with TJ, while I was still torn. A couple morphine, some week, and I was ready.

He stopped outside, and rang the doorbell while waiting. When I opened the door, I was greeted with flowers.

I melted, but could not let him know he was off the hook, so just quirked my eyebrows and took them, nodding slightly and putting them in a vase full of water, leaving him waiting at the doorway.

When I came back, he offered me his arm. I took it, and he brought me to his car.

He opened the door, and closed it after I had gotten in. It had been a while since he had treated me like I was a princess, and I realized he was on his best behavior.

When he got in, he leaned over for a kiss. I thought about resisting, but accepted it. A little tongue, and I ended it, keeping myself a bit standoffish. "You look..." he hesitated, then blurted "So hot!"

I giggled, unable to contain it, then put back on my serious face.

"Okay, now where are you taking me?"

That focused him again, and he drove. We went to a restaurant, an expensive one, that forced me to use my fake ID as he ordered wine for us. Mixed with the other stuff, I felt a bit out of it. Well, more than a bit, as I started getting pretty silly.

Soon, we were making out, and ended up in the back of his car in the parking lot.

My panties slid off my legs as I laid in the back seat, and head shoved under my dress while his mouth went to work. It wasn't long before I had a fistful of his hair as I shoved his face against my wet pussy, wet with both myself and his tongue. His tongue worked my clit, and I saw a couple people walk by, staring right at us, him still outside, on his knees in the parking lot, me with my hand over my own mouth, trying to keep myself quiet. Them seeing us like that pushed me over the edge, and I found myself shoving him hard against me, my legs tightening around his head, as the climax gripped me.

Once I let go, and let him get a breath in, he quickly undid his pants and lowered himself on top of me. He did not waste time, and sadly, did not last long, but as he collapsed on top of me, penis growing limp inside me, cum warm in my pussy. I didn't mind, since he had gotten me of first, but soon shoved him up and of me.

"You are heavy," I murmured.

"So, there is another party, an old friend." He told me. "Want to go?"

I thought about the way I was dressed, more for a dressier night out than for a party.

He handed me a little baggie. "For you," he said.

My eyes bulged, and I kissed him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I told him.

I reached my finger nail in, scooping out some white power, and brought it to my nose, snorting.

I repeated, but offered him this one. Soon we were both feeling good, and my outfit no longer seemed to have mattered. In fact, I was pretty sure that all eyes would be on me. I didn't mind that at all.

We showed up at the party, a different crowd than I was used to. Soon I was dancing, but TJ sat on the couch, having beers with some of his friends, and ignoring me.

I ran over to him, grabbed his hand, and tried to drag him to the floor. "Not right now," he told me.

I wasn't sure what to say, so sat down with him. I overheard them talking about Sam, and after his friends left started talking to him.

"Look, I know Sam is an asshole sometimes, but he can be okay," I told him.

TJ looked at me in disgust. "Asshole? Do you even know what you are talking about? Why are you even friends with him?"

"What they hell TJ?" I asked him. "What did he ever do to you?"

He looked away in disgust, then it came out. "You remember that night at Jason's? The one where Janice got pregnant?"

I nodded. "Well, when I came in, here were you, high as shit, and Sam was fucking you."

I stared at him. "Sam was what?"

"You said you didn't remember, and I didn't want to hurt you, so I got him off you, and was with you instead, so you wouldn't know."

"You...what?" I said, my voice rising, becoming louder. "Sam took advantage of me, and you fucking made it up to me by...by...fucking me instead?"

I realized by the end I was shouting at him, and everyone had stopped. "I...you..." I didn't even know what to say. I leaned over the edge of the couch and threw up.

To know, that Sam, who I thought was my friend, was taking advantage of me like that. I felt more than a little sick.

TJ tried to help, and I roughly shoved him away.

"Get the fuck away from me," I told him.

"I was just trying to help. I didn't want you to be hurt." He just didn't get it. I shoved him away from me again and walked into the kitchen of the house we were at, then threw up again in the sink.

He came over, a worried look on his face. "Get away from me."

"Baby, don't be like that." He said, trying to sound like he was calming me.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! HOW COULD YOU LET HIM DO THAT!" I screamed at him. Everyone else disappeared from the kitchen very quickly.

I grabbed a beer and chugged it, trying to wash away the taste of vomit from my mouth. I walked away, grabbing another beer and pulling out the baggie of coke. For the next few minutes, he followed me around. I stuck the bag against my face, snorted, and flipped him off. Soon, he stopped following me, and went back to his friends, with many pointed looks at me.

"Fuck him," I mumbled to myself. I was through with TJ.

I grabbed someone at random, and dragged them onto the dance floor, purposely looking like I was enjoying myself. The guy I had grabbed looked very uncomfortable, but soon I didn't care, I was so high that the world faded to completely oblivion.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked my dance partner. He mumbled something, then fell silent. "Are you afraid of my boyfriend?" I asked. I didn't even bother waiting for him to answer. "Fuck him. We are through." The guy still didn't look very comfortable.

I thought about the rave, the girls dancing naked. "Fine, let me show you," I said, grabbing the bottom of my dress and pulling it over my head and off, leaving me in heels and a thong, since I didn't wear a bra under it.

