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.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2016
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
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
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 6 (Sex fantasy)
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 5 (Sex fantasy)
Me and Ashley got ready. When I finished, Ashley could not stop staring.
"Damn!" was all she could say. She looked a bit jealous at me in my outfit. Or maybe it was lustful. She wasn't into women that I knew of, but I admitted as I looked at myself in the mirror yet again, I looked hot.
I had been to a few boring college parties. Lets face it, Hollywood hypes the things up too much. But, I had never been to anything like a rave, but I had heard enough about them, and this outfit matched what I had seen on the internet.
When we arrived, I started feeling out of place. Most of the girls wore regular jeans or shorts and tops. Some in bikini tops. The music beat out its electronic, techno rhythm. At first I started to laugh, as I thought of the nerds with their techno music. But as we left the fringes, we saw people dancing, almost in a trance.
"I guess we know why they call it 'trance'," I said to Ashley.
People seemed to be in their own little world, some dancing slow, moving around in fluid motions, while others jumped and waved and ran around.
I watched one girl. Her eyes were closed, and she danced in her own little area, clear of others. Her arms undulated like a snake, weaving out to the sides, then in towards her body. Her torso snaked itself back and forth. Even her clothes made me feel like I was watching a person who was a snake, pattered like scales, green glinting as the sun hit it, sparkling. Tight shorts and a bikini top. Her movements were slow, not matching the rhythm, but still fitting it, and restrained. She was hypnotizing.
I looked away, realizing I was staring. I did not want to look like an idiot. Regaining my composure, I followed Ashley deeper into the rave.
I got more than a few looks, but not exactly what I expected. I felt disappointment welling up within me.
As we broke into the main area, I started to see why. On stages here and there, women danced in super short skirts, in bikinis. I saw a couple dancing, wearing only pasties across their nipples. Ashley gasped, and I looked where she was looking. One woman was dancing in a mesh bikini, and nothing else.
"Oh wow..." was all that Ashley could say. I had to agree. No way I would go out in something like that. "Is that even...legal?"
I just shook my head. It sort of drove home though how different this place was to the normal parties I had been to. I thought it would just be a large party with some drug use. It seemed like a whole other world.
It also made me more excited.
I found some xtc, and after arguing the price and realizing he wouldn't sell for less, agreed to buy one dose. For thirty dollars, I expected something better than what I got from Sam. Sadly, it was actually lower quality. I grumbled under my breath, wishing Sam was here.
As the sun set, the rave started...glowing. Laser shows were put on, and people started to light up. Glow in the dark bracelets, glowsticks, even glow in the dark clothes.
I laughed when I saw one guy walking around with, well, it looked like Christmas lights, wrapped around him.
With the xtc kicking in, it was amazing. Not as if I wasn't already feeling buzzed before, since me and Ashley had gotten stoned before coming and I had popped a couple morphine pills, but this just pushed it further, in exciting directions.
There was already a light show, but it seemed like the whole world turned into dancing, twisting, undulating lights. The lights blurred and mingled, leapt about and floating on the air. Soon, I was no longer even dancing with Ashley, but was floating among the lights. Rubbing up against them, feeling their warmth, feeling the light infuse my body, infuse my soul.
I eventually floated out of the main dance area, and off to the side noticed three guys standing around, near an empty, plain wooden stage. Nothing was going on on it, just random boxes and other things stacked on top. I went over to look at what they were doing, and notice they passed around this little glass tube. It was a cylinder, rounded at the top. It looked like a bullet, with a little handle like thing sticking out the side. Or a tap? I couldn't figure out what the little thing was that protruded from it.
Inside was white powder, and they took a tiny spoon and scooped out the powder from a small vial, putting it into the bullet looking thing. Finally I remembered what this was. A cocaine bullet. It was used so you could use the cocaine without all the hassle of finding a surface, running the lines. A way to use it discreetly.
I watched each, and felt my mouth water. That sounded great. I almost squealed with delight when I saw them fill it up again and hold it out. I looked around, and noticed I was the only one watching them.
"Yes, you. Want some?" The one holding the bullet asked.
I could feel my pulse pound as I walked towards it. I hesitated, and looked around.
"Won't we get in trouble?" They looked at each other, looked at me like I was a complete idiot, then answered.
"No..." one of the other guys said. "The cops don't come out here. And...this is a rave. It is pretty normal..." More staring at me like I was a total idiot.
I felt myself turn a bright red, and quickly grabbed it from him. I stuck the end into my nose and tried to snort. Nothing happened.
"You know what you're doing?" The guy asked who handed it to me.
I blushed even redder then tried again.
"Here, let me show you."
He took the annoying thing back, and covered the top with his finger. He then spun it upside down, turning the little handle thing, and tapped it lightly before turning it back over while turning the handle again.
He handed it back. "Try now."
I stuck it in my nose again, and snorted. I could feel the bite of the powder flooding into my nostril.
"Don't forget the other side." It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. I had always only snorted coke on one side.
I fumbled around with it and finally got the stupid thing to work. I snorted and felt the other nostril fill with coke.
My head quickly started pounding and pulsing with the music around me. Not a bad pounding, but more like my brain was pulsing to the rhythm of the music washing over me.
I started dancing, right there, trying to make myself super sexy. It was my way of thanking them for sharing the coke with me. I went to them, one by one, pressing my body against theirs, wrapping my arms around them and held them close as I rubbed against them. By the time I was ready to dance with the third guy, I was feeling hot. It was the desert, and although the sun went down, body against body made sweat start beading my skin.
I pulled off the overdress, and danced in just my micro tube top and shorts. I kept noticing them occasionally glance towards the other women, in almost nothing. As if I wasn't sexy enough, they kept staring at women who were pretty much showing everything. I felt jealousy spike up hot inside me, and pushed myself to dance with them more provocatively, touching them, pressing my mouth against their ear. That got their attention, and soon they were focused back on me.
I noticed my top had been pushed down, showing my nipples, but didn't honestly care by this point. Looking over, I saw a guy and a girl having sex, right here in the open. It should have disgusted me, but it just turned me on.
