I [18F] was invited to a house that turned out to basically be a sex club… as a virgin Christian girl… and experienced a night of firsts that changed me forever!

My phone buzzed, but it wasn’t Wyatt. That guy was a ghost, despite my best efforts to make him more than just a crush. He was all brooding intensity and quiet strength, the kind of guy who made you wonder what he was thinking behind those green eyes. I’d given him my number during a group project, but he never texted me 🙁  butthole..

I was just a girl in his orbit, and he was the sun.

Rumors swirled around him and his closest friends – Jeanluc, Dante, and Chris. Some were hilarious, others were a little scary, all of them only fueling my interest.

Then came the whispers of The Basement. 

Tabitha, Wyatt’s friend and my ticket in, hinted at a world where reputations were made outside of school. It was like hearing about an exclusive club, and I was about to get my invite 😀

Tabitha leaned in, I could smell strawberries on her breath as she whispered to me, “I’m about to show you a secret.” She unlocked her phone, her fingers moving swiftly before turning the screen to face me. “This story right here is about a night that shattered everything. It’s raw, explicit, and fucking intense.”

It really was…

The story was a VERY detailed, dark, erotic tapestry of pleasure and pain, told from the perspective of a man lost in a haze of drugs and desire. He was a drifter, seeking solace in the arms of strangers, and the women he encountered were no strangers to the darker side of pleasure. The protagonist, a dominant force named Kristeena, commanded the scene. She had Tabitha down on her knees, taking him deep, his cock sliding down her throat with a relentless rhythm. Kristeena, standing above, kissing him deeply with her knee pressing down on Tabitha’s head, forcing her to deepthroat him as he came, his cock throbbing as he filled her mouth full of his hot, thick cum. Tabitha’s voice was a broken whisper, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked up at Kristeena and him,  her expression a mix of submission, adoration, and sheer emotional turmoil. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with exertion and emotion. The image was seared into my mind, a mix of awe and horror that left me breathless. I didn’t want to believe it until I saw the pictures..

omg..

“…who wrote this?” I managed to ask, my voice barely a whisper, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.

Tabitha’s smile was enigmatic, her eyes glinting with a blend of amusement and something far more sinister. “Wyatt and his ex-girlfriend,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. “It was an emotionally heavy night for all of us, and they wanted to capture every raw, intense moment. He deleted it after their breakup, but I still had her number… so now I have the story saved forever.”

Wow

Honestly, I was horrified. Completely turned off to the idea…The story was an emotional wrecking ball, too raw, too intense, and it left me feeling exposed and aching. My heart hurt for Wyatt and for Tabitha, who sounded absolutely broken. This was a side of Wyatt I never knew existed, and it was overwhelming. The graphic details and raw emotion were etched into my mind, playing on a loop.

For two days, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The story had me in its grip, leaving me trembling with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. I was on the precipice of something massive, something that would change me forever.

My friends and family would lose their minds if they knew about this! I was a good Christian girl, raised by strict Christian parents, and heck most of my friends were from church. This was uncharted territory, and I was terrified.

But the pull was too strong

I had to see it for myself. I had to experience that raw, intense world and see Wyatt in it. The anticipation was killing me, and once Tabitha invited me to the basement Friday night…I knew that if I went… it would likely be one of the craziest nights of my life!

Thursday night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about the story. My mind was a whirlwind of erotic images and emotions.

I slipped my hand under the covers, my fingers finding their way to my throbbing clit. I was soaked, my pussy was craving to be touched. I began to rub myself, my breath hitching as I imagined the scenes from the story unfolding before me. I choked back a moan, slowly putting a hand around my throat while my fingers were moving faster, deeper, as I pictured Tabitha on her knees, taking him deep. I could feel the desperation, the jealousy, the raw need, and it sent me over the edge. My body convulsed as I came, my pussy clenching around my fingers, my throat tight with suppressed moans. I was a mess, my body was trembling with the force of my orgasm, and my mind was still racing with the erotic images. Darn it Molly…get a grip! 

But I was stepping into the unknown, and I wasn’t turning back.

