Drunk Girl

I opened my eyes and pulled my lips from Charlie’s.

“You seem a little drunk,” I said, descending from the balls of my feet, having elevated myself for our kiss. I rested my hand on the bone jutting from her bare hip. “Do you want to sit down?”

“No, I’m not drunk,” she slurred, shaking her shoulder-length blonde hair. She opened her eyes and glanced at my nude body. She looked away. “I think I need to find Deidre.”

I looked over my shoulder. “How about I find Deidre and have her join you on the couch?” I offered. “You can sit right here. On the couch. See?”

“Sure, thanks.” Charlie closed her eyes and leaned back against the corner where I had discovered her.

“Charlie?”

“Huh?”

“Can I escort you to the couch?”

She shook her head. “I’m not drunk.”

“I know, I believe you. But if you sit, then I can find Deidre.”

She looked around. “Yeah, I want Deidre—she is so fucking hot, isn’t she?”

“She is, she certainly is.” I took Charlie by the elbow. “Come on, let’s sit you down and I’ll find Deidre.”

Charlie looked at my hand on her arm, then suddenly lurched forward. I instinctively braced myself to catch her, but she caught her step. She seemed to forget my presence as we crossed the room. She fell into the couch, finding herself seated next to “Bad” Erik.

“Hey,” she gushed.

“Hiya, Charlie,” Erik said, putting an arm around her shoulder.

Our brief encounter against the wall had been one of the few times I had seen Charlie upright that evening. I had been tripping over her, literally, as she had spent so much of the night on the floor making out with her Deidre.

Charlie had been nervous about attending her first sex party with her ex-boyfriend, and current fuck buddy, Eric. She had quickly bonded with Deidre—like her, a lithe blonde, a total knock-out—who had arrived with Charlie, Eric and Eric’s best friend, Erik.

Deidre was new to the three of them, and new to our group, but no stranger to sex parties. She made herself at home, commandeering her nouveau clique at the party. Her new friends were taken by her beauty and confidence.

Charlie had quickly decided that Deidre would be her role model and, as she drank, her new best friend.

When Deidre undressed, Charlie followed suit.

When Deidre and Erik started fucking, Charlie climbed on top of Eric.

Deidre poured a mix of crème de cocoa, half and half and rum. Charlie sucked them down like milkshakes.

Charlie relaxed to the sweet buzz in her head. By the time I discovered her leaning against the wall, she had lost all inhibitions about being nude in a room of strangers. She welcomed the attentions of the blonde guy who lived there, before I realized she was a little too tipsy to even notice my fingers on her bare flesh.

There’s little joy in touching beautiful women who barely register your presence.

Of course, before she got tanked, I had done my part to make Charlie feel at ease.

I had checked in with the foursome in the kitchen shortly after everyone was nude. I joined in their flirtatious conversation. Charlie was clearly already enamored of Deidre. I joked that we should pretend Deidre was not really all that.

“Are you kidding?” Charlie asked, apparently missing my facetious tone. She leaned forward to Deidre’s face. “You are so fucking hot. I fucking have to kiss you.”

Deidre looked up from her bartending. “Why don’t you, then?”

Charlie kissed Deidre.

“You two are killing me,” Bad Erik smiled.

“Death, that’s what it is,” I agreed. “Hot sexy death.”

Charlie looked over at me, her eyes wondering what the hell I was talking about. She only pondered it for a moment before closing her eyes to focus on Deidre’s tongue in her mouth.

Deidre pulled Charlie down. They lay back on the kitchen floor, their legs wrapped around one another.

“Well . . . shit,” Good Eric grinned.

Bad Erik looked into his glass. “What’s in this drink, anyway?”

I looked at Eric and Erik, suddenly struck by the timing of their Hope and Crosby exchanges. I joined them for a moment in watching the Road to Blonde Lesbians before excusing myself to check in on my charge for the evening.

I had recently cleaned up some computer files and updated my email notification system for the sex parties. In the process, I had caught up with some people I had not spoken to in a while.

Tammy was among that group.

Tammy proved to be an interesting person to have met in the context of orgies. Jake brought her to her first sex party at my place about a year before. He had met her on Craig’s List or someplace.

As we talked at that party, Tammy had spoken of growing up in a famous family, a situation that had her spending most of her childhood abroad. She was matter-of-fact about her rather unusual life, even as she was nervous about this new turn that brought her to an orgy of strangers.

“Maybe I’ll just watch tonight,” she had said. “I really think I should lose twenty pounds or so before I undress in front of people.”

“Whatever you like,” I had replied. “Just let me know what I can do.”

It turned out that what I could do was take turns with Jake as we fucked her breathless.

“Wow, you are so loud when you orgasm,” I remarked.

“And you cum a lot,” Jake added.

“Yeah,” she gasped. “Lots of singers in the family. Strong lungs.”

Now, she was back to the party, still nervous but eager to break a long stretch without sex.

“You are my charge tonight,” I told her. “If you need anything, I’m your man.”

“Oh thanks!” she replied. “I suppose I’ll just watch, though.”

“Of course.” I kissed her cheek, whispering, “Like last time.”

She giggled.

Mitzi also had a special responsibility that night. Her friend Lauren had called to say it was over with her boyfriend. She was blue about it, and stuck at work until late. Mitzi wanted to be a good friend and offer to listen over drinks, but she was already at the orgy.

