Against my better judgement, I decided it would be a good idea to go out tonight. Earlier in the day I had lost my phone, so going out meant I had to rely on my friends completely, otherwise I was on my own.
The night started out fairly typical. We went the bar and flirted with whoever would buy us drinks. At about midnight we decided to leave, and on the way out I had to use the restroom. I asked my friends to wait for me, but when I returned they were gone.
At first I panicked. I was alone, about 30 minutes from home and didn't have a cell to call anyone. Then Colin showed up. I didn't know his name was Colin at the time, but I was about to find out a whole lot about him.
He asked if everything was okay, and I told him no, I needed to get home. He offered to help and I, desperately, accepted. He told me he could get me a cab if I joined him at the next bar, so I went.
At the bar, he bought me drinks and we talked while he slowly rubbed my thigh. The more I drank, the higher he rubbed. And I loved it.
The pants I was wearing had a slit going up just above mid-thigh, which Colin quickly figured out. Before I knew it his hand was practically on my pussy.