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“And then, while I was riding him,” some woman off to my left cried out through constant laughter, “Chuck took me from behind. But we were all so fucking drunk that we fell over onto the floor and fell asleep that way. We were too out of it to finish.”
The woman had short black hair, almost boyish, with a sexy face. Her lips were full and her eyes were big and brown.
“True story. I was on top and suddenly I was on the floor.”
The man who must’ve been Chuck howled with laughter. He turned to look back at Bastian and me and looked confused for a second. I saw that he was quite attractive. He was an older gentleman, probably mid-fifties, and he had a strong, square jaw with sandy blond hair. He looked like he’d stepped out of a whiskey ad.
“Well hello,” he said as he held his hand out to me.
“Um hi,” I said, taking his hand and shaking it.
I expected only that but then he pulled softly on my hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed my knuckles.
“Chuck,” Bastian said. “This is Sunshine.”
“First night?” the girl with the short hair asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Well I’m Kai and you’re gonna love it here.”
“Kai?” I asked.
“With an I,” she replied. “Short for Kaileen.”
“And ain’t she quite the plaything,” a man to her left said as he wrapped his arm over her shoulder.
She turned and gave him a nice, full kiss on the lips.
“This handsome fella is Michael. He’s my…”
She seemed to be looking up at Bastian who stood slightly behind me. At that point she stuttered a bit and then seemed to change whatever it was she planned to say. I’m not stupid. Something was up.
“…my…my…fella,” she finished.
I looked back at Bastian who flashed me a smile.
“Come on,” he said. “We have so many people to meet.”
As he led me away someone brought me a glass of red wine. I accepted it and took a big gulp. I was feeling nervous and I didn’t want to. Everyone seemed to be having such a great time and spirits were so good that I felt guilty for my concern.
Bastian did his best to point everyone out to me. I shook hands with so many people and waved to twice as many from afar. Names went in one ear and out the other.
Olga, a beautiful Russian blonde had a man named Randy’s mouth buried in her neck.
A woman named Renee sat on a foot stool and recited erotic poetry that seemed to be her own. I was thoroughly impressed when she learned my name and incorporated it into her poem.
“Sunshine rises only to be set back on her haunches with his face buried in her snatch.”
It was raunchy and sexy and I have to admit it turned me on seeing a girl named Nichole off to her left, running her thumb over the crease in her panties, with one leg up on the couch arm, not giving a damn that everyone could see what she was doing.
“And that’s Trish,” I remember Bastian saying as another girl with long, straight black hair ran her finger around Nichole’s ear.
The names continued to come at me, one right after the other, but I couldn’t quite soak them all up.
Two women had shot glasses stuck between their big boobs and their men were dipping down to retrieve the glasses with their hands clasped behind their backs. A crowd of onlookers cheered them on.
“I’m next!” another girl yelled as she pulled down her top, revealing big beautiful tits, fully exposed. They were obviously fake but amazing. Some guy next to her, I think his name was Wilson or Willy or something with a W took her tits in his hands and pushed them together while the woman’s friend placed the shot glass between them.
