I‘ve been to that party. A small apartment, a lot of people, good vibes. I barely knew anyone there, only a friend who invited me and two more. I got to know this guy, tall, trained, really well dressed. We played a game of beerpong together and came a little closer. Had a conversation on the really small balcony afterwards. Then when we went back inside it happened that we started making out. I don‘t really know if there‘s anything hotter than making out in the corner of the living room of a stranger‘s apartment, while other people are dancing, talking or playing games next to you. Party songs are loudly playing. And you‘re stucked in the moment, feeling hands all over your body, a stranger‘s tongue in your mouth, your lips on theirs.

He lifted me up, still kissing, walking through everyone to the bathroom. Door closed behind us, me sitting on the sink, leaned against the mirror. Him in front, fingering and licking me. Later me in front of him, giving him a blowjob. Just for us to end fucking in the shower with me leaned against the wall.

The music probably was loud enough to drown my moans, but there was still the walk of shame when we left the bathroom. But I didn‘t feel any shame. I felt hot. Pleased. Still aroused. It felt great.