I ended up with friends from all kinds of different walks of life. Including some partiers. I was invited to hang out for a weekend with this friend, and she warned me on the front end that
1. They party pretty hard
2. We'd probably be the only girls there.
I agreed because, like I said while I wasn't into the drugs themselves, I kinda liked the idea of being around it...i don't know why. I know it's weird.
So, we partied. And they started early Friday afternoon. They were...different. I chose a comfortable outfit. Button down Rangers jersey, and of course, a complementary pair of Umbros. It was fun, honestly. They were chatty. Who knew. Alcohol and cocaine makes guys REALLY chatty. And they talked about sex like...a LOT. And while I didn't partake in the powder, I did enjoy the conversation. And, the attention. I got flirted with, a lot. Some ass grabs, accidental boob brushes.. And the many massages. Begging for me to flash. I never did, but I did unbutton several buttons.
But there was one guy that really had me worked up. He would walk behind me, and gently reach in my shorts, and cup a cheek. He was gentle, but firm. And consistent. As the evening went on, I found myself excusing myself as he would get up. At one point, I was leaned over the counter getting a cup and some ice, and I felt two hands on my ass. He squeezed hard, pulled my cheeks apart and even slid his thumb right down my crack, and pushed against my starfish. And I definitely let him. He let go as abruptly as he grabbed, and ran his hands along my sides, grazing my breasts and neck, and ending by kissing my neck firmly.
I made my way away from him, and all but tripped to the ground over my own feet...bringing everyone's attention back to me. I did a little shimmy, and a quick squeeze of my own breasts, and played it off as being a little buzzed.
I sat back down, and continued the role of voyeur. At some point, maybe the constant sexually charged talk, or maybe the shots, I noticed i was incredibly turned on and was worried about what decisions I might be making. Around this time, Todd, the same guy who had been teasing my ass all night returned back from the bathroom, and let his hands rest on my shoulders. I leaned back on him, dropping my head to give him access to rub. His hands worked around to my breasts, rubbing them deeply, and undoing the front clasp, spilling them out for all remaining to see. I wanted to be embarrassed, but all the whistles and comments were a serious turn on. I decided to toss the bra, and resnap a few buttons. Around 3 or so, there were a handful of us left, but I was exhausted. I found a corner of the floor and laid down, until Todd came and whispered in my ear. Basically, he offered to share his bed. Claiming he was concerned for my safety around all these tweaked out guys. He promised he wouldn't do anything. I agreed, but even then, I knew what would happen.
I got in his bed, and noticed that there was a sprawled out dude on the floor half out of the walk in closet. I didn't think much of it. Todd was polite and didn't tear my clothes off, but, he did offer me a t-shirt. He had already seen Me, and touched most of my body, so I changed in front of him. I mentioned that I enjoyed the massage earlier, and he wasted no time restarting.