College party [MF]

I originally wrote this last Sunday for another sub as I was recovering from a bad hangover but mod delete due to included pics so since I took the time to write it, might as well put it somewhere but without the pics this time ;). I added some updated info. This took place last weekend.

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I awoke this morning, my head pounding. Still feeling a little drunk but my head hurt so bad I barely noticed. I cracked opened my eyes and as the blurs formed solid images, I see a messy room with cream colored walls and purple shelves. I realize I have no idea where I’m at. So I rest my eyes some more and begin rubbing my head and neck. During this, I stretch out my extremities and came to realization that I’m in a bed and have no clothes on, only my socks. I can feel that I’ve been laying on my side at the edge of this bed for far too long ‘I’m getting too old for this’ I think to myself. I can hear faint sounds of a distant radio station playing. Damn my head is pounding as I lay there trying to figure out where I am at but the pain makes everything difficult and slow.

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Fragments of memory begin to materialize like short GIF images. The clearest memories was of the day prior and just gets more foggier and fragmented as it went. I remember attending my town’s St. Patrick’s Parade then later being at a bar with my buddy. Playing Carnevil which is an old arcade that’s been there for years. Smoking weed in the parking lot and taking a foxy capsule. (for those that don’t know what it is [http://www.cesar.umd.edu/cesar/drugs/foxy.asp](http://www.cesar.umd.edu/cesar/drugs/foxy.asp)). Meeting new people and a discussion regarding a college party off campus with them telling us we need alcohol, drugs or weed to get in. ‘Ah,That’s it’ I now recall to myself. I’m at someone’s house and there was a party. That explains the unfamiliar room.

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More short clips of memories cross into my mind. I remember the house being very crowded and snorting cocaine off of a guy’s huge forearm. It was shoulder to shoulder in this particular area so this guy just dumps some coke from a bag on his arm, drops his nose in it and I do the same. I remember walking through the crowd drinking 1800 Tequila out of the bottle as I fill a few people’s shot glasses along the way. Random images of people drinking, smoking, vaping as I float through the crowd as if I’m heading towards a destination. My next recollection is having to pee in a bathtub because there’s a half naked girl leaned over with her head in the toilet while a guy snorts several lines of coke off of her back. She was either topless or had on a short top or shirt pulled up, not sure but that actually seemed normal by comparison to other things I saw. In the distance while urinating is the most clear memory I have of the actual party. It’s that of a guy yelling “the leprechaun’s here! Along with a crowd going “wooo!” and “yay” really loudly and I probably don’t want to know what that was about.

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I’m still in bed, trying to piece together enough information to explain why I’m naked. But there are gaps in my memory so perhaps I ingested more than I can recall. For the moment, I’m just trying to piece together the basics. You know, who am I? Where am I? etc while I try to wake up. Eyes still closed, unable to bare the morning light coming in from behind me, I start to recall some of the more unusual sightings like walking passed an Asian guy wearing little more than a red thong with a ST. Patrick’s day hat while carrying a broom. A husky dog with ribbons on it’s tail scurrying off disappearing into the crowd outside with what I think was a pork chop or ham, who knows. The more interesting entertainment came from a circle crowd out on the patio, I only remember catching a glimpse of what was going on but looked like a green haired girl giving the guys surrounding her, blowjobs. I now realize I was one of the few people there not wearing green. At some point I intercept a joint being passed around and take it all the way to the other side of the house before handing it off to some random person. It feels as if in my memory that I’m floating really fast through the crowds like a ghost but it couldn’t have been that fast considering how crowded it was because the rooms weren’t that big but I think I was tripping drunk with this feeling as if I were on my way somewhere which was nowhere other than walking in circles around the house with only occasional mingles and interactions. Finally I remember a girl pulling me by the arm upstairs but I was having trouble climbing them because my feet felt so heavy for some reason and then making out with her at some point while waiting in a line to, I assume, the restroom. Whatever all I was on, was definitely in full effect by this point because normally I would remember every detail if I’m having a good time but instead my memory gets worse as time went.

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I open my eyes and am a little more awake now. I look around the room and see random clutter everywhere. Appears to be a girls room. I see my pants on the floor! ‘Oh thank fucking Jeebus’ I mumble under my breath. My mouth, so dry. I reach out for my pants and Oh lawd! my head really throbs now. The more I move my head the more it hurts. I reach harder and grasp it by the belt pulling it to me. My phone, wallet, keys…yeessss!! Still in the pockets. Hard to believe because my last party spent overnight, someone took my wallet. I sit up to put my pants on and get the strange feeling I’m not alone.