They broke out the bullet again for another round of coke, and I joined in. We danced more, and I had to pull my arms out of the micro tube top. It had slid around my stomach, my breasts no longer even a little covered, and left me dancing topless. I laughed and danced anyways, ignoring it.
Suddenly, one of the guys fingers were pushing down the top front of my shorts. I felt myself panting as I let him feel around inside. On seeing this, the other two decided to make their own move, grabbing my breasts. I found myself between three guys forming a triangular wall around me. One was fondling my breast, and finally put my nipple in his hot mouth. I cried out slightly at the sudden, electric touch, sending waves of pure lust coursing through me.
The other shoved his hands down the back of my shorts, while the other started rubbing my clit.
Between the two shoving their hands down my shorts, my shorts didn't stand a chance, and soon was falling around my knees. I lifted my legs and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them, as the two guys focused on my ass and pussy.
I brought my hands to the front of the two guys to either side's pants, and returned the favor, shoving my hand down the top of their pants, working past their underwear, until I finally was able to wrap my fingers around their hard cocks.
I spread my legs, giving them access to me, and while one just grabbed and pulled my ass, and the other squeezed my breast and twisted the nipple, the third, the one in front of me, pushed his fingers inside my pussy.
My knees gave way as I climaxed, already close prior to him inserting into me.
They lifted me up tried to bring me over to the wooden stage. I wiggled out of their grasp and walked over on my own.
I put my hands on the stage, my body at an angle, and danced for them again. I thrust my hips down, dropping almost to the ground, then slowly stood back up while swaying my hips back and forth.
Then, overcome with...something, I started twerking for them. I wasn't good at it, I hated twerking, and had always refused to do it. It always seemed low class, cheap, whorish, and...well, you get the point. But I did it.
They joined in. They bumped their groin against my ass and shoved hard, shoving me forward. Almost like rough sex without penetration. Ram into the back of me, then back off for the next. Soon, they were rotating, taking turns, and I found my hips stopping, just feeling them run into my ass. I bent my arms down, and eventually settled my face against the hard wood. As they ran into me, they also rubbed against my outer labia. The stimulation was incredible. I just sat there, trying not to move, so that when they shoved their pelvis against me, I could feel their bulge in their pants press against my excited lips. I pushed away from the edge against them, and as I cleared the edge of the empty stage, I bent down even farther. Fortunately, I am pretty flexible, so it was easy to do.
Now, when they rammed into me, they did so softer, after I almost fell over a couple times. My head was almost between my legs, forehead almost resting in the sand, legs spread two times my shoulder width, arms pressed in front of me. Basically, I was in a downward facing dog position.
They stopped, and I swung my neck forward so I could see why they stopped. I saw one coming up against me, but slowly.
I felt his penis penetrate my pussy in a rush. Fortunately, I was very wet by this point. I cried out as I felt him enter me. It felt strange. It felt wonderful. I wondered briefly if it hurt him, angled like this, his cock curved up, while my vagina cavity was angled down. High as we were by this point, I doubt either of us would have felt pain even if it did hurt. I didn't wonder about it much though, my mind not caring, and not thinking. Fleeting thought anyways.
He didn't slow down much, compared to their bumping, grabbing my hips to either side, using his arms to pull me against him hard. When he slipped out, once, twice, his cock slid up along my perineum, across my asshole, before he realigned himself and pushed back in. I rocked back and forth on my hands and feet, adding to our momentum.
He came inside me soon, not even five minutes after entering me. Normally my boyfriend would stop then, but we were moving so hard against each other that we didn't even stop for a second. The thought of my boyfriend was gone in a flash itself, not even giving me time to understand it. At this moment, I was not even sure what a boyfriend was. All I knew was my pussy felt hot, felt good. He kept on, cumming again, again. Three times in less than 15 minutes. My own body was lost in bliss, coke fueled climaxes tightening me up, leaving me helpless as he pulled me against him again and again.
After his third orgasm left him pulling me tight against his pelvis, his friends shoved him off.
"Our turn fucker."
The second one took me the same way, cumming twice more as he pounded against me. Climax after climax wracked me, my head spinning.
Finally, I collapsed after the second guy came inside me for the second time, my arms no longer able to hold me up, my legs folding on themselves.
The third guy, wanting his turn, lifted my up with a hand around my waist, shoving me against the stage floor, my legs on the ground as I lay against the cool wood.
My mind tried to say enough, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be letting these guys use me, but the cocaine cloud prevented the though from getting through, leaving my pussy waiting, quivering, for him.
He mounted me like a dog, his legs pressed against mine, his chest resting against my back, shoving me against the wood, his arms above my head. He thrust hard, shoving my thighs against the wood. He pulled out and shoved again, hard, knocking the breath from me. Soon, he was pounding me like an animal gone wild. The other two had another sniff of the bullet, and one held it to my nose, telling me to sniff. I sniffed it, the burning offsetting the pounding, my nose on fire, my thighs on fire, my pussy on fire. Everything was burning up, and it felt wonderful. I let my raw lust take over as the third guy continue.
Three orgasms later from the guy on my back, and by now I couldn't even tell if I was climaxing anymore, they kept going, and he was pulling out. The first guy stepped back up and took his place. They took turns, over and over, and I lost count of how many times they came inside me total. Three the first, two the second, three the third. Then again, two, four, one. Two, one, two. Two, four, one.
Cum covered my legs, dripping from me, being pushed out by the next one. Line of coke after line of coke. Another, another, another. Finally, we all collapsed exhausted after five hours of animal, coke infused sex.
"Damn!" was all she could say. She looked a bit jealous at me in my outfit. Or maybe it was lustful. She wasn't into women that I knew of, but I admitted as I looked at myself in the mirror yet again, I looked hot.
I had been to a few boring college parties. Lets face it, Hollywood hypes the things up too much. But, I had never been to anything like a rave, but I had heard enough about them, and this outfit matched what I had seen on the internet.
When we arrived, I started feeling out of place. Most of the girls wore regular jeans or shorts and tops. Some in bikini tops. The music beat out its electronic, techno rhythm. At first I started to laugh, as I thought of the nerds with their techno music. But as we left the fringes, we saw people dancing, almost in a trance.
