I sat on the couch thinking I shouldn’t have had so much to drink. I didn’t know whose house I was in, but whoever lived there had thrown a great party. I had spent the night dancing, drinking, and generally having a good time. Now, however, it was getting late, and a lot of people had left. When Dan saw me on the couch he came over and sat next to me. I suppose one could say that Dan and I were dating. We had shared a chemistry class, and had ended up sleeping together within the first month we met. I wouldn’t have called us boyfriend and girlfriend; we were more like sex buddies. We hung out together, but mostly to have sex. He had heard about this party, and invited me along. We both knew what would be coming later, and I was looking forward to it. We had already done it once, earlier that afternoon in his apartment, but I knew we would do it again when we got back his place.
He kissed me, and we started making out on the couch. I felt his hand make its way along my inner thigh under my dress. I wasn’t wearing panties or a bra per his request. His fingers gently caressed the outer folds of my vagina getting me wet. He knew how to touch me, and he was getting me hot. I was kind of drunk, and didn’t care if anyone was looking our way, they would have known what Dan was doing to me. When I finally did see a guy or two peeking at us, I assumed they had got an eye full.
“I want to see you do another guy,” I heard Dan whisper in my ear.
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