[This happened on a New Years Eve with my ex when I was 20]
I bounced up the stairs to the train station, feeling my high pigtails swinging behind me and my very short, very preppy skirt grazing the top of my thighs. I knew Nathan was probably watching from behind. I reached the top, turned around, and took the lollipop out of my mouth to smile at him.
“Hurry up!” I called. I was still buzzing from the MDMA we’d taken a few hours earlier – I’d been laughing and dancing and draping myself over our friends, enjoying the warmth and touch of other bodies at the party.
Nathan’s pill had made him quiet instead. I checked on him earlier and he’d said he felt good and relaxed but not particularly energetic – he’d just chatted to some mates while I partied. Later on he admitted that he’d been thinking about fucking me throughout the night, wondering if he could pull me into an empty bedroom with him, but the family of our friend having the party had been home. So eventually he tugged me away from the couch where I was snuggling a girl I’d just met, and persuaded me to leave.