I remember that it had been a stressful day at work, all the problems that could occur, did occur. My pal Jenna had invited me to her house-party that night, she had just broken up with her partner and saw it as a good opportunity to have fun and invite some fresh guys over. It had also been almost six months since my last long term relationship, and one year since I last had an orgasm. I was young and single and this party was my release.
I remember walking in to thumping music and crates of beer littering the place. The floor was already populated by people who had drunk their night's worth. I looked all over for Jenna but I couldn't find her, it was 11:00pm, which probably meant that she was already upstairs riding some stranger into the night. After an hour of sitting alone, the party had died down almost to a halt. I must have been the only person still awake and sober. I packed up my stiff and headed towards the front door, as I made my way through the hall, I saw a young man sitting on the sofa surrounded by his unconscious friends.
I remember I slowly crept behind him and cleared my throat to get his attention. He turned around and I noticed his short dark hair, his brown eyes and his muscular frame almost bursting out of his white t-shirt. He spoke with a smile, 'Hey! I thought everyone was out.' I smiled in return. 'I'm not a heavy drinker.' I said. And even though we had only just exchanged words, I knew we clicked. There was a part of me that wanted to run my hands all over his body, to explore him, to tease him, to please him. We talked for what seemed like hours, we exchanged names, numbers, addresses and details of past flings. I was about to ask him to follow me upstairs, but he beat me to the punch. 'Do you wanna check out upstairs?' he asked. Without a word, I followed him into the master bedroom.