Kendell was still very high on acid when she when she got to her Dad's house late Saturday night. It was two in the morning when she dug in her purse for her keys. This wasn't how this night was supposed to end but she was happily tripping still so it was all wonderful to her right now.
At the Electronic Dance Music show (EDM for the hip) she had been having the time of her life dancing with two sexy men when the guys started getting douchy. Dressed in her best raver gear she had been dancing and grinding to a great DJ named GRiZ when these two guys had started grooving with her.
Before long she was dry humping the two of them. The nipple tassels she wore were in danger of coming off because her tits were being groped by one guy and her mostly exposed ass by the other. She in turn was grabbing their cocks and rubbing her body all over them. She was sure she was going to have sex with both these guys, her body tingling from head to toe as they worked her into a sexual frenzy, but then something changed.
Kendall missed what happened because she was rubbing her face over one guy's rock hard abs as she ground her ass on the hard cock in the other guy's pants. Suddenly she heard them yelling over the funky beats and glitchy computer noises of GRiZ. Before she could react they were pushing each other above her indelicately positioned body.
Kendall looked up and saw them facing off for a fight. Her wide open heart and mind, expanded by the acid, did not want to be around any negativity so she walked away. The guys yelled and pushed and other men moved in to separate them but she continued to walk away. Kendall was done with them.
Dancing by herself for a while she tried to get her groove back again but she was far too upset by the altercation. There was a dark energy in the place, she felt.
Yet the music was awesome and she was horny. Her body was thrumming with hunger for cock. The drugs only heightening her desire every time she heard those amazingly low bass notes emanating from the huge speakers at the front of the room.
Then she suddenly knew what to do. She decided she wanted to go home and be alone and enjoy the drugs on her own where she could explore her own thoughts and body.
She grabbed a cab and without even thinking of it she told the driver her Dad's address.
For months this last Summer Kendall had debated with herself and both her parents where she would live as she started college in September. For years Kendall had been shuffled between both her divorced parents' houses and now that she was eighteen and attending college she wanted to be in her own place. One that she could stay in consistently.
At times she did miss her parents and Kendall visited them both on various weekends. She lived very close to them, really, but her busy life didn't give her much time for family. She was studying hard, but also she had discovered a great community in the Rave Scene.
Kendall had always loved EDM but actually being old enough to be able to rave was better than she had ever hoped. Discovering the drugs that had motivated the music and intense visuals associated with it had opened her mind and heart to so much more than she had ever anticipated.
For her drugs were about expanding herself and experiencing new things not escaping anything. Kendall was well loved and had an happy life so drugs were nothing more than a ticket to greater depths of character and spirituality.
And sex.
Kendall had discovered sex and absolutely loved it. In the first semester of school she had already had four lovers and they had taught her so much about pleasure, hers and theirs, that she was finding it the greatest new hobby anyone could have.
Which was why the aggression at the club had been so distressing. Sex was meant to be fun and liberating not possessive and mean. It was a beautiful expression of love and freedom so aggressive sort of behavior turned her right off.
Sitting in the cab she had put her headphones on and listened to a playlist of Stickybuds her other favorite producer. His amazing sounds got her back into her squirming sexual state. Fumbling with the lock on her Dad's door made her want to scream, all she wanted was to get inside to her old room and masturbate furiously.
Stepping in at last she immediately saw her Dad passed out on the couch in his housecoat bathed in the flickering light from the T.V.
Grinning to herself she stumbled into the dark room in her chunky high-heeled boots to the armchair so she could sit for a second and love her Dad as she rested her sore feet.
Sighing she sat and listened to the great music in her headphones and looked at her father.
Serge was in his mid-forties and very handsome. Both Kendall's parents were very attractive people who looked much younger than they were. Serge was compact and tightly muscled. He was five foot seven and probably around a hundred and forty pounds, all of it muscle. He looked like a gymnast but it was from rock climbing that he got his toned body.
He had a great head of hair and strong almost pretty features. Generally he looked mischievous when awake. Now he just looked cute, Kendall thought, his hair falling over his forehead, his mouth open as he slept.
Most likely he had smoked pot before passing out. He tried to hide it from her but Kendall smelled it on him sometimes. She found it adorable that he was a secret stoner.
Suddenly a favorite part of the mix came on her headphones and Kendall stood up without hesitation and began to dance in her Dad's living room.
Kendall had never taken formal dance classes but she loved to move to music and spent a lot of time dancing in her room and on as many dance floors as she could. She had some sweet moves, but mostly it was about how much she loved the sounds and rhythms. She went into a trance when she danced, her body exploring itself as the sounds moved her in many bizarre but lovely ways.
Tonight Kendall had worn boots that clung to her calves and gave her a couple extra inches. At five foot one she felt tiny on a dance floor full of people. Her legs were encased in wide spaced fishnets. Those attached to garters that framed the tiny black panties she wore that had DTF on the ass in bright day-glow green letters.
The dancing got her sweaty right away; the groovy sounds were making her dance hard. She reached up and opened her long steampunk jacket of black with red slashing and details. Without thinking about it she took off her coat and revealed her trim body.
Kendall was essentially topless. Her breasts were bare except for pasties with tiny LED lights embedded in them over her nipples. She had on a bikini type top of glittery rhinestone chains that covered nothing but trailed over her breasts highlighting her nude A cups. She had a flashing belly button jewel glittering from her flat tummy and her arms were also wrapped in the same fishnet as her legs.