"I guess we know why they call it 'trance'," I said to Ashley.
People seemed to be in their own little world, some dancing slow, moving around in fluid motions, while others jumped and waved and ran around.
I watched one girl. Her eyes were closed, and she danced in her own little area, clear of others. Her arms undulated like a snake, weaving out to the sides, then in towards her body. Her torso snaked itself back and forth. Even her clothes made me feel like I was watching a person who was a snake, pattered like scales, green glinting as the sun hit it, sparkling. Tight shorts and a bikini top. Her movements were slow, not matching the rhythm, but still fitting it, and restrained. She was hypnotizing.
I looked away, realizing I was staring. I did not want to look like an idiot. Regaining my composure, I followed Ashley deeper into the rave.
I got more than a few looks, but not exactly what I expected. I felt disappointment welling up within me.
As we broke into the main area, I started to see why. On stages here and there, women danced in super short skirts, in bikinis. I saw a couple dancing, wearing only pasties across their nipples. Ashley gasped, and I looked where she was looking. One woman was dancing in a mesh bikini, and nothing else.
"Oh wow..." was all that Ashley could say. I had to agree. No way I would go out in something like that. "Is that even...legal?"
I just shook my head. It sort of drove home though how different this place was to the normal parties I had been to. I thought it would just be a large party with some drug use. It seemed like a whole other world.
It also made me more excited.
I found some xtc, and after arguing the price and realizing he wouldn't sell for less, agreed to buy one dose. For thirty dollars, I expected something better than what I got from Sam. Sadly, it was actually lower quality. I grumbled under my breath, wishing Sam was here.
As the sun set, the rave started...glowing. Laser shows were put on, and people started to light up. Glow in the dark bracelets, glowsticks, even glow in the dark clothes.
I laughed when I saw one guy walking around with, well, it looked like Christmas lights, wrapped around him.
With the xtc kicking in, it was amazing. Not as if I wasn't already feeling buzzed before, since me and Ashley had gotten stoned before coming and I had popped a couple morphine pills, but this just pushed it further, in exciting directions.
There was already a light show, but it seemed like the whole world turned into dancing, twisting, undulating lights. The lights blurred and mingled, leapt about and floating on the air. Soon, I was no longer even dancing with Ashley, but was floating among the lights. Rubbing up against them, feeling their warmth, feeling the light infuse my body, infuse my soul.
I eventually floated out of the main dance area, and off to the side noticed three guys standing around, near an empty, plain wooden stage. Nothing was going on on it, just random boxes and other things stacked on top. I went over to look at what they were doing, and notice they passed around this little glass tube. It was a cylinder, rounded at the top. It looked like a bullet, with a little handle like thing sticking out the side. Or a tap? I couldn't figure out what the little thing was that protruded from it.
Inside was white powder, and they took a tiny spoon and scooped out the powder from a small vial, putting it into the bullet looking thing. Finally I remembered what this was. A cocaine bullet. It was used so you could use the cocaine without all the hassle of finding a surface, running the lines. A way to use it discreetly.
I watched each, and felt my mouth water. That sounded great. I almost squealed with delight when I saw them fill it up again and hold it out. I looked around, and noticed I was the only one watching them.
"Yes, you. Want some?" The one holding the bullet asked.
I could feel my pulse pound as I walked towards it. I hesitated, and looked around.
"Won't we get in trouble?" They looked at each other, looked at me like I was a complete idiot, then answered.
"No..." one of the other guys said. "The cops don't come out here. And...this is a rave. It is pretty normal..." More staring at me like I was a total idiot.
I felt myself turn a bright red, and quickly grabbed it from him. I stuck the end into my nose and tried to snort. Nothing happened.
"You know what you're doing?" The guy asked who handed it to me.
I blushed even redder then tried again.
"Here, let me show you."
He took the annoying thing back, and covered the top with his finger. He then spun it upside down, turning the little handle thing, and tapped it lightly before turning it back over while turning the handle again.
He handed it back. "Try now."
I stuck it in my nose again, and snorted. I could feel the bite of the powder flooding into my nostril.
"Don't forget the other side." It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. I had always only snorted coke on one side.
I fumbled around with it and finally got the stupid thing to work. I snorted and felt the other nostril fill with coke.
My head quickly started pounding and pulsing with the music around me. Not a bad pounding, but more like my brain was pulsing to the rhythm of the music washing over me.
I started dancing, right there, trying to make myself super sexy. It was my way of thanking them for sharing the coke with me. I went to them, one by one, pressing my body against theirs, wrapping my arms around them and held them close as I rubbed against them. By the time I was ready to dance with the third guy, I was feeling hot. It was the desert, and although the sun went down, body against body made sweat start beading my skin.
I pulled off the overdress, and danced in just my micro tube top and shorts. I kept noticing them occasionally glance towards the other women, in almost nothing. As if I wasn't sexy enough, they kept staring at women who were pretty much showing everything. I felt jealousy spike up hot inside me, and pushed myself to dance with them more provocatively, touching them, pressing my mouth against their ear. That got their attention, and soon they were focused back on me.
I noticed my top had been pushed down, showing my nipples, but didn't honestly care by this point. Looking over, I saw a guy and a girl having sex, right here in the open. It should have disgusted me, but it just turned me on.
They broke out the bullet again for another round of coke, and I joined in. We danced more, and I had to pull my arms out of the micro tube top. It had slid around my stomach, my breasts no longer even a little covered, and left me dancing topless. I laughed and danced anyways, ignoring it.
Suddenly, one of the guys fingers were pushing down the top front of my shorts. I felt myself panting as I let him feel around inside. On seeing this, the other two decided to make their own move, grabbing my breasts. I found myself between three guys forming a triangular wall around me. One was fondling my breast, and finally put my nipple in his hot mouth. I cried out slightly at the sudden, electric touch, sending waves of pure lust coursing through me.
The other shoved his hands down the back of my shorts, while the other started rubbing my clit.
Between the two shoving their hands down my shorts, my shorts didn't stand a chance, and soon was falling around my knees. I lifted my legs and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them, as the two guys focused on my ass and pussy.