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Turning my neck, I can feel it crackling like rice crispies but feels good to work the muscle. Then I see a naked girl right next to me and she’s starting to move around a bit. Just completely naked, on top of the covers with her arm draped over her head, somewhat facing away from me. ‘Shit!’ I think to myself. I can’t see her face very well but I don’t recognize her at all. She’s of pale skin, petite and small stature. Very sexy little body overall but my head hurts too much to take much notice at that moment. The fact I wake up naked right next to her left me to wonder what went on. I look around, my boxers and shirt are no where to be seen and why is there is a blue smear of paint on my left sock? I put my pants on slowly, quietly as I struggle to keep balance. I still feel a little drunk and very woozy. I stare at the naked girl for another minute trying to remember but it’s so vague, I can’t be sure and my headache doesn’t help. So I snap a shot of her with my phone hoping my friend will recognize her because I know it will eat me alive later on not knowing who she is.

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Pushing my hands into my pockets to straighten them out, I pull out a receipt. Appears to be from a local liquor store. ‘*1800 Tequila Reserva Anejo 750ml $58.06*’ “damn I spent that much?” I whispered to myself out loud. I have no memory of purchasing it. Not right now anyway. I look at the girl again. I can’t remember doing anything so to be sure, I put my finger down my pants to rub on my balls and do the ol’ finger smell test. Sure enough, smelled like pussy. I can only assume with her but who the hell knows at this point. She’s moving around again and for whatever reason I preferred to just not be there when she woke up. I frantically look around the room for my shoes and shirt. Nothing. I walk out and good god, the house is a disaster. I avoid the bare foot traps such as beer cans, bottles, trash, random liquid puddles. A few rooms with doors were mostly closed. In passing I looked into an open room from where the radio was playing. Ah, there’s that Asian guy, out cold still wearing a red thong. I still found the site amusing and reckon he’s quite a party animal and judging by the people passed out in the room with him, his night looked more mysterious than mine. ‘Sad for him’ I think to myself but I had no time to rescue anyone else from the ghosts of shame that now haunted this house.

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I still couldn’t find my shoes but there was copious remnants of drugs and liquor in the house. I gave up and stepped over a girl passed out on the floor to make my way outside. Brrrr, chilly with no shirt on. I dart to my car hoping my socks can withstand the puncture any random lawn objects but I think there was still enough liquor and coke in my system to kill the pain if there was. I hop in my car. My buddie’s ride is still parked next to me so I knew he was here somewhere but he’s on his own, I just wanted to get home to safety and try to salvage whatever dignity might be left.

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Later on my phone I found a few random images I must have taken at the party, most were all blurred as if I was moving around and they didn’t help to enlighten my memory of the party itself but I did find a couple pics of that mystery girl I found naked next to me. One with her taking a pic of me as I’m taking a pic of her because it’s right as her camera flashes. Another one of her giving me head as I’m standing up and a slight blurry one of her getting undressed displaying her boobs for the camera as another visibly drunk girl is leaned in trying to photo bomb. The rest were too blurry or perhaps were taken by accident.

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Hopefully I know more about last night whenever I talk to my buddy though I don’t remember seeing him there. But it’s a bit surreal to wake up in a strange place with strange people with fuzzy memories. It’s been a while since I’ve done that and so after a shower, 4 Excedrine’s, half a gallon of Orange juice and a couple pieces of toast, I’m finally starting to feel like I’m in recovery. All I can do now is nap it off and hope I don’t find any skeletons in my closet later.

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Since I originally wrote that, I have been able remember quite a bit more. I spent quite a bit of time since then trying hard to remember the missing details as I felt this need to find out who the mystery girl laying next to me was as if there was something special about her. I now remember being high at the liquor store and bought the Tequila because I liked the bottle. The cashier seemed suspicious of my drivers license. Baby face here. My intention was to use it and my friend’s bag of weed to get us into the party but we didn’t need it. We walked right in and was quickly invited to snort some coke so I just went ahead and drank the 1800 out of the bottle myself while my friend found himself down in the basement taking ecstasy. I do now at least recall that my mystery girl, at some point later in the night/morning saw me snorting someone’s coke and assumed it was mine asking me if she can have some blow then joking that she can give me some blow too if I wanted. I found myself going down on her outside on the tailgate of an SUV with people nearby. I got hot and sweaty in the house and the cold air felt really good. She was pulling hard on my right ear while exaggerating moans for another girl next to us, whom I assume was filming us on her phone because her LED light was on while the girl I’m eating out is acting as though she is flirting with the camera making faces. A lot of laughing and giggling between them. I’m not sure if this girl with the phone is the same girl that photo bombed my picture but matches what I can recall such as jet black hair, dark skin and thick round ass wearing tight jeans. I now believe that both of these girls were high on ecstasy. My friend that went with me mentioned later that a lot of people there were buying it off of a guy.