School let out, and my nerves were on high alert for the night ahead. I met Tabitha in the parking lot, and she handed me a CD, saying it would set the mood for my “initiation”. As I followed her to the house, the car filled with lyrics that were intimate, sad, and incredibly sexy. My heart raced, and I gripped the steering wheel tightly, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. I was stepping into the unknown, and could feel the danger in the air as I got out of the car.

As we arrived and descended into the basement, the deep, primal bass hit me like a physical force. The floor vibrated, and the sound resonated through my chest and between my legs, sending shivers down my spine. The air was thick with a heady mix of sweat, perfume, and weed, but there was something else – an untamed, wild energy that was intoxicating. This place was so different than the safe, familiar world of my upbringing. I was out of my depth, but the thrill of it all kept me moving forward.

At the bottom of the stairs, we faced two doors. Tabitha led me through the one on the right, and we stepped into a huge tiled room. My heart pounded like a drum, and I scanned the crowd for Wyatt, but he was nowhere to be seen. A mix of relief and disappointment washed over me; his stoic presence was both comforting and anxiety inducing.

As we navigated the room, it was clear that Tabitha was like a queen there. People deferred to her, their eyes tracking her every move. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy at her confidence and ease in this place. Before I knew it, she was pulled into a whirlwind of greetings and conversations, and I was left to my own devices.

“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath

This place wasn’t packed like a typical club; it had a more intimate, exclusive feel. The bass thumped, the lights were low, and the atmosphere felt intense. 

I wandered through the main room, looking for a place to chill, I spotted another door and decided to go in. It opened to a smaller, dimly lit room, bathed in purple and black lights, the carpeted floor covered in sheets and people. Couples were entwined, hands roaming, lips locked in passionate kisses. The air was thick with raw sexuality, and I could feel my cheeks flush as I took in the erotic scene. This was intense, unlike anything I’d ever seen or been around before.

Feeling overwhelmed, I looked for a less crowded place to sit. I found an empty spot on a bed and tried to calm my racing heart. A little blonde girl further down the bed stirred and crawled towards me, her eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled against my side. She rested her head on my lap, and I froze, unsure of what to do.

Ummmm

She was adorable though, with soft blonde hair and delicate features, and she curled up against me like we were old friends. I think she even kissed my elbow? lol. I let out a quiet laugh, trying not to wake her.

I’d feel bad if I moved her! So I accepted my new role as her hostage teddy bear for the rest of my days. Honestly I was pretty okay with that 

This place is nuts, and there I was just along for the ride. I pulled out my phone, trying to look like I was texting. I ended up just opening my notes app because I knew I couldn’t text my friends about any of this. I jotted down the lyrics of the sad song playing, the bass pulsing throughout the room:

So baby please, won’t you end your night with me? 

Don’t you leave me all behind, don’t you leave my little life.

The lyrics resonated with me, adding to the emotional rollercoaster I was on. Again…I was a virgin, and supposed to be a good Christian girl, and this world was a far cry from my upbringing. I was getting so nervous I thought about leaving…

I mean.. this room was a whirlwind of movement and sound, enveloping me in a sensory overload. Bodies clung to the edges, gathered near the doors, but most were on the floor, tangled in red sheets, moving in sync with the music. The room buzzed with a vibrant, untamed energy, it felt absolutely wild… and a very small part of me wanted to join them, to lose myself in the frenzy, but I’m just not like that…

Then I saw Tabitha enter the room, commanding attention as she hugged a few people. I tried to catch her eye, but she breezed right past me. I could have sworn she saw me..

I felt a squeeze around my hips, pulling me from my thoughts and causing me to look down at this cute girl on my lap again. 

Just as I was trying to wrap my head around the situation, a soft touch on my chin pulled my gaze upward. Tabitha was there, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She smiled, her mouth full, and nodded at me. As if saying “open up”

Umm…

Before I could react, she grabbed my face, leaned in, and pressed her lips to mine. Her lips were soft but insistent, I could see her eyes were closed as I felt her tongue begin parting my lips as she spilled alcohol and something solid into my mouth. I jolted, choking slightly, the sharp, unfamiliar taste sending a shiver down my spine. My heart was racing! 

