The room was dark and by the sound of tires on wet streets outside, Julia could tell it had rained without opening her eyes. The incessant beeping of her alarm clock grated at her enough for her to roll across the queen-sized bed and find the button that would stop it. She took a minute to stare up at the ceiling and try to get motivated to leave bed. Mondays are the hardest mornings to get moving, especially after a late night before.
Julia didn't usually go out drinking on Sunday nights but Monica, Julia's best friend, had insisted that they and their other friend Rebecca go out and find some guys and get laid. Sometimes it seemed that getting laid was all that Monica thought about.
The local campus bar district was fairly quiet but there were plenty of people on the dancefloor at the club the ladies eventually chose. The bumping and grinding matched the thumping of the music and sweaty bodies met in a rhythmic dance. Once the ladies loosened up with a drink, they joined the throng. As usual, Monica kept wandering away from Julia and Rebecca, finding some young stud to dance with and frequently returning to the bar for more liquid courage. Julia was content to just dance her cares away regardless of who she was dancing with. At one point Julia was dancing with Rebecca when three young men surrounded Julia, the one grinding behind her while the other two pressed her and Rebecca together. Julia enjoyed the sensation of so much touching, not even caring that three strangers' hands were on her. She closed her eyes and let the music take her, raising her arms and let those hands roam where they wished. The man behind her held on to her hips and she could feel his hardness growing against her ass. Other hands began exploring her chest, fondling her breasts over her blouse. Then a hand was on her knee, slowly creeping up her thigh. Her breath quickened while fingers traced a path ever higher. They found where skin met the cotton of her panties began to rub on her mound. She began to press her hips into the hand, trying to get it to hit the right spot. Cracking her eyes open she found Rebecca facing her, dancing and watching the roaming hands with interest. Just then Monica stumbled into the fray, the stench of vomit hitting Julia. Monica blurted out that she had threw up all over and they had to go. The cab ride home was filled with Monica rambling about never drinking again and how men are such jerks. All Julia could think about were those hands and what could have happened if her friend knew how to handle her liquor.
Julia was still charged up from the fondling when she got into her apartment. A hot, relaxing shower was what she needed but as she lathered soap onto her skin, she wished she had more hands on her. Her own hands slid across her nipples, down her stomach and between her thighs, easily returning her to an aroused state. Before getting too excited and perhaps slipping on trembling, orgasmic legs, she quickly rinsed off, keeping one hand playing within her folds. A hasty toweling off and she scampered into bed to finish what she started. Fantasizing about a dozen manly hands on her skin, she inserted a finger, someone else's finger, and rode waves of pleasure for what seemed like an hour. After washing up and settling back down into bed, her relaxed body was asleep in no time.
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