One random Friday night, Hellie found herself at another party.
Instead of a coworker's house, full of friends and family of the people she knew, this was a college frat party, open to whoever. It was in a big, dark house. She'd been invited vaguely on Facebook, showed up and danced with strangers while they all drank cheap beer. Someone gave her a candy. Someone else felt up her tits and handed her a pill. Both made her high, on top of her buzz from the beer. She had eventually wandered up the stairs, found an empty bedroom, closed the door and lay down.
She was drunk, high, heavy, but not unpleasantly so. The room didn't spin; more so Hellie felt as though she were floating.
And she was horny.
The fact didn't present itself immediately; it came upon her slowly. A squeeze in her pussy. A roll of her hips. Desire in the pit of her stomach, her ass yearning to press back. She pushed her hips into the bed, her body moving in a slow wave.
She imagined hands on her body, slowly moving up her thighs. Fingers creeping up, grabbing the meaty flesh of her inner leg, squeezing her thigh, teasing the bottom of her bare ass. She imagined a fingertip trailing just over the crack of her ass, up to her low back, teasing the sensitive skin there. A chill moved up her spine.
Hellie moved slowly, dreamily, as she reached down and pulled up her small skirt and her tank top. She felt the vulnerable, squishy flesh of her belly, moved her hand down and cupped her bare pussy. She moved slowly, softly against her hand.
"Mmm," she moaned so quietly. She felt her middle finger pressing against the wetness of her pussy lips, almost cried out at how juicy and wet it was. She pulled her hand away, torturing herself, and continued to press into the mattress.
She dreamed as she did this, dreamed of fields of flowers, then came back into consciousness and saw the flowered wallpaper. She closed her eyes and saw mountains ahead of her, opened her eyes and nestled her face into a pillow. Inside, her pussy squeezed an invisible shaft, and she panted quietly as she rolled her hips and touched herself.
She didn't know how long it had been when she heard the door open behind her. It closed again softly, seconds later. It closed behind someone.
Hellie was too high to be embarrassed, did not have the presence of mind to pull her skirt back down or say something. Instead, she lay there, still in her state of pleasure.
"There you are," said a low voice. "I knew I'd find you lying down somewhere."
Hellie felt weight on the bed as someone sat on the edge of it. A firm hand stroked her hair, her cheek, jawline, neck.
"Are you sleepy?"
"Mmm," said Hellie.
A whisper. "Are you wet?"
Hellie moaned.