Did I just kiss a girl?

Tabitha pulled back, laughing, and handed me a bottle of water. 

“Sorry! There were no shot glasses I trusted in there, so this was the safest way,” she winked. I laughed nervously, swallowing the pill and alcohol and chasing it with water. The burn in my throat made me wince

Good.. so it wasn’t a real kiss…

“Worst chaser ever,” I muttered.

Tabitha giggled, “And out of both rooms, you chose this room to sit in? You see a bed and you’re just like, in it, huh?” She winked again, and I felt my cheeks flush. I gestured to the sleeping girl on my lap, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through me. “Something like that,” I whispered.

Tabitha smiled, “She’s so cute. If things get too weird, come and find me next door okay?” And with that, she wandered off, leaving me to my thoughts and the adorable blonde on my lap. This night was already turning into something unforgettable

Gahh. Alcohol tastes so gross… especially from a girls mouth

I thought back to what Tabitha might have meant

maybe I was in the wrong room…?

But I was stuck, both literally and figuratively, with this adorable blonde curled up on my lap, her weight pinning me down. I couldn’t get myself to move her; I was her willing captive. I looked down at her, feeling a slight buzz, my mind racing for something clever to say. Something that wouldn’t make me sound like a complete idiot.

“Well, aren’t you dreamy?” I said, trying to keep my voice light and failing miserably. (You get it? Because she’s sleepy? fucking nailed it)

She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded, a soft smile appearing on her lips. “My name’s Becca,” she purred, her Southern accent as smooth as honey. 

Aww, she’s so adorable.

“What’s your name?” she asked, making soft, contented sounds as she adjusted herself

“Well I’m Molly,” I replied, trying to match her sultry tone. She smiled and snuggled closer, her arms tightening around my waist. It felt surprisingly comforting, but I still felt like the awkward virgin in the room. This was all so new to me. But I was beginning to feel really.. really good. Feeling things that I had never felt before.. 

Suddenly, I heard voices rising in excitement across the room. I turned my head to investigate, and my face flushed with a rush of heat. Holy fuck, what I saw had my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest!

A small crowd had gathered around a girl who was on her knees, a guy’s hand firmly wrapped around her hair, holding it back to reveal her stunning face. She was a vision, her round tits bouncing slightly as the red sheet slipped off her body, revealing her glorious nakedness. She looked like a sex goddess or something, her lips were wrapped around his thick cock like it was her favorite treat. She took him deep, her throat working as she sucked him eagerly, her eyes watering but never leaving his eyes. The room was pulsating, alive…and phones were out, capturing every fucking delicious detail.

I quickly pulled out my phone too, pretending to be engrossed in a text conversation, but really, I was trying to distract myself, trying to calm myself down. My screen looked too bright. My heart was pounding, but I was also feeling a throb between my legs.

Damn, Tabitha, come back..  I need you to save me from this insane, hot fucking scene. I’ve ever seen stuff like this in person, only on sex sites…

I couldn’t stop myself from looking up again…

The guy’s cock glistened with her saliva as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass. The crowd around them cheered her on, their voices a mix of encouragement and pure lust. I could see the veins bulging on his cock, the way his hips jerked slightly with each thrust, and the sheer ecstasy on his face as he looked down at her. 

Becca, still snuggled on my lap, stirred slightly, her hand sliding up my thigh, her touch sending sparks through my body. I looked down at her, her eyes now fully open, a naughty smile playing on her lips. “You like what you see, Mommy?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper.

I… I… I didn’t know what to say, unable to form words as I watched the show unfold before me. The guy’s grunts of pleasure filled the air, mixing with the wet sounds of her mouth working his cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Becca’s hand inched higher, her fingers brushing against the edge of my pussy through my yoga shorts. I let out a soft gasp, my hips jerking slightly at her touch. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with mischief and desire. “Can I take care of you, Mommy?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

“Uhhhh.. ahah..umm..” I whimpered as my hips rotated

My breath came in short gasps as I anticipated her touch. She slid my shorts to the side… as well as my panties.. and she even giggled at me when I gasped, I felt so embarrassed!

