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Away from the slutty super friends, I get a sober moment of regret as I wash my hands.

I think about Kaylee and start to feel bad. I mean, it’s not like I made a commitment or anything to her… we did only just meet. But Kaylee is great. She is cool and my friends love her, and she likes me. She likes me and I kissed her.

Christ…

I kissed her and made out with two other girls.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I wash my hands and realize what I just did. I curse myself momentarily and proudly promise that I will not return to the slutty super friends. Instead, I will go to Kaylee. I will not tell her what I did of course, but I will certainly not let it happen again.

I find Kaylee standing alone by the bar. I sneak up behind her, which is surprisingly hard without a good sense of equilibrium, and in a stern yet slurred voice say: “Excuse me ma’am, is this yours?” She turns around, startled at first, but quickly grins when she realizes it’s me.

I’m holding up my cell phone, with her text on it. It reads: “You are a good kisser.”

“Maybe,” she says coyly.

It takes only a moment for us to end up kissing again. The bartender interrupts us to tell us to order a drink or get the hell away from the bar.

We pound two more shots and the whole world starts to feel very distant. I realize that those last shots were a mistake and I make a mental note to drink nothing but water the rest of the night—I don’t want to overdo it tonight.

Suddenly Jules bursts in and tells us everyone else is on the dance floor. Before I even get a chance to order a water we’re back on the dance floor.

The dancefloor is a haze of lights and sound. The whole world is spinning and gyrating. Kaylee is pressing body into mine. I realize that I’m having trouble concentrating and that maybe those last two shots were a bad idea.

I move my hands up and down Kaylee’s body, pressing them on her hips, and pushing her ass into my groin. I brush her hair aside and breath gently on her neck. She swoons and twists her head back to kiss me. This quickly devolves into making out on the dance floor.

Consciousness drifts in and out, and my experience on the dance floor becomes a fog of grinding, touching, booty grabbing, and kissing. At different points I find myself dancing with other friends, with Kaylee, and for some reason I somehow get pulled into a few different groups.

I have images of girls telling me that they respect my button, and then immediately dancing with me. A mixed group of friends tells me I’m funny and start to dance near me. And I spot two heavyset chicks spying me from the edge of the dance floor, licking their lips.

In fact, as I momentarily drift out of my drunken daze, I realize that I’m getting way more attention tonight than I ever do at clubs.

Kaylee is grinding into me heavily and I’m at the familiar point of rubbing my hands over her breasts. I push her hair aside to whisper something into her ear when I suddenly realize something is very wrong: Kaylee does not have blond hair… yet the girl I’m grinding with does!

She pushes her ass firmly into my crotch and pulls one of my fingers into her mouth.

I’ve stumbled into a window of soberness and I realize that I’m cheating on Kaylee… again!

I attempt to separate myself from this random girl I’m dancing with but I realize that someone else is grinding into me from behind. I literally stumble out from between two girls on the dance floor.

“What the fuck…” I mumble to myself.

The blond quickly pulls me back though. She says something about what I promised her. I have no memory of ever talking to this girl before. But I realize that I’ve been dancing with her for at least the past five minutes.

Suddenly two more girls show up on the dance floor holding drinks. They call me by name and hand me “the drink I wanted.” I have no idea who these girls are or what drink I asked for. They introduce me to two more of their friends. They tell me that Tina is the single friend and she blushes as we meet.

I realize that I need to find my friends. I need to stop this. I am too drunk to continue on here, to trust my own decisions. I need to find Kaylee, I need to get out of here, and I need to end this night immediately.

It takes me only five minutes before I find myself making out with Tina.

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