It seemed like we were a football field apart! I kept my staring up and he kept catching me, sometimes with that fucking grin. Since I'm writing about this party and not the others where I lustfully pursued boys, you should have already guessed the outcome!Įmoboy settled on a couch across the room. A few drinks or a week without sex can tip the scale. Did it mean, "Hey faggot, it's not going to happen but thanks" or "Yeah, I'm interested too"? If you've ever been bold enough to try finding the answer a few times, you know it can easily go either way. He grinned a little, just standing there looking hot.
Everyone knew they were were probably fucking in their cars (which is hot).Įmoboy eventually made his way back inside, his eyes searching until they found mind. A few twos and threes disappeared into the parking lot, coming back 10-30 minutes later. A few people were making out, and a lot of the guys were following various girls around trying to take them home or to a secluded spot somewhere in the apartment. It was getting late and people were probably as wasted as they were going to get, some of them walking in the door high from the smoke session unfolding outside. I was too drunk to even think about that without puking, so I stayed where I was and talked with one of my friends. We realized that a huge group of people at the party had gone outside to get high, Emoboy among them. I doubted I could get my cock hard enough to fuck with that much alcohol in me, but he seemed fine.I could totally be getting my ass slammed with his dick. He didn't look offended, just indifferent, and soon he was checking my direction just to see if I was staring. I don't think anyone should be surprised!Įmoboy caught me looking at him a few more times. So we made out.what can I say, when I'm drinking I turn into a makeout slut. Next thing you know one of my friends joined in and we're both kissing her. To make a long story a little shorter, my hot girl and I wound up with our lips together. I decided I wasn't going to drink anymore.I already felt like I had too much. We were both drunk and very happy, so we just wandered around talking to people for awhile. I shifted my glance and ended up with my hot girl again. No costume, just a tshirt, pair of dark jeans, and flip flops.
His skin was very white and supple.he looked delicious. I guess I should describe him as an emo boy.his hair was dyed black, though brushed really neatly (don't think crazy emo boy hair), and his lip was pierced. Since I had liquor in me and still felt that way, that must be saying a lot! I was left staring at the guys who were questionable or straight.there's always a catch to be found there. I spotted a few obviously gay guys but they weren't very pretty. My cock stirred a little in my really wanted some attention. There were some hot boys at this party, even if they were wearing costumes and some of their faces were concealed. I started checking people out, and since I was steadily getting closer to drunk it probably wasn't difficult to notice. We went until I was out of chaser, and soon I was really buzzing. Same pattern, doubles for me and singles for her. We mingled with some other people for awhile and chatted with other friends we knew, but before I knew it I was being dragged back to the vodka bottle in the kitchen. I was feeling my liquor within minutes.this was going to be a fun night.
She handed me the shot glass like it was nothing.Īfter getting something good to chase with, I wound up downing a few rounds of shots with my hot doing doubles for every one she did. She was already drunk, so running to the freezer and pouring shots of vodka was easy for her. I didn't know more than a handful of people there (isn't that always the case?), but a really hot girl latched onto me as soon as I walked through the door and made it her mission to get me trashed. I went to a particular party close to where I lived with some of my friends. Add a keg and some liquor and that's even more true.and if you know the host well, that means special shots! Most of these parties are pretty lame, but when you've got 40 or 50 people packed into a little apartment they can be a ton of fun. Parties the weekend before, parties the night of, parties the weekend after.and other parties situated everywhere in between. I guess it's more fun than running around asking for candy, isn't it? -)Īnother fun reality of Halloween parties is that they go on for a week. I have no idea why.but in the sleepy little college town I live in almost everyone seems to get totally fucking trashed for Halloween. :) Halloween parties have to be some of the wildest parties of the whole year.