Her fingers brushed against my pussy, and I let out a soft moan, my head falling back as I gave in to the sensations.

I couldn’t help it I was so fucking turned on..

She started to rub me, her fingers circling my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel the orgasm building, my body tensing as I chased the release. Becca’s touch was magical, her fingers knowing exactly what they were doing as she brought me to the brink of ecstasy.

Across the room, the guy let out a loud groan, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing in the girl’s mouth. She swallowed every drop of his cum, it must have been a ton since I could see her swallow again… again… and again her eyes never leaving his, a look of pure adoration on her face.

Becca’s touch became more insistent, her fingers moving faster, deeper, as she brought me to the edge. I let out a loud squealing moan and covered my mouth with my hands, my body convulsing as I came, my pussy clenching around her little fingers. It was intense, the pleasure crashing over me in waves, leaving me breathless and utterly spent…

And shaking…

Becca looked up at me, a satisfied smile on her lips as she brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean. “Delicious,” she purred, as she slid my shorts back in place and laid her head on my lap again.

So much for wondering if I was bi…  a wave of shame washing over me as I made that revelation

I was a complete mess, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm, my mind still reeling from the explicit scene I had just witnessed. 

I looked back at my phone and started searching online, trying to figure out what Tabitha could have slid down my throat. Maybe a roofie? Nah. 

I looked it up and Google says the pill was probably bad news and that I likely only have 10 minutes left to live. 

Awesome.

Honestly, typical response for Google, always so reassuring when you’re trying to make sense of a crazy situation lol. 

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart slow down as a wave of heat crashed over my body. This was insane, but I was powerless to look away. The room was a fucking cesspool of sin, and I was submerged in it, drinking it all in. Everywhere I looked, I was turned on, my senses heightened and my pussy slick and throbbing, betraying my effort to resist.  

Stoppp what the fuck is up with me today..

Also.. wow… the music

The music pulsed through the room, drowning out the sounds of the girl across the way, who was still enthusiastically getting her throat fucked by another handsome man. I focused on the beat, the slow, hypnotic bass creating a rhythm that vibrated through my entire being. The notes were deep and resonant, sending shivers down my spine and a throbbing heat between my legs. The people in the room moved as one, their bodies swaying and grinding against each other, lost in the music.

Becca, despite her eyes being closed, was writhing to the beat too, her body moving in a way that was both innocent and incredibly erotic. It was as if the music controlled her, guiding her movements with a dark, otherworldly grace. She slid her hands up and down my thigh as she moved, her hips swaying in time with the rhythm. Fuck, the sight of her was intoxicating, her body moving with a sensuality that was almost magical.

The lyrics cut through me, raw and emotional, a stark contrast to the usual upbeat tunes I listened to. I scribbled down what lyrics I could understand in my notes, my hand shaking with a mix of excitement and nervous energy:

I got the whole city on my side,
tonight
We’ll just rock it out
After the show is gone
you can take me to yours
In your birthday suit,
I’ll give you what you came for
I’m falling,
Because I’m numb from the neck down,
I’m sorry,
And you’ll never fucking know,
I’ll never fucking show it,
Fast life, fuck slow,
Let these meds flow.

The room was a blur of movement and sound, the bass from the subwoofer thumping so hard it felt like it was shaking my bones. I could feel the beat in my chest, in my pussy, everywhere. It was primal, raw, and extremely consuming. I was lost in the music, lost in the sensations, lost in the sheer intensity of it all.

Becca’s touch was electric, her fingers leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I could feel her heat, her desire, and it mirrored my own. I was drunk on the music, on the atmosphere that filled the room.

It felt fucking amazing. I found myself moving with Becca, the music taking complete control of my body. Her hand slid higher up my thigh, inching closer to my pussy again ahhahh noo please not again..  I realized I was losing myself… The room was a haze of desire, and I was drowning in it.