I brought my hands to the front of the two guys to either side's pants, and returned the favor, shoving my hand down the top of their pants, working past their underwear, until I finally was able to wrap my fingers around their hard cocks.
I spread my legs, giving them access to me, and while one just grabbed and pulled my ass, and the other squeezed my breast and twisted the nipple, the third, the one in front of me, pushed his fingers inside my pussy.
My knees gave way as I climaxed, already close prior to him inserting into me.
They lifted me up tried to bring me over to the wooden stage. I wiggled out of their grasp and walked over on my own.
I put my hands on the stage, my body at an angle, and danced for them again. I thrust my hips down, dropping almost to the ground, then slowly stood back up while swaying my hips back and forth.
Then, overcome with...something, I started twerking for them. I wasn't good at it, I hated twerking, and had always refused to do it. It always seemed low class, cheap, whorish, and...well, you get the point. But I did it.
They joined in. They bumped their groin against my ass and shoved hard, shoving me forward. Almost like rough sex without penetration. Ram into the back of me, then back off for the next. Soon, they were rotating, taking turns, and I found my hips stopping, just feeling them run into my ass. I bent my arms down, and eventually settled my face against the hard wood. As they ran into me, they also rubbed against my outer labia. The stimulation was incredible. I just sat there, trying not to move, so that when they shoved their pelvis against me, I could feel their bulge in their pants press against my excited lips. I pushed away from the edge against them, and as I cleared the edge of the empty stage, I bent down even farther. Fortunately, I am pretty flexible, so it was easy to do.
Now, when they rammed into me, they did so softer, after I almost fell over a couple times. My head was almost between my legs, forehead almost resting in the sand, legs spread two times my shoulder width, arms pressed in front of me. Basically, I was in a downward facing dog position.
They stopped, and I swung my neck forward so I could see why they stopped. I saw one coming up against me, but slowly.
I felt his penis penetrate my pussy in a rush. Fortunately, I was very wet by this point. I cried out as I felt him enter me. It felt strange. It felt wonderful. I wondered briefly if it hurt him, angled like this, his cock curved up, while my vagina cavity was angled down. High as we were by this point, I doubt either of us would have felt pain even if it did hurt. I didn't wonder about it much though, my mind not caring, and not thinking. Fleeting thought anyways.
He didn't slow down much, compared to their bumping, grabbing my hips to either side, using his arms to pull me against him hard. When he slipped out, once, twice, his cock slid up along my perineum, across my asshole, before he realigned himself and pushed back in. I rocked back and forth on my hands and feet, adding to our momentum.
He came inside me soon, not even five minutes after entering me. Normally my boyfriend would stop then, but we were moving so hard against each other that we didn't even stop for a second. The thought of my boyfriend was gone in a flash itself, not even giving me time to understand it. At this moment, I was not even sure what a boyfriend was. All I knew was my pussy felt hot, felt good. He kept on, cumming again, again. Three times in less than 15 minutes. My own body was lost in bliss, coke fueled climaxes tightening me up, leaving me helpless as he pulled me against him again and again.
After his third orgasm left him pulling me tight against his pelvis, his friends shoved him off.
"Our turn fucker."
The second one took me the same way, cumming twice more as he pounded against me. Climax after climax wracked me, my head spinning.
Finally, I collapsed after the second guy came inside me for the second time, my arms no longer able to hold me up, my legs folding on themselves.
The third guy, wanting his turn, lifted my up with a hand around my waist, shoving me against the stage floor, my legs on the ground as I lay against the cool wood.
My mind tried to say enough, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be letting these guys use me, but the cocaine cloud prevented the though from getting through, leaving my pussy waiting, quivering, for him.
He mounted me like a dog, his legs pressed against mine, his chest resting against my back, shoving me against the wood, his arms above my head. He thrust hard, shoving my thighs against the wood. He pulled out and shoved again, hard, knocking the breath from me. Soon, he was pounding me like an animal gone wild. The other two had another sniff of the bullet, and one held it to my nose, telling me to sniff. I sniffed it, the burning offsetting the pounding, my nose on fire, my thighs on fire, my pussy on fire. Everything was burning up, and it felt wonderful. I let my raw lust take over as the third guy continue.
Three orgasms later from the guy on my back, and by now I couldn't even tell if I was climaxing anymore, they kept going, and he was pulling out. The first guy stepped back up and took his place. They took turns, over and over, and I lost count of how many times they came inside me total. Three the first, two the second, three the third. Then again, two, four, one. Two, one, two. Two, four, one.
Cum covered my legs, dripping from me, being pushed out by the next one. Line of coke after line of coke. Another, another, another. Finally, we all collapsed exhausted after five hours of animal, coke infused sex.
Monday, December 14, 2015
Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 4 (Sex fantasy)
The next day, I was still hurt. Mentally, and physically.
My face had swollen where TJ hit me, and was tender to the touch. It took alot of makeup to cover the bruise. My eye was puffy and my cheek was bruised from the punch. Each time I saw it I got angrier and angrier. At this point, I was not sure if I even wanted to see TJ again.
I went to Sam's house, knocking on his door.
He answered bleary, red-eyed.
"What?" He asked, grumping at me for waking him.
"I want some more morphine." I told him.
He sighed and opened the door, letting me in.
While the makeup hid the black eye and bruising, it was still a bit puffy and did not look completely right. He seemed to have noticed it.
"Hurts? Sorry, you should have stayed out of it." He looked at the ground, and softly mumbled, "thanks for stopping him though."
He disappeared into the back of his house and came out with a pill bottle.
"Ten dollars a pill. How many do you want?"
I thought about it. "Twenty," I told him.
I took out two hundred dollars and handed it to him. I sighed, looking at my remaining seven hundred. Two days, not even two, and already three hundred gone. My parents had given me a thousand for the break, and we hadn't even went shopping yet.
I popped a pill, driving back to Ashley's and felt the pleasant tingles as my face went numb. My body did too, but finally I could smile without my face hurting.
I ran up to Ashley's room. "Get dressed. It is time to go shopping before I run out of money."
At the words shopping, her eyes lit up and she flew into action. She was ready in less than an hour and we were on our way to the mall.