Sadly, that didn't seem to comfort him, instead he completely panicked and left me standing there.

"Fuck you too," I shouted after him. I danced where I was, ignoring all the eyes on me. A few more beers, more coke, and I was all over the place. I was having a blast.

TJ grabbed my arm, with a whispered, "What the hell are you doing? You are embarrassing yourself."

I looked in his eyes, saw his red face, and laughed. "Then fucking leave. What kind of a boyfriend are you, to let someone else take advantage of me like that?"

"Put your clothes on," he said.

"Fuck you," I answered. I found someone else, and gave them a kiss. Not a little kiss, but shoved my tongue down his throat. I pressed myself against him, and refused to let him go.

When I looked at TJ, he was storming off.

"Fuck him," I said.

The guy against me started grabbing me, getting into it finally. I shoved him away, with a disgusted "Eww, get the fuck off me dude."

My point was made. With that, I went out back, feeling the cool night breeze against my hot skin, cooling it off. I drank the rest of my beer and laid down in the grass, sobbing silently to myself as I passed out.

I woke up the next morning, only remembering bits and pieces of the night. I went inside, found my dress, and put it on. I found my purse, and called Ashley.

I told her what I could remember, feeling like I would die of embarrassment. She tried to comfort me, but the rest of spring break was totally shot.

Sadly, things got even worse at school.

Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 7 (Sex fantasy)

We went to the rave, waiting until it the sun started going down. No way I wanted to get burnt even worse.

I popped an x shortly after we arrived, getting myself in the mood for it.

It didn't take long to merge with the crowd, dancing in time with the primal, electric beat as the DJs played.

Soon, we were rubbing against each other, the rest of the crowd. I could feel the heat rise in me as I danced, as the others around us gave off their own heat, letting them intermingle.

I felt a hand grab my ass. I turned around, and did not see who grabbed it. There were too many people. As I was looking around, I felt someone fondle my breast.

I spun around, and glared at the owner of the hand. He gave me back a smile, like nothing was wrong.

I melted a bit, no longer giving him the bitch look, but I made sure it was not too friendly, so he would know that groping my breasts and ass was not allowed.

I grabbed another pill and popped it in my mouth. As the rush started hitting me, my skin started feeling hot. I alternated between staring in Ashley's eyes, and staring in the gropers eyes.

Looking around, the dancers were out in force, many completely naked by this point. Sweat glistened off their bodies, both male and female, some a little overweight, some a bit slim, and some curvy and, while I would not admit it outloud, I had to admit that they were very attractive to watch. Not just pointy bits, but the way their bodies moved, so beautiful in the all natural. They didn't seem dirty, just...pure and clean. No clothes getting in the way of their limbs and torsos. It was hypnotic.

Entranced as I was, I didn't notice the groper was back to his attempts. Not until I felt my top spring loose, my breasts moving freer than they should have.

I looked down, and saw the zipper was completely undone, the top no longer covering me. I pushed him away, but decided to leave it be. Ashley saw, and threw me an "Oh my god girl!" look. I laughed, and she laughed. It made me feel better, that she didn't seem to have a problem with it.

I danced with my breasts lose. I could feel more eyes on me now, and instead of upsetting me, it felt...good.

As I danced, and as I got more and more crowded, I felt hands slip between my legs. At first I thought about stopping them, but let them unzip my G-string, pulling the little gun. As opened up, I felt cooler, and yet, wetter, excited.

Fingers tried to push into me, and that immediately stopped it. I spun around, screamed at the groper, and shoved him away from me. But, I left my G-string unzipped. It felt wonderful, and not as if anyone could see unless they ducked down to peek under my skirt, no matter how short it was.

I started to get used to it when Ashley whispered in my ear, "You go girl!" Well, more yelled, to be heard over everything, but she seemed to be fine with it, which helped me loosen up alot, and just ignore the stares.

As we danced, we shifted around, and eventually ended up near one of the elevated platforms where a male dancer was. A male dancer that was wearing a cock ring, and nothing else.

He reached down and grabbed my arm, with a shouted "Join me!" I shook my head no. "Sorry, I have a boyfriend," I yelled back at him.

"So?" He shouted back. "I didn't say fuck me. I said join me. Dance!" I looked at Ashley, and she was obviously enamored with the guy.

I looked back up, and he was very pretty, when I could make it past the erect penis, dancing up and down with him. "Go!" Ashley said, shoving me against the elevated platform.

With that, I decided I might as well. I got up, and completely forgot that from this angle, everyone had a perfect view of my unzipped G-string, and what was not hidden anymore. I heard cheers, and felt a rush as I danced with this beautiful guy in front of everyone. I lost myself to the rhythm, grinding against him, rubbing my sweaty skin against him, and being held in his arms. Lifted, spun, and dancing as the world spun about me. Eyes glued themselves to me, and that just made it more exciting.

That night, we made it back to the car, and passed out. I woke up, blushing a bit, remembering last night, and my 'parts' on display, but at the same time, it excited me.

That was the last time we went to the rave, but it was a hot topic for me and Ashley for the rest of the week