I was standing in my usual place in front of the mirror, disappointed in what I was seeing.
My friend Caitlynn had invited me over her house for her 18th birthday party. We were very close, but I tended to feel a little insecure with her in large groups of people.
She was tall and thin, with a perfect C-cup chest. Her friends were practically clones. They borrowed each others' clothes on a daily basis, and all lived in McMansions on the same street. I, however, lived in the town over and barely had enough money to attend state school the next year. I measured in at a measly 5'2", with a curvy body that wasn't very popular when I stood next to Caitlynn.
But it was her day, and I needed to get over myself. I threw a sweater on over my conservative dress and headed over to her house.
The music was excruciatingly loud and I could barely move through the tightly-packed crowd of sweaty teenagers. I squeezed my way to a leather couch, prepared to stay there for the rest of the night.
A few hours passed. I drank conservatively and watched my "friends" make fools of themselves. Secretly, I wished to be one of them. I would like to lose myself in the throbbing crowd and hook up with a stranger. I imagined pressing my body against one of the sweating young men dancing right in front of me. He would pull me close and explore my mouth with his tongue. We would escape to Caitlynn's bedroom and lock the door....
But that wouldn't be me. When my second beer was empty, I took a deep breath and thrusted myself through the crowd. I made my way to the hall and continued to the bathroom, hot and bothered.
Since I was a young girl, this bathroom was a bit uncomfortable for me. Not only was there a door leading to the hallway, but also to her parents' bedroom. Even when they weren't home, it was a little unnerving knowing that someone could walk in on me at any moment.
But that was silly. I had more important matters to attend to. I checked the lock once again and got to work. I lifted the front of my dress and slid my panties to my knees. I let my fingers glide into my damp pussy and thrusted in and out while moaning softly. I used my other hand to balance on the wall as I plunged my fingers in further and further.
I was so intent on pleasuring myself that I did not hear the door creak open. I did not hear the muffled laughter. I did not hear the footsteps cross the floor. But I did feel an enormous hand forcefully cover my mouth. I did feel my dress being ripped off of me. I did feel myself being picked up effortlessly and carried to another room.
