So, I just moved to NJ after graduating high school. My cousin met this crazy chick online that I ended up being friends with and we were all going to a rave in Da Bronx. I was so excited!!! So, I was getting dressed, I decided on a funky miniskirt I had made out of pink fuzzy material, a pink camisole, my pink low top Converse sneakers and black and pink thigh high socks/leg warmers. Makeup was simple, lots of mascara, black eyeliner, shiny lip gloss and glitter everywhere. Especially around my eyes and on my chest. I was chunky all through high school and I had finally slimmed down my senior year. I had a flat but soft tummy, wide curvy hips, a bubbly ass and small pert tits. My hair was long and blonde, bangs short and cut bluntly, but at an angle, halfway down my forehead. I'm about 5ft9 and have dark blue eyes. The camisole I wore was thin enough and tight enough that it showed the entire outline of my tiny little tits that pointed straight out. You could even make out my very large, very puffy nipples. I was ready to go. I threw on a cardigan so when I passed my Aunt on the way out she wouldn't have a fit.
We came prepared and dropped our hits of exstasy shortly before we arrived. Rolling makes you feel like you're wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket. Every nerve ending in your body is happy and waiting for attention. The flow of water over your skin is unbelievable. The mind is open and the world is beautiful.
We made it to the venue and it was crowded. Once we got inside it was all bodies rubbing together, flowing and jumping with the beats. In places like this there are several rooms with different styles of dance music playing in each room. The hallways are the most crowded, like a school of fish, bodies flowing as one, until one departs to their desired location. It was in one of these hallways that my adventure began.
"Hi," the cutest boy ever smiled at me. Dark hair, dark eyes surrounded by thick dark eyelashes and the palest olive skin. That too happy, too innocent, pleasure seeking I'm-high-as-a-kite-and-I-know-you-are-too smile.
I just smiled back.
"You're beautiful... I love the glitter," he said, reaching out to touch my temple with the tips of his middle and ring finger.
Another dopey smile from me, "Thanks," I turned my face into his hand. Like I said, every touch felt amazing.
He stepped closer to me and started kissing me. Totally unexpected. My first kiss ever on anything. My first kiss ever with a boy whose name I didn't know. He pulled me into a less crowded, and darker, hallway and kept kissing me. Hands all over my body, finding the most comfort caressing my ass and hips. It's the fuzzy skirt, I thought to myself. He tasted like a Watermelon Blow Pop. I wrapped my hands around him, sliding them under his shirt so I could feel his skin, searching for that spot where a boy's abs meet his hips, that perfect indented curve on a boy's body.
I felt another set of lips kiss my shoulder. This came as a surprise, so I jumped a bit and looked around, where did these extra lips come from? I turned to see another boy as cute as the first. Same dark hair, same dark eyes, tan skin, he looked as edible, and as hungry, as the first.
"It's Ok, he's my friend," the first boy said. I don't know why, but that made perfect sense to me.
The second boy started kissing me again, first my lips, our tongues played with one another, he tastes like candy too, I thought. He quickly moved on to my neck, positioning himself behind me. I felt behind for him, finding his waistband and tucking my hand into it. A resting place, feeling grounded in him.
The first boy was back in place, kissing my lips, sucking my lips, hands around my waist pulling me close to him. I could feel his erection through my skirt. I could feel my own arousal growing. He was rubbing my lower back, slowly moving lower under my skirt. Thank god I wore lace panties, (neon green lace panties :) ). My other hand was back under his shirt, searching for that slight curve and running my fingers along it.
The second boy was still kissing my neck and shoulders and playing with my nipples now through my camisole. I arched my back which made my chest press into the first boy in front of me. He stopped kissing me long enough to look down at his friend's hands pulling my nipples. He must have liked what he saw, I must have missed some subtle communication between the two, because before I knew what was happening the second boy was pulling my top down and the first boy had my nipples in his mouth.
We were starting to gather a crowd. I could see someone who looked more official than curious starting to make their way over so I pulled back. "We have to stop," I was scared, nervous, excited.
Both boys looked up, "It's Ok, we live really close by," the first boy said.
I started to say I can't, what came out was "Ok."
The first boy took my hand and started running, I reached back for the second boy, and we ran out into the night. Pushing through warm bodies and needy hands reaching for a piece of us.