Tonight we were supposed to go to a rave, so we went to the Yandy warehouse. It sucked to go there, it was a freaking warehouse sales outlet, but I loved Yandy rave outfits.
We ended up getting carried away, and I ended up spending another three hundred.
Still, I loved my new clothes. Some new bras and panties, a criss-cross body suit, a lace overlay mini dress, an entire black furry animal rave set, a neon party dress, a VIP mini dress to wear over the top of my micro tube top and shorts. I felt ready for any rave party.
That evening, I went with the VIP mini dress and micro tube outfit.
(See pics of the outfits I would soooo love to buy with the show/hide outfits button below. These are the ones I have specifically listed, so you can understand some of my favs from that site).
My face had swollen where TJ hit me, and was tender to the touch. It took alot of makeup to cover the bruise. My eye was puffy and my cheek was bruised from the punch. Each time I saw it I got angrier and angrier. At this point, I was not sure if I even wanted to see TJ again.
I went to Sam's house, knocking on his door.
He answered bleary, red-eyed.
"What?" He asked, grumping at me for waking him.
"I want some more morphine." I told him.
He sighed and opened the door, letting me in.
While the makeup hid the black eye and bruising, it was still a bit puffy and did not look completely right. He seemed to have noticed it.
"Hurts? Sorry, you should have stayed out of it." He looked at the ground, and softly mumbled, "thanks for stopping him though."
He disappeared into the back of his house and came out with a pill bottle.
"Ten dollars a pill. How many do you want?"
I thought about it. "Twenty," I told him.
I took out two hundred dollars and handed it to him. I sighed, looking at my remaining seven hundred. Two days, not even two, and already three hundred gone. My parents had given me a thousand for the break, and we hadn't even went shopping yet.
I popped a pill, driving back to Ashley's and felt the pleasant tingles as my face went numb. My body did too, but finally I could smile without my face hurting.
I ran up to Ashley's room. "Get dressed. It is time to go shopping before I run out of money."
At the words shopping, her eyes lit up and she flew into action. She was ready in less than an hour and we were on our way to the mall.
Tonight we were supposed to go to a rave, so we went to the Yandy warehouse. It sucked to go there, it was a freaking warehouse sales outlet, but I loved Yandy rave outfits.
We ended up getting carried away, and I ended up spending another three hundred.
Still, I loved my new clothes. Some new bras and panties, a criss-cross body suit, a lace overlay mini dress, an entire black furry animal rave set, a neon party dress, a VIP mini dress to wear over the top of my micro tube top and shorts. I felt ready for any rave party.
That evening, I went with the VIP mini dress and micro tube outfit.
(See pics of the outfits I would soooo love to buy with the show/hide outfits button below. These are the ones I have specifically listed, so you can understand some of my favs from that site).
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 3 (Sex fantasy)
After that, Sam started to become a little less standoffish towards me. Oh, he still seemed to avoid TJ, but he would talk to me and seemed, well, a bit more normal.
I found I really liked parties while on xtc, and the dancing was wonderful. The people were wonderful. The whole world was wonderful. Oh, when I found out he charged me double for a hit, I had to hit him, but it was a wonderful time, with spring break just starting.
It was the first weekend, and I was ready to party.
"Mom, I will be staying with Ashley during the break," I called upstairs.
"Okay. Just don't do anything stupid," she called back down.
Fortunately, Ashley's family was gone. She threw such a fit that they agreed to let her stick around, which meant me and her were free from the parents for the entire week.
I went over to her house with a bag of clothes and makeup and other essentials. I could always go home if I needed more, or just borrow from her.
She greeted me at the door with a huge hug, and a scream for my ear!
I wrung my finger in my ear, then shrieked right along with her. "So, what are we doing first?" I asked.
"Well, there is a big party tonight." I grinned ear to ear. This is exactly why we didn't want to be under the parents thumbs. No curfew. No rules about boys. No worries about mom and dad catching us stumbling home drunk. Fortunately, Ashley got stoned herself, so it didn't take long before me and her were sharing a joint.
"So," she said, barely concealing a laugh.
"This one," I said. I grabbed a short skirt and a low cut tank top.
"TJ won't be able to keep his hands off you!" She screeched. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself how annoying it would be if I was stuck in her house the whole time. Oh, we were good friends, but she was overly excitable at times, and the way she squealed out comments when she got excited got on my nerves. I took a deep breath in, inhaling the smoke in my lungs and holding it, then gave her a wink and nodded.
"You know he thinks he will get on a college team, right?" I told her.
"No way!" I winced, but fortunately, I was stoned enough by now that it didn't bother me that much.
"I know, he will be pro. Just watch. College team, then pro. Oh my god, imagine me! I mean, have you seen all the money they make?"
I could picture myself walking down the isle with him, a huge wedding, expensive. He would be a pro ball player. "We will be so rich."
She nodded, and we laughed again.
I slipped on the outfit, checking myself in the mirror, and we helped each other put on makeup. It took a few tries. We were already a bit wasted.
Once we were ready, we headed out, grabbing some food and eating it in the car.
I found I really liked parties while on xtc, and the dancing was wonderful. The people were wonderful. The whole world was wonderful. Oh, when I found out he charged me double for a hit, I had to hit him, but it was a wonderful time, with spring break just starting.
It was the first weekend, and I was ready to party.
"Mom, I will be staying with Ashley during the break," I called upstairs.
"Okay. Just don't do anything stupid," she called back down.
Fortunately, Ashley's family was gone. She threw such a fit that they agreed to let her stick around, which meant me and her were free from the parents for the entire week.
I went over to her house with a bag of clothes and makeup and other essentials. I could always go home if I needed more, or just borrow from her.
She greeted me at the door with a huge hug, and a scream for my ear!
I wrung my finger in my ear, then shrieked right along with her. "So, what are we doing first?" I asked.
"Well, there is a big party tonight." I grinned ear to ear. This is exactly why we didn't want to be under the parents thumbs. No curfew. No rules about boys. No worries about mom and dad catching us stumbling home drunk. Fortunately, Ashley got stoned herself, so it didn't take long before me and her were sharing a joint.