The intensity was overwhelming, and I needed a moment to collect myself. I could hear the girl in the corner, her mouth making obscene, wet sounds as she was getting face fucked relentlessly. The guys’ grunts of pleasure filled the air, mixing with the music to create a symphony of lust. The guys who were recording earlier were now fully engaged, their cocks in her eager hands as she stroked and licked them with abandon, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. It was a sight to behold, but I needed a breather.

“I need to step out for a sec, Becca,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ll be right back, okay?”

She looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes and pouted, “Okay, mommy.” Kissing my thigh gently before rolling over, her little black thong peeking out from under her sweatshirt. 

Ohh, now I get it, she definitely misheard me when I said my name was Molly.. lol

I giggled at her cuteness and the sheer surrealness of the situation. Everyone else in the room seemed to belong, like they’d been here a thousand times before. I, on the other hand, felt like a virgin sacrifice in a den of sin.

Before I stood up, I scanned the room, hoping to spot a familiar face – preferably Wyatt’s. My stomach churned with nerves, a mix of anticipation and dread. I didn’t know if he wanted me here, but God, I hoped he did.

My gaze landed on a stunning brown girl stretched out on the floor. She was a few years older than us, maybe 24 or 25, with black hair and eyes that glowed an eerie orange-yellow, like a cat’s. She was staring at me intently, her expression unblinking and trance-like. When she saw me looking, a slow, seductive smile spread across her lips, sending a chill down my spine.

This room was a fucking crazy, now I get what Tabitha meant. My senses were heightened and my yoga shorts were soaked through, thanks to my disobedient pussy not holding back.

 Wtf why didn’t I wear jeans to school today

Come on Molly… I was a good Christian girl, and I cannot believe I just let Becca finger me to the rhythm of some dark, hypnotic music while I watched others in the room. What the fuck was I thinking? Why am I not more upset.. and why the fuck.. did it feel so good.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I stood up, my legs feeling shaky and unsteady. I needed to find Tabitha. I needed an anchor in this storm of lust and music. As I made my way to the door, I could feel the eyes of the cat-eyed latin goddess burning into my back, her gaze a physical touch that sent shivers down my spine.

What the fuck am I doing here? 

I decided to try and find the bathroom to collect myself, but the moment I was about to step out of the room, the chaos pulled me back in. A drunken shout erupted from across the room, and I froze, my heart hammering like a caged animal. Tabitha rushed in from the adjacent room, her voice sharp and commanding as she told the guy to stop and to calm the fuck down. Within seconds, he complied, and the room settled back into its throbbing rhythm. Tabitha’s power was undeniable, and I felt like a nervous wreck in comparison, my palms sweaty and my mind spinning.

What am I doing here? Am I being dumb? 

I approached Tabitha, my voice shaking as I asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”

She took one look at me and pulled me into a comforting hug. Her embrace was warm and reassuring, immediately making me feel safe and less alone. “I know, this place can be overwhelming, especially on your first night,” she said softly. “I’ve got you”

Her words, combined with the sincerity in her voice and the comfort of her hug, made me feel a sense of relief and gratitude. I believed her…  I knew was in good hands.

She smiled, took my hand, and led me back to the room I had lost her in earlier – a massive, tiled area that took up the majority of the basement. The room was a lively hub with plush couches, sleek coffee tables, and large wall mounted TVs and even a small bar area in the corner, stocked with an array of drinks, and the air was completely filled with laughter as she took me across the room. 

Tabitha guided me to the far corner, where a small hallway branched off with a door on the right and a door on the left. “Bathroom’s on the right,” she said, pointing. “And if you need to change or whatever, there’s a changing room on the left.”

I thanked her, and she left me to my devices. I locked myself in the bathroom, took a deep breath, and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright and wild, and of course my crotch was completely soaked. What the actual fuck Molly?

Despite the drug haze, I took another deep breath, cleaned myself up, and smiled at myself in the mirror, trying to reset. I needed to calm my racing heart and steady my nerves. I could hear cheering and loud music from outside the bathroom.

