He bolted upright, heart pounding. Not sure what woke him up, but he knew he was very wake and that it was very dark, and very quiet around the house. It excited him. His breath shuddering with excitement, he started to make his way off the sofa and up the stairs toward the bedrooms. He stopped at the top and tried to work out which room was the one he needed. Was it straight ahead or to the left? The former had a closed door whilst the latter was ajar slightly, so it became an easy choice. He carefully pushed against it, being careful not to make too much noise. He paused, listening for the sound of breathing, snoring, or any other sign that he hadn't been caught. Eventually he tuned in to it. The unmistakable sound of somebody fast asleep. The slow and regular breathing became a homing beacon in the dark, guiding him forwards. Carefully he trod over the boards, not at all aware where any of the creaking ones were. This was unfamiliar territory. It wasn't his house. Yet he sneaked his way over to the bed and dropped down to floor level alongside. He hoped this would make him less visible if she were to wake. He knew it was a she because he had planned this all evening. It was her house.
Earlier that night Terry had arrived at the party with a hoard of booze, enough for any party, but certainly enough to make sure everyone at this one was well and truly pissed. Strong stuff it was too. No wine or beer here.
Terry may have arrived alone, but he knew everyone there from college. He was soon settling in to the swing of the party and suggested some drinking games. It wasn't hard for the boys to figure out how to fix them so that the girls drank the most. They didn't seem to protest for the most part. As the evening went on the games got more adventurous, resulting in abandoned clothes throughout the tiny house. Sadly, though, the group wasn't quite adventurous enough to remove everything and it was decided to try something else once the girls got wise.
As the evening wore on the party thinned. A hard core remained, mostly made up of the boys who had their eye on a girl. If a girl left the boy would make his excuses minutes later having decided there was no longer a reason to stay. Eventually there was just Terry, Dikesh, Joannne, Sukhbir and Sonya.
Terry, a Greek-descendant sports enthusiast was as good looking as many expected him to be. His chiseled jaw, broad chest and shoulders, and well-toned abs were frequently discussed behind closed doors. Yet he was always single and nobody had heard of anyone who had slept with him. Rumours naturally began to circulate.
Dikesh was after Joanne. He was a young Sikh boy from a family of traders. Scrawny and quiet he didn't really mingle with the people at college, but he wanted to mingle with Joanne that much was clear. He always had wanted her. It was the blonde hair, the blue eyes and her skinny body that drove him mad. And she knew it.
Sukhbir wanted Sonya. Sonya wanted Sukhbir. They were a couple and Sonya was the one who was at college. She bought her boyfriend along and arranged to spend the night at the house just so they could have sex without worrying about hiding from their parents who would have disapproved, especially as they had already arranged partners for each of them.
