Though I enjoy parties, I often find myself overwhelmed by the noise and drinks after a few hours. This is why, at eleven o'clock on a Saturday night, I was lying on a bed in a dark room. A bass rhythm and the soft babble of voices was reaching me through the walls. I was going to give myself fifteen minutes, then jump back into it.
The room belonged to my best friend's sister, and it smelled like her perfume. Her name was Allie, and she was hot. Smoking hot. Blonde, thin, gorgeous. I was in a state of tipsy excitement about simply lying on her bed. I thought the few cones I'd smoked earlier were certainly worth it.
The door suddenly swung open, admitting the roar of music and causing me to squint in the relative brightness of the hallway. Selena, a girl a vaguely knew from my dorm, stepped hurriedly inside and closed the door behind her.
"Oh god," she moaned, and fumbled her belt buckle apart. Her jeans slid down around her ankles and she leant her back against the door. Her white cotton panties went the way of her jeans and she pulled one foot free, so that her legs were spread.
This all happened before I could even think 'What the fuck?' let alone of how to respond. In some disconnected corner of my mind, I noted with interest that although her hair was red, her pubes were black and curly.
She reached down and split herself neatly with a single finger. "Oh god," she whispered again as she probed against her clit. She was rubbing it in small, tight circles.
"Whoa," I finally managed.
She stopped dead, standing like a rather smutty statue. Then her free hand made its ponderous way to the light switch.
With a click, I could suddenly see her properly. Her blue eyes were wide.
"Oh shit," she said shakily. She was obviously in some kind of shock, because she hadn't thought to move her incriminating finger from her button. We just stared at each other for a moment.
"Ohshitohshitohshit," she muttered and ducked down to grab her jeans, trying to put her foot back in the right hole. "I'm so sorry, fuck."