I took a deep breath, readying myself for whatever awaited me. I opened the door and stepped back into the huge, now smoke filled room. I could feel the bass again, throbbing into my chest. The air was thick with weed smoke. A massive cone, as big as a damn torch, was being passed around, and the room was a sea of bodies, but thankfully, no one was sprawled out on the floor in there. So I claimed a spot on the couch for myself.

That’s when I spotted Dante, Wyatt’s wild friend I knew from math class. He was deep in conversation with a stunning Latina girl, her laughter ringing out as he regaled her with a story. I leaned in, eager to eavesdrop.

“So, we’re up on the roof of Goodwill, right?” Dante was saying, his eyes wide with dramatization. “Music blasting, drinks flowing, having a fucking blast. Then, this guy bursts through the hatch, shouting at us to get down. I panicked and did something insane…I jumped off the fucking roof!”

I couldn’t believe it. Dante was crazy, but that’s absolutely insane! He had to be injured, but I guess he was playing it cool, pulling out videos of their rooftop escapade from his phone. I couldn’t believe he was telling the truth! I recognized that Goodwill; it was right off the road from our school. Everyone in the room knew the place, and laughs erupted as he showed the videos around.

“We got booze!” someone yelled from the other room, and I glanced over to see the smoke had thinned out enough to reveal the action unfolding against the wall. A guy and a girl were making out, her back arched, breasts pressing into his chest as she dry humped him like a woman possessed. His hand was down her pants, fingers moving quickly, coating his hand with her wetness, so wet I could hear it from where I was sitting… With his other hand, he pinned both of her wrists above her head, his strong grip keeping her captive while he explored her body.

Her moans were desperate, escaping her swollen, red lips despite his attempts to muffle them with his mouth. Her breath hitched in short, needy gasps, and the desire in her eyes was palpable. Her hips moved in rhythm with his fingers, seeking more friction, more pleasure. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, roughly pulling down her leggings, revealing her bare ass and glistening pussy. No panties in the way, just smooth, wet skin.

He dove in, his tongue licking and sucking, fingers spreading her open. She laughed, a breathy, pleased sound, and ran her fingers through his hair, urging him deeper. The obscene, erotic sounds of his tongue fucking her filled the air, sending a shiver down my spine. I looked up from her pussy, and she was staring right at me, a smug, satisfied smile on her lips, her eyes glazed with lust. She grabbed his face, pulling him deeper into her pussy, fucking his face with fierce intensity.

I turned away, pulling out my phone and pretending to text, jotting down the music playing to distract myself from her moans. The music was very slow and sensual, the bass throbbing in time with my pounding heart. I could still hear her – her moans, her pleas, her breathy commands – and it sent a wave of heat through my body, making me ache with a desire I hadn’t known before.

The lyrics were minimal, almost angelic, not doing enough to distract me as it repeated:

“X, ohhhhh””X, ohhhhh”

The pounding music and wet, eager moans merged into a raw, erotic beat. Each throb of the bass echoed the rhythm of their bodies moving together,

I eventually stood up, trying not to look back at the couple, because I’m awkward as fuck, but the sounds of their fucking followed me… his hips slapping against her ass, the wet, obscene noises of their bodies connecting.

 Plap plap plap. 

And now her muffled moans as he covered her mouth with his hand… well now that’s considerate. I mean wouldn’t want to be rude to the people around you by being too loud, not like you’re just openly fucking in the middle of a party or anything!!

…and not like I can hear your cock slamming into her.. or her moans as she sucks on your fingers… or… now that I’m looking again, the cum dripping out of her pussy down to the tile…

Aahhhh why is that so sexy

I pushed through the crowd, making my way to the door leading back to the bedroom, where the cheering had been earlier. I was still on the hunt for someone specific, and my heart sank when I didn’t spot him in the next room.

But hey, the room had transformed a bit since I was last in there; the energy had shifted. More people were on their feet, and I noticed Jeanluc, Wyatt’s other rooftop adventurer, putting a box of booze on the table. He grabbed a bottle of rum and danced over to the dark haired girl with the glowing eyes I’d seen earlier, who was still sitting on the ground. Dropping to his knees, he kissed her, and with that as a distraction, she snatched the bottle from him and chugged at least a quarter of it. Jeanluc cheered her on, “Kristeena’s getting fucked up!” The room erupted in cheers again.

ohh… So, that’s Kristeena.

