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When I was in college, my roommates and I borrowed a van from my boss at the sub shop I worked at, packed a few clothes, a cooler and took off for the experience of a lifetime at Mardi Gras. We drove 11 hours down to Louisiana and parked on the street near Tulane University. After the long drive we wasted no time and immediately found a local watering hole to toss back a few. As the sun went down and we made our way to Bourbon Street where the atmosphere was electric. People filled the street. The parade was going on in the background and beads were flying. Bodies touching bodies, some dressed, and some not, as we all tried to maneuver overselves thru the crowded streets. At one corner, we looked over to see a man completely naked on all fours bucking and acting like a wild horse. Everyone was chanting and egging him on as our group watched in shock and surprise at the craziness going on around us. After seeing our fill of nakedness we decided to try our luck at one of the bars and our group made our way inside leaving the street party to escape for a break from the madness. We were all full of excited energy never being exposed to anything like Mardi Gras we were chatty, laughing and by this time pretty damn drunk. It was at about this time we realized one of our girlfriends was missing. Now this girlfriend, I will call her “Daisy,” was known for disappearing. Hell, in college it was not uncommon to find her passed out on the road down the street from our apartment or for her to walk into our apartment drunk with a boa constrictor around her neck. The kind of girl you didn’t really care to lose but we all knew this was a different environment and that we had to find Daisy. Several of us headed out of the bar and after a few minutes Daisy turns up with about 100 beads around her neck. We know she has been showing her tits and we caution her to stay with us and to come inside the bar. She obliged but she is wasted and it isn’t long before she wanders off again. In the meantime, back in the bar, the girls and I are enjoying another signature cocktail and I meet “David”. I will call him that because I am ashamed (not really) to say I don’t actually remember his name. But as the night goes on, the music continues to play on, and I continue enjoying David’s company. He asks me to come with him. Sadly, since I am quite buzzed, not one alarm bell goes off and I follow him up to his hotel room. Now I am not what you would call a slut but I wasn’t a virgin either and I definitely wanted to know where any dick I fuck had been so I mentally decide this can’t go all the way but that it will be ok to have a little fun and to keep control of the situation. We start kissing and head into the bathroom. He is kissing my neck, pulling on my shirt and I can tell he is fully aroused and wanting more. I decide to take off my pants and hop up on the bathroom sink with my knees wide open I start to stroke myself in front of David. David is really turned on and I encourage him to pull out his dick and start masterbating so I can watch. He eagerly obliged and as I continue to rub my clit he starts jacking off. I propped one of my leg legs up on the counter to get a better angle and he goes crazy sending him over the edge pretty quickly. After he finishes my buzz has started to wear off and I realize I should get back to my group that I know is going to kill me for leaving So we make our way out of the bathroom and who do I see making out with a random guy on the couch but my roommate Daisy. I grab her and take her with us and as we enter the bar I am angrily approached by my group who proceeds to lecture me on the do’s and don’ts of leaving with a strange guy. A lecture I could hear myself reciting to anyone of them as well. But this time I turned the tables and went a little wild during an unforgettable night at Mardi Gras. Hopefully “David” still tells the story and remembers me fondly.