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So this is later in the night, I’m very fucked up and had some petite college aged girl on the tailgate with her legs over my shoulders. I’m on my knees feeling the cold moisture of the grass seep through while eating her out but coldness felt good. I have no shirt on but it’s as if I was burning up. Then the other girl pulled my arm to get me up, helping me into the SUV where I swapped places. Either they are I pulled my pants down and she rode on top of me, paying more attention to this other girl with her phone than me. At some point another phone goes off and it seemed so loud. Like disturbingly loud but likely was just seemed that way or the phone was laying next to my head. The girl riding me stops while she is talking to someone on her phone, still sitting on me for what seemed like forever. I can’t recall what’s being said if I paid any attention at all as the other girl remains quiet during the call and now points her phone in my face and that LED light was on blinding me but in my mind at the time I’m thinking it’s a tunnel of light. I see small blue lens flares float by then trickle out like water at my farthest peripheral. Likely the result of the foxy capsule more than the Tequila or coke. This moment through this illusion of a tunnel seemed like it was going on and on with no end as the center and brightest point of this pure white light seemed to swerve in various directions. Likely the result of this girl moving her phone around. I can hear some kind of pop song playing nearby. It sounded so melodic and mesmerizing yet I don’t even like that kind of music. I’m just staring at this light in wonder and awe. This is the only moment of my memory where I recall having visuals and trippy feelings of synesthesia. However I don’t believe my mixture of drugs should have caused such large gaps in my memory so it’s possible I ingested something else as well.

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The girl on me ended her call and they both reacted to it as if there was some kind of inside joke or information about that call. She soon resumed as did her friend’s attention towards her. They are talking. I’m not clear on specifics but the dialogue feels as if it was an interview. Camera girl asking sexual questions as mystery girl answers or maybe it just seemed that way because I was tripping. The LED light shined on her body during all of this and appeared as though there was a small window with light rays from heaven shining through. I was then thinking of how beautiful she was. Her curly locks, fair skin, small waist and curvy hips. It seemed as if she was a divine being emanating from this ray of light. I had the thought that she was an Angel trying to push my soul out of my body as she was riding me. It was quite a religious like experience. Her hands on my chest, looking at her friend, smiling, giggling and fake moaning as she tries to ride harder and faster as if trying to sound like a porn star. In my trip it seemed more like a chant while performing a ritual to harvest my soul.

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I was too fucked up at the time to make much sense of what I’m witnessing but obviously they are either making their own porn video or just goofing around in front of the camera high on ecstasy as I’m just enjoying this Angelic visitation like trip experience. Then it feels as if the entire scene is changing. Like watching a sunset turn to night. Their tones and actions turns softer as their voices get quieter. The camera girl threw her leg over my head and sat on my chest facing her friend whom is now sitting straight up. All I can see are these diamond things on this girl’s jean pockets reflecting faintly in the darkness. The phone’s light in between them leaving mostly a silhouette and shadows then suddenly shuts off and it’s darker. I hear people outside the vehicle having a good time, the music seems as if it’s one long and complicated song that flowed as if made for tripping and I now feel disassociated from my body as if I’m not really there. A starker contrast to the Angelic experience of before. I don’t know for certain what they are doing but they are ignoring me as if I’m just a couch with a dildo on one end. Though I wasn’t thinking this at the time. I was on my own trip. I just feel the pressure of this girl sitting on my chest and her friend grinding her hips as her silky soft pussy strokes my shaft. I can only speculate from their position facing close to each other that they were kissing since I couldn’t see anything but a faint outline of this girls butt on my chest looking straight up the back of her shirt. I felt more like I was viewer through someone else’s eyes than my own. If I ever got off, I don’t recall it at all but aside from the dark haired girls weight on my chest, it felt really good.

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That’s about the majority of what I can remember. So how I got from the SUV to a bedroom naked next to her is quite vague but the pics I have on my phone match being in a room so apparently we moved our fun inside at some point or it happened before we made it outside. Most of the blanks are either gone or too fragmented to form a time line that makes sense. I do recall making out with a blonde girl at the top of some stairs but neither of these two were blonde so that must be someone else and short lived. Once I got home, I slept most of Sunday afternoon into evening. Monday at work wasn’t too much fun either but my friend finally responded to my text during lunch. He didn’t recognize the girl’s pic I sent him nor knew anything about the “leprechaun” that was cheered upon arrival so guess I had my first one night stand with a person I do not know but he did inform me most everyone there were taking ecstasy which probably explains most of the behaviors. I may have ingested it but if I did then I have no memory of it. I almost feel as if I’m in love with this girl and I don’t even know her name. Been thinking of her ever since and am in awe of the mysteriousness of what was really going on in the back of that SUV and in the bedroom. But I know my new found infatuation of her is likely the result of that angelic like trip. So moral of this story is, don’t mix 1800 Tequila with drugs.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b4bfhn/college_party_mf