“Hey, wait, you are in the neighborhood,” Mitzi said. “Come over here. We can talk at the party.”

“You want me to come to an orgy?” Lauren hedged. “Thanks, but . . .”

“No, just come for shits and giggles. You can watch the naked people, and we can talk on the terrace.”

Lauren sighed. “Shits and giggles?”

“The shittiest giggles ever,” Mitzi laughed.

“Fine,” Lauren said. “But I’m not so much as removing my coat.”

I was in the kitchen freshening my bourbon when Lauren arrived. “Jefferson, you remember Lauren,” Mitzi said.

Mitzi had pulled on a black dress.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, bussing Lauren’s cheek.

“Well, we’ve met before,” Lauren replied. “But you were wearing clothes that time.”

I looked down. “Oh yeah, I remember wearing clothes. That was you I met that time I was dressed, huh?”

Mitzi offered her friend a drink as we chatted.

Lauren was bemused by the incongruity of meeting her friend at an orgy. True to her word, she remained firmly buttoned in her coat.

She looked stylish, actually, with her short reddish hair, trim coat and glimpses of the business clothes underneath.

Mitzi handed a drink to Lauren. “Come on,” she smiled. “Let’s go talk on the terrace. You want to join us, Jefferson?”

“No, thanks. Y’all enjoy your girl talk. I’m around if you need me.”

They made their way to the terrace.

I stepped over Charlie and Deidre carpet-diving on the rug. “How are you holding out, Tammy?” I asked.

She looked up from a conversation with someone on the couch. “Oh, I’m great, thanks. Don’t worry about me.”

“All right, then,” I nodded. “I hear a spanking in the bedroom. Mind if I go watch that? You can join me if you want.”

Tammy smiled. “I’m fine, thanks.”

In the bedroom, I found Jeremy and Bianca, friends of Dacia’s who were joining us for the first time.

Jeremy sat in a chair, facing his lover, Bianca, and holding her in embrace. She leaned over his shoulders as Bugs worked her over with a cane.

I stood close to examine Bugs’s handiwork.

“You really do give the best canings,” I admired.

“Practice, that’s all,” she said, caressing Bianca’s striped buttocks. “Step back, please.”

I sat on the bed to watch as Bugs delivered a blow. Bianca jolted slightly into Jeremy’s neck.

He whispered words only she could hear.

The room was quiet and still but for the landing of strikes, Bianca’s whimpers and Jeremy’s whispers, and the faint murmur of traffic below.

I sipped my bourbon slowly.

The still was broken by a sudden bang against the hallway wall, followed by a fleshy crescendo on the floor.

Charlie and Deidre giggled. Their laughter rose uproariously upward.

Bugs looked up at the noise just outside our door.

Deidre caught her breath before issuing an “ow.” This sent the two of them into more convulsions.

“I don’t know where that fucking doorknob came from,” Deidre laughed.

“Me either,” Charlie panted.

“I don’t have so many fucking doorknobs at my loft,” Deidre said, hitting the wall. “Maybe that’s better for orgies.”

Charlie drew quick breaths. “Dude!” she said, sitting up and lifting her voice in excitement. “You should so have parties like this! You are way hotter than anyone here. I mean, what’s up with that fat chick?”

Bugs looked at me, her cane resting on a shoulder.

“Nice,” I said, standing. “Would you excuse me?”

“Do what you’ve got to do,” Bugs nodded.

She lowered her cane to Bianca with a sound thwack.

I stepped into the hallway. Deidre and Charlie were tangled in one another limbs, kissing against one corner of the floor.

I kneeled beside them. “Hey, excuse me. Excuse me. Charlie?”

Charlie looked up and focused on my face. “Oh hey, it’s you.”

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you two okay? I heard a pretty loud bang.”

Deidre rubbed her hip. “Yeah, we’re fine. But your fucking doorknobs are vicious bitches.”

“I keep meaning to tame them,” I smiled. “But hey, would you two mind keeping your voices low? I hate to bother the neighbors.”

“Oh,” Charlie whispered. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I said, rubbing her hair. “Just keep kissing and you should be fine.”

“Gotcha,” Deidre said. She took Charlie back to her lips.

I rubbed her shoulders, then stood and headed to the living room. I’d have more to say to Charlie later, I thought, but there was no point when she was drunk, naked and kissing a girl on my floor.

I found Tammy gathering her things at the door.

“Are you heading out?” I asked, touching her arm.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “It’s getting late.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“To a point.” She looked to the living room. “I liked meeting Bianca and Jeremy. And Mitzi was very nice.”

“Yeah, Mitzi rocks. And Bianca and Jeremy seem very nice.” I looked down. “Sorry about Charlie. She’s just, you know, excited and drunk.”

“I know, no big deal.” She kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry about it. It’s late anyway. I was just going.”

“Let’s talk tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She opened the door. “All right, see you.”

“’Night, Tammy. Thanks again for coming.” I closed the door after her.

I heard Charlie and Deidre giggling.

I headed to the terrace.

“Hello, Jefferson,” Mitzi said, blowing smoke toward the street. “We’ve just been chatting with Bad Erik.”

I nodded to Erik and Lauren. “Ah, glad to see everyone getting acquainted.”

“Uh huh, it’s very chummy,” Lauren nodded.

“I was just telling them about this place in the islands,” Erik said, gesturing with his glass. He was wearing boxers.

Erik continued his story, speaking directly to Lauren. She listened, her face