"So," she said, barely concealing a laugh.
"This one," I said. I grabbed a short skirt and a low cut tank top.
"TJ won't be able to keep his hands off you!" She screeched. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself how annoying it would be if I was stuck in her house the whole time. Oh, we were good friends, but she was overly excitable at times, and the way she squealed out comments when she got excited got on my nerves. I took a deep breath in, inhaling the smoke in my lungs and holding it, then gave her a wink and nodded.
"You know he thinks he will get on a college team, right?" I told her.
"No way!" I winced, but fortunately, I was stoned enough by now that it didn't bother me that much.
"I know, he will be pro. Just watch. College team, then pro. Oh my god, imagine me! I mean, have you seen all the money they make?"
I could picture myself walking down the isle with him, a huge wedding, expensive. He would be a pro ball player. "We will be so rich."
She nodded, and we laughed again.
I slipped on the outfit, checking myself in the mirror, and we helped each other put on makeup. It took a few tries. We were already a bit wasted.
Once we were ready, we headed out, grabbing some food and eating it in the car.
"My fucking god! Look at her!" We pointed at laughed at a fat, black girl in yoga style pants. We cracked up laughing, so hard we could barely catch our breath.
We drove to the party, and joined in. We met TJ there, and I followed him as we stopped and talked to everyone.
Eventually, we ran into Sam. TJ and Sam avoided looking at each other, and TJ started talking to someone else. Sam pulled at my elbow and whispered, "come try this." I looked at TJ, engrossed in talk about, well, whatever it was, and decided I was bored, so let go of his arm and followed Sam.
We went back into a bedroom and he pulled out a mirror and a baggie with white powder.
"What is that?" I asked, more curious than anything. I had seen it in the movies, and it actually surprised me that it was exactly what I thought.
"Coke." he informed me. He shook some of the white powder out of the baggie onto the mirror, now laying on the end table next to the bed, and pulled out a razor blade wrapped in cardboard. The cardboard pulled off, he started pushing the blade through the powder. I was intrigued, but didn't understand why he would do that. It was powder. How do you cut powder. I asked as much.
"To make sure it is very fine See these bigger pieces?" He pushed one out with the edge of the razor. I nodded. "Well, you don't want the chunks. When you use it, you want it to be really fine." I nodded, but still didn't understand. My stomach felt like it was doing little flips. I was excited, and nervous, to be in there.
He chopped it until he was satisfied, then pulled out a little metal tube. He put one end up his nose, pushed his other nostril closed with his finger, and snorted it up. I watched in fascination as the powder disappeared. Soon, he was sitting back up and handing the metal tube to me. Just as he handed it to me, TJ walked in.
"What the fuck are you doing in here with him." He took a menacing step towards Sam.
"Its okay sweety. Sam was just letting me try a little coke." He glared at him, and looked at the remaining line. Grabbing the tube from me, he grabbed the mirror, disturbing the little powder line, and snorted it up.
"Hey, that was mine!" I told him. I could not tell if I was whining or not. It sounded too much like it, so I just glared.
"It's fine," Sam said, and chopped up another line. He offered it to me, and soon I was snorting it myself. I felt the powder bite my nose. I had no other way to describe it. I could even taste it, bitter, chalky. I ran out to grab something to drink. Try to wash away the awful taste.
When I got back, neither was in the room. Later, I found them both back in the living room.
My heart felt like it was beating fast, and the room felt like it was moving slow. While the xtc had a calming effect, this seemed to give me lots of energy. I felt like I could do anything. I felt so strong, so powerful. Time blurred as I became an energetic ball. Ashley didn't bother me at all, and in fact, I had never felt closer to her. I grabbed her hand, pulled her over where Sam was sitting, and grabbed his hand. I pulled them both back to the same bedroom. "Ashley, you need to try this!" I blurted. Sam didn't move fast enough, so I reached in his pocket and grabbed the mirror and baggie. "Where is the razor?" I asked him.
"Woah. Slow down. Chill out." He reached in the same pocket and pulled the razor out. I grabbed it out of his hand and took the cardboard off, laying the mirror on the bed, and shaking the baggie. Suddenly, powder all over.
"Hey!" he yelled. "What are you doing? Do you know much much this costs?"
"Oh, sorry." I tried to pick it up with my fingers and put it back in the bag. It was so hard to grasp. Coke on a blanket, well, not that easy to pick up and put in a plastic bag.
He pushed me out of the way and cleaned it up as best he could. Then, he made a new line for Ashley. After she snorted, he made another line for himself, and then a line for me. That is when TJ walked in again. I was leaning against Sam's back, my arms wrapped around his neck, watching as he chop, chop, chopped.
He looked at us and lunged for Sam. Sam jumped back, and TJ went wide. Darting past us, Sam ran out of the room, with TJ following.
We drove to the party, and joined in. We met TJ there, and I followed him as we stopped and talked to everyone.
Eventually, we ran into Sam. TJ and Sam avoided looking at each other, and TJ started talking to someone else. Sam pulled at my elbow and whispered, "come try this." I looked at TJ, engrossed in talk about, well, whatever it was, and decided I was bored, so let go of his arm and followed Sam.
We went back into a bedroom and he pulled out a mirror and a baggie with white powder.
"What is that?" I asked, more curious than anything. I had seen it in the movies, and it actually surprised me that it was exactly what I thought.
"Coke." he informed me. He shook some of the white powder out of the baggie onto the mirror, now laying on the end table next to the bed, and pulled out a razor blade wrapped in cardboard. The cardboard pulled off, he started pushing the blade through the powder. I was intrigued, but didn't understand why he would do that. It was powder. How do you cut powder. I asked as much.
"To make sure it is very fine See these bigger pieces?" He pushed one out with the edge of the razor. I nodded. "Well, you don't want the chunks. When you use it, you want it to be really fine." I nodded, but still didn't understand. My stomach felt like it was doing little flips. I was excited, and nervous, to be in there.
He chopped it until he was satisfied, then pulled out a little metal tube. He put one end up his nose, pushed his other nostril closed with his finger, and snorted it up. I watched in fascination as the powder disappeared. Soon, he was sitting back up and handing the metal tube to me. Just as he handed it to me, TJ walked in.
