"Oh fuck oh fuck he's sucking on my titty and it feels so amazing and omigod I can't believe how thick he is and he's getting thicker and holy shit Tyler how are you doing that with your thumb and fuck fuck fuuckk he's cummingggg!!!!"
Well, somehow after that, I was still ready for more. And somehow, after that, I was worried even less about modesty. (I must remember to ask Kim if there are any other side effects. This potion seemed to be stripping my inhibitions away, layer by layer.) I ended up draping myself over the arm of the couch -- to help people in finding me -- and taking cocks and tongues and pussies at both ends for the next half hour or so. As soon as someone pulled out of my cunt, someone was usually ready to take their place.
And I pleasured everyone orally, I think, by the time I was done -- and what a mix of flavors it was, because some of them were coming straight from my pussy, and some of them straight from someone else's, I think, because, though it was too blurry and I was too distracted to be sure, I think there were other couples and groups getting it on that had nothing to do with me, by the end.
It was kinda cute, too, how everyone wanted me to taste them even for just a minute -- just to see what flavor they tasted like, to me. They all seemed to get a kick out of that. For me, it was like sampling every possible topping at a TCBY!
One of the last things I remember before finally passing out -- when Kim said, "Back to your chair, Kara, time for you to rest" -- was my dear friend Sam saying, "Do you think ... do you think you could do that to me too?"
***
I woke the next morning back in my apartment. I looked around, gathering clues, because ... I couldn't quite remember how I'd got there. I'd gone to a party the night before, but ... I couldn't remember what had happened there, apart from some fragments. I didn't feel hungover, which was a relief, since I had evidently had a lot to drink!
I was nude, which was ... unusual. I felt a little sore ... but I also felt warm, contented, loved. Enough that I didn't feel like I needed to think too hard about where I was sore, or why. I just smiled to myself, basking in good feelings, and decided not to worry about it. And memories of the party would ... probably come back, in time. I shrugged that off, too. I just knew, somehow, that I didn't have to worry about that either.
I stretched, and felt waves of relaxation, of pleasure, flow through me. I felt better than I had in years! Whatever I'd had to drink last night, I should find more of it! I giggled. I couldn't seem to stop smiling ... I thought of touching myself before I got out of bed, something I hadn't been in the mood for for a while, and before the thought was even fully formed my fingers were slipping into my ... down there, and -- wow! I was crazy wet ... Had I been having a good dream?
I gave myself a little yummy orgasm, and leisurely, lazily, sucked on my fingers while I groped for my phone. I wondered if anybody had noticed when I'd slunk away from the party -- that's what I usually do, slip out when I get bored, usually before the party really gets going. But I wondered if last night had been different -- or even, if I'd embarrassed myself somehow. It was weird to not remember!
Well, I was surprised to find a whole bunch of texts! Usually after a party I might have one at most, because hardly anybody would have even noticed I left. (Or noticed I was there.) But for whatever reason -- I must have really made an impression!
I was astonished to see that I'd been invited to three more parties in the coming month! People I hardly knew seemed eager to see me again, and to introduce me to their friends and coworkers! I mean, what the heck? One said I would be the "guest of honor," and "please come." And another said that my friend Sam and I would be "sharing guest of honor duties." How nice! I guess? But what does that mean??
All that was forgotten, though, when I saw the rest of the texts. My friend Liz wanted to go on a date with me -- a real live date! "Yes please!" I responded immediately, because even though I had no idea what a couple shy girls would do on a date, I'd been kinda hoping to find out for a while. A guy named Tyler, who I don't think I know but claimed to have met me the night before, ALSO asked me out on a date! "Um, okay!" I typed, because ... well, why not? I was feeling bold.
And then, while we were texting about where he was going to take me for dinner -- in a public place, for safety, I'm not an idiot, you know -- my phone buzzed with a call. Kim? I didn't know a Kim, I thought, but I must have put her name in my phone at some point. I was about to let it go to voicemail, but answered it before I realized what I was doing.
"Ah, good, pet, you're awake," a voice like warm honey soothed in my ear. "Do me a favor, now. Touch your forehead for me." I was about to ask why, but my hand was already on the rise, as if compelled. "And come to me, my pet. It's my turn to play."
"I'm sorry," I started, "I don't know what you ..."
But then my thumb touched my forehead, and all I heard after that was the buzz.