My mind flashed back to the story Tabitha had shared with me – Kristeena, the dominatrix. She was intimidating as hell now that I saw her, absolutely gorgeous.. way prettier than me anyway..

God, where’s Tabitha?

As if on cue, as the music changed, Tabitha was there, grabbing my hips and pulling me into her arms. She danced seductively, our bodies moving together like we’d done this a million times before. She was slow and sensual, grinding against me, her lips nearly brushing against mine. I matched her moves, trying to be sexy and cute in case he was watching from somewhere in the room 

She pressed against me, singing the lyrics to the song under her breath, putting on a sensual performance while her eyes stayed locked onto mine:

“If they don’t let you in, you know where to find me.”

The other girls dancing around us joined in, singing with her:

“If you want to go again… You can always call me.”

The atmosphere was heating up again, and I was right in the middle of it, my heart pounding with anticipation. I recognized this song from the CD Tabitha had me listen to on the way over; it was unlike anything I’d normally listen to on the radio, but hey, I was loving every minute of it.

Tabitha leaned in, her lips almost touching mine. Remembering our ‘kiss that wasn’t a kiss’ moment, my stomach fluttered thinking of how far things went earlier, and not wanting to lose myself again, I let out a little laugh, politely pulling away. 

She smiled in response, pulling me back in, our bodies flush against each other once more. She placed a little white pill in my mouth, and I took it, not wanting to tell her no again so soon.

The room spun slightly as the pill kicked in, and I felt a rush of warmth and excitement. Tabitha’s touch was electric, her body moving against mine in a way that was both innocent and incredibly erotic. I was lost in the moment, the music, and the sheer intensity of it all… again…

Kristeena, with her mesmerizing golden eyes, appeared out of nowhere, shot glass in hand. “Here you go, Molly! So nice to meet you,” she said, clinking her glass against mine. We downed the shot, and it burned like hell, but I felt… so fucking alive.

Everything started to feel surreal, too soft and too sharp at the same time. The room spun, and I was hit with a rush of emotions – curiosity, breathlessness, a slight daze. But I wasn’t unhappy. In fact, I was feeling great.

Wait, how did she know my name? And why did this all feel so familiar?

Then it hit me – this was straight out of Tabitha’s story. The drinking, the pills, and now, Kristeena. A shiver of nervous anticipation ran down my spine as I remembered every raw, intense emotion that story had shown me. I was nervous at the idea of that story repeating itself…

A crash from the other room snapped me out of my daze. Tabitha took off to investigate, and I needed a moment to collect myself. I headed for the door leading to the porch, following Jeanluc, who looked like he was heading there too.

As I passed the other room, I glanced in and saw Dante and the stunning Latina girl going at it on the couch I had been sitting on earlier. Her bare tits bouncing wildly against the sofa, her hair covering her face as she got fucked hard from behind. Dante’s hand reached up, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back towards him, forcing her to arch her back and expose her face for everyone to see. She let out a loud, shuddering moan, crying out at her embarrassment, her body bouncing with each brutal thrust. He was making sure everyone saw just how much she was enjoying it, how much of a slut she was for him in front of all these people.

I felt a rush of heat, a mix of shock, arousal, and embarrassment. I was getting so fucking wet watching her, seeing her like this – so raw, so animalistic. She looked so innocent before, but now… now she was a sexy porn star, and knew exactly how to use her body. She was arching her back and rolling her hips in a way that left me breathless. Her moans were soo loud.. I…was getting so turned on watching her

I had to force myself to look away and I stepped out onto the porch, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. My heart was racing, and I heard her let out a shaking scream as the door shut behind me.

My God…

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. It was beautiful out there – a large deck stretched out underneath my feet, layered with thick blankets and swaying sheets hung from the beams above, dancing in the wind. Even here, people were making out in the dark corners, the party seeming to have no borders. For all I knew, people were fucking out there in the grass too lol

And then my heart skipped a beat.

I finally saw him.