This tale goes back to when my wife and I were students before we were married. Like most young people we enjoyed sex and experimented a lot and at the time Lorna and I (Keith) were into our second year and both just about to turn twenty. We were part of a large crowd of friends so did a lot socially as a group which was great fun.
One Friday evening we went to a party at a house somewhere in south Manchester, it was miles from our digs and also a place we didn't know so there were probably only three or four others we actually recognised besides the four we arrived with. Now Lorna was dressed in a pair of tight leggings and a top that exposed her bare midriff so she looked really sexy but not tarty or anything. The party was disappointing so our friends left within an hour but since we knew a few others we stayed a while and then late on it got busier with a sudden influx of people. I guess it was around two in the morning we were aware that there were only a few left; half a dozen who lived at the house plus maybe the same number of others plus us.
It sounds strange but someone put on some slow music and turned off the main lights so people tried to couple up only there were perhaps four women with twice that number of men. Anyway a few tracks in one of the guys asked if he could dance with Lorna and she agreed so she did. Now it's weird but a couple of guys kept asking Lorna for a dance and since I was just as drunk as she was, we both said ok and we took turns dancing with her over the next ten minutes or so. Now that's when one of them kissed her and she didn't stop him so the next dance the other guy did the same and of course so did I. Soon we were switching to kiss her and the dancing was forgotten. Now it was just drunken kissing, only Matt, one of the guys told us he rented a room in the house and since the beer was gone (along with the wine and just about everything else) he offered to share his own drink he had in his room. Lorna then said 'why not' and we followed him upstairs.