"What the fuck are you doing in here with him." He took a menacing step towards Sam.
"Its okay sweety. Sam was just letting me try a little coke." He glared at him, and looked at the remaining line. Grabbing the tube from me, he grabbed the mirror, disturbing the little powder line, and snorted it up.
"Hey, that was mine!" I told him. I could not tell if I was whining or not. It sounded too much like it, so I just glared.
"It's fine," Sam said, and chopped up another line. He offered it to me, and soon I was snorting it myself. I felt the powder bite my nose. I had no other way to describe it. I could even taste it, bitter, chalky. I ran out to grab something to drink. Try to wash away the awful taste.
When I got back, neither was in the room. Later, I found them both back in the living room.
My heart felt like it was beating fast, and the room felt like it was moving slow. While the xtc had a calming effect, this seemed to give me lots of energy. I felt like I could do anything. I felt so strong, so powerful. Time blurred as I became an energetic ball. Ashley didn't bother me at all, and in fact, I had never felt closer to her. I grabbed her hand, pulled her over where Sam was sitting, and grabbed his hand. I pulled them both back to the same bedroom. "Ashley, you need to try this!" I blurted. Sam didn't move fast enough, so I reached in his pocket and grabbed the mirror and baggie. "Where is the razor?" I asked him.
"Woah. Slow down. Chill out." He reached in the same pocket and pulled the razor out. I grabbed it out of his hand and took the cardboard off, laying the mirror on the bed, and shaking the baggie. Suddenly, powder all over.
"Hey!" he yelled. "What are you doing? Do you know much much this costs?"
"Oh, sorry." I tried to pick it up with my fingers and put it back in the bag. It was so hard to grasp. Coke on a blanket, well, not that easy to pick up and put in a plastic bag.
He pushed me out of the way and cleaned it up as best he could. Then, he made a new line for Ashley. After she snorted, he made another line for himself, and then a line for me. That is when TJ walked in again. I was leaning against Sam's back, my arms wrapped around his neck, watching as he chop, chop, chopped.
He looked at us and lunged for Sam. Sam jumped back, and TJ went wide. Darting past us, Sam ran out of the room, with TJ following.
I ran behind, screaming at TJ to stop. Everyone was staring and trying to get out of the way of two running football players barreling down the hall.
TJ tackled Sam and they both went down. One punch landed and I was trying to grab TJ's arm. I found myself on the ground, dazed and confused. Reaching up to touch my face, I felt my cheek. I winced. It hurt. I sat there for a couple more seconds before I realized TJ punched me. He stared at me with a shocked expression. He hadn't hit me since he stopped the steroid cycles. I was pissed. Without thinking, I moved over and kissed Sam, right on the lips.
TJ's eyes went wide in shock. Sam's eyes did too. Now TJ was even more pissed, but right then I didn't care. He backed up without another word and left. No one got in his way. Everyone stared in stunned silence for a couple more minutes before going back to do whatever they were before, with lots of glances at me and Sam the whole time.
I found Ashley and made her take me back to her house. I sobbed most of the night with Ashley trying to comfort me. And I didn't see, or want to see, TJ for the rest of spring break.
Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 2 (Sex fantasy)
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Monday, November 23, 2015
Party girl - the beginning: Part 4 (Sex fantasy)
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Friday, November 20, 2015
Party girl - the beginning: Part 2 (Sex fantasy)
We walked out of the locker room as the coach caught him.
"Get in here and close the door," the coach told him, almost dragging TJ into the office with him.
I waited outside for the coach to finish with TJ. Peeking through the window, I saw the coach with a needle, injecting something into my boyfriend.
I waited after we left until we got in the car.
"What were you doing with the coach?" I asked him.
"Nothing. He wanted to discuss the upcoming game."
"I saw a needle."
He looked over at me and swerved, almost running into a car coming the other way. He looked back at the road and jerked the wheel back, the car again in the right lane, before opening his mouth.
"Nothing. He was just giving me vitamins."
I looked over at him as he drove, him refusing to look at me. I knew he was lying.
I had heard the rumors of the football players using steroids, but didn't believe it. What I saw, and those rumors, I was pretty sure that was what was going on.
"I don't like you using that stuff," I told him.
"You don't know what the fuck you are talking about!" he yelled at me. I shut up, and sat there, staring out the window, wanting nothing more than to get out of the car.
He dropped me off at my house, not saying a word as I got out. Which was good, because I didn't want to see him right now. I went into the house, threw myself on the bed, and sobbed for a while.
I refused to speak to him for the next couple days.
The next morning, my phone lit up with a call from him. I ignored it, letting it roll over to voicemail. I out with a friend of mine on Saturday, who was also dating one of the football players.
Eventually, I brought up the subject.
"Megan, I need to ask you something." She looked at me with concern written on her face.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I caught the couch giving TJ steroids."
Instead of shock, or anything else, a look of sympathy flashed across her face.
My guess was right, Jason, her boyfriend, was probably using them too.
"Honey, listen. They need to do something to make it. How many players do you know of that actually get a shot at the college teams, or pro?"
I nodded my head. That was what TJ wanted, to join one of the college teams after.
"But, still, steroids?"
"Oh, it isn't too bad. He gets a little moody after, but then calms down again."
I thought about it. "Its like we have the same boyfriend."
She patted my arm.
I looked up at her, opened my mouth a couple times, closing it before I said anything. Finally, I blurted it out. "Has he ever hit you?"
Her hand jerked back.
We sat there in awkward silence for a while.
She finally spoke up. "Ever smoke pot?"
I shook my head. I had smoked a couple times, at some of the big parties.
"Next time he gets his shot, get him stoned. He will be fine until the...rage...wears off."
I understood. "But, they shouldn't do it."
"Oh, sweety, we can't stop them. Anyways, do you want to try to get him to stop, knowing it could mess up his whole future?"
I shook my head no, not wanting to say anything. I was afraid I would start crying if I opened my mouth.
We talked more about it, then moved on to important things, like about the vices that men had in general, and why we were better than them, and then to the store, where the important stuff happened.
Shoes. Clothes. Ice cream and Cold Stone.
We hung out at the mall after leaving the theater, watching the losers.
"Look how fat she is!"
"Would you be caught dead out in that?"
Oh my god, look at how ugly she is. If I were her, I would kill myself."
After a while, we met up with more friends, and spent the day together.
It is always fun at the mall.
He called me shortly after noon, and later in the day. I rejected the call.
The next day, I had 10 missed calls, with 4 voicemails.
"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you."
"Honey, call me back. I love you."
"Hey, just thinking of you. I need to talk to you. I'm sorry and won't let it happen again."
"Please pick up. I hate it when you are mad at me."
The next Monday, I accepted his apology. In his car. In the parking lot.
"Fuck me," I whispered in his ear as I straddled him in the back seat.
"Sorry, I am just not in the mood right now."
I felt both hurt and furious, but pushed it back down.
"You used again, didn't you?"
"And if I did?" He stared at me, almost a challenge.
I held his face, looking him in the eye. "I don't like it."
He tried to pull away, but I held his head firmly.
"Let...me...finish..." I growled at him.
He stopped trying to pull away and went back to looking me in the eye.
"I don't like it," I repeated. "But, I know how important it is for you to be noticed and picked up. You are graduating this year, and I know you want to join a college team. So, make me a deal."
He nodded, looking at me wearily.
"Tell me when you do it."
He nodded again.
"Now, we have to go buy something." He was puzzled by that, but soon we had the pot in hand and was headed over to his friends house.
Soon, we were all good and baked. I just laid on the couch, not wanting to move much. The boys said something, I started laughing, not able to stop. They had an interesting discussion that centered around monopoly money being used to replace real money.
The entire time, he never raged.
"Get in here and close the door," the coach told him, almost dragging TJ into the office with him.
I waited outside for the coach to finish with TJ. Peeking through the window, I saw the coach with a needle, injecting something into my boyfriend.
I waited after we left until we got in the car.
"What were you doing with the coach?" I asked him.
"Nothing. He wanted to discuss the upcoming game."
"I saw a needle."
He looked over at me and swerved, almost running into a car coming the other way. He looked back at the road and jerked the wheel back, the car again in the right lane, before opening his mouth.
"Nothing. He was just giving me vitamins."
I looked over at him as he drove, him refusing to look at me. I knew he was lying.
I had heard the rumors of the football players using steroids, but didn't believe it. What I saw, and those rumors, I was pretty sure that was what was going on.
"I don't like you using that stuff," I told him.
"You don't know what the fuck you are talking about!" he yelled at me. I shut up, and sat there, staring out the window, wanting nothing more than to get out of the car.
He dropped me off at my house, not saying a word as I got out. Which was good, because I didn't want to see him right now. I went into the house, threw myself on the bed, and sobbed for a while.
I refused to speak to him for the next couple days.
The next morning, my phone lit up with a call from him. I ignored it, letting it roll over to voicemail. I out with a friend of mine on Saturday, who was also dating one of the football players.
Eventually, I brought up the subject.
"Megan, I need to ask you something." She looked at me with concern written on her face.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I caught the couch giving TJ steroids."
Instead of shock, or anything else, a look of sympathy flashed across her face.
My guess was right, Jason, her boyfriend, was probably using them too.
"Honey, listen. They need to do something to make it. How many players do you know of that actually get a shot at the college teams, or pro?"
I nodded my head. That was what TJ wanted, to join one of the college teams after.
"But, still, steroids?"
"Oh, it isn't too bad. He gets a little moody after, but then calms down again."
I thought about it. "Its like we have the same boyfriend."
She patted my arm.
I looked up at her, opened my mouth a couple times, closing it before I said anything. Finally, I blurted it out. "Has he ever hit you?"
Her hand jerked back.
We sat there in awkward silence for a while.
She finally spoke up. "Ever smoke pot?"
I shook my head. I had smoked a couple times, at some of the big parties.
"Next time he gets his shot, get him stoned. He will be fine until the...rage...wears off."
I understood. "But, they shouldn't do it."
"Oh, sweety, we can't stop them. Anyways, do you want to try to get him to stop, knowing it could mess up his whole future?"
I shook my head no, not wanting to say anything. I was afraid I would start crying if I opened my mouth.
We talked more about it, then moved on to important things, like about the vices that men had in general, and why we were better than them, and then to the store, where the important stuff happened.
Shoes. Clothes. Ice cream and Cold Stone.
We hung out at the mall after leaving the theater, watching the losers.
"Look how fat she is!"
"Would you be caught dead out in that?"
Oh my god, look at how ugly she is. If I were her, I would kill myself."
After a while, we met up with more friends, and spent the day together.
It is always fun at the mall.
He called me shortly after noon, and later in the day. I rejected the call.
The next day, I had 10 missed calls, with 4 voicemails.
"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you."
"Honey, call me back. I love you."
"Hey, just thinking of you. I need to talk to you. I'm sorry and won't let it happen again."
"Please pick up. I hate it when you are mad at me."
The next Monday, I accepted his apology. In his car. In the parking lot.
"Fuck me," I whispered in his ear as I straddled him in the back seat.
"Sorry, I am just not in the mood right now."
I felt both hurt and furious, but pushed it back down.
"You used again, didn't you?"
"And if I did?" He stared at me, almost a challenge.
I held his face, looking him in the eye. "I don't like it."
He tried to pull away, but I held his head firmly.
"Let...me...finish..." I growled at him.
He stopped trying to pull away and went back to looking me in the eye.
"I don't like it," I repeated. "But, I know how important it is for you to be noticed and picked up. You are graduating this year, and I know you want to join a college team. So, make me a deal."
He nodded, looking at me wearily.
"Tell me when you do it."
He nodded again.
"Now, we have to go buy something." He was puzzled by that, but soon we had the pot in hand and was headed over to his friends house.
Soon, we were all good and baked. I just laid on the couch, not wanting to move much. The boys said something, I started laughing, not able to stop. They had an interesting discussion that centered around monopoly money being used to replace real money.
The entire time, he never raged.
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