Several years ago, my old college roommate, Lydia, threw a Halloween party. She had a small apartment, and she invited seemingly everyone she knew. I only knew Lydia, my husband, and another friend from college, Alex. The other 30 or so people were new to me.

My husband and I went as Corey and Topanga from Boy Meets World. I got a vibrant patterned dress from the thrift store and wore a white t-shirt under it and had my hair halfway up in a scrunchie.

Lydia was a vampire, wearing a lot of leather and dark makeup, and she was hot as fuck (as always). It is probably important to note that Lydia was the first girl I ever kissed in college- I know, I know- the roommate? Cliche.

I won't bore you with the details of this party because I barely remember them (Lydia is a bartender and she's very good at it).

What I do remember is this:

Near the end of the night, Lydia and I were sitting in the middle of her floor. About 15 people sat in a circle around us. And in some kind of effort to prove that she wasn't a "good girl," she grabbed my face in both hands and made out with me for a solid 20 seconds.

When we pulled back, she drunkenly yelled, "Look how fucking hot she is! Look at her tits!" But she realized that my tits were completely covered, because I was wearing a crew neck t-shirt beneath my dress.

And without a word, in front of a crowd, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and ripped it down the middle, not stopping until my shirt was fully in half and my cleavage was on display for a room of strangers.

Y'all. I know this sounds fake. It felt fake at the time. It still feels fake. Because all I really remember is the absolute rush of adrenaline and the sudden gush of excitement I felt in my pussy. I don't think I've ever been so instantaneously aroused in my life. I would have let Lydia- or, at that point, any of her friends- do absolutely anything to me in that moment. I was a PUDDLE. I melted in her hands. I'm pretty sure I moaned loudly- not as a performative thing, but as a genuine reaction to the hottest woman I know literally ripping my clothes off. In public.

And I don't even know how anyone reacted! The only faces I could concentrate on were my friend Alex- who seemed simultaneously turned on and deeply amused by how flustered I was- and my husband, who looked like he wanted to fuck me right there on the floor.

And then, somehow.... nothing else really happened. I made out with Lydia a bit more (and I think her boyfriend at one point? I think she also made out with my husband? It was a weird night). I managed to keep the rest of my clothes on.

And then me, my husband, and the remnants of my shirt went home. My husband proceeded to absolutely ravage my desperate, dripping pussy. I don't know if I've ever been so wet in all my life.

Over the years, I have had a lot of fun fantasizing about alternate ways that evening could have played out. I think my favorite is probably a gangbang, but that just feels so unimaginative. Let me know if you have any other suggestions for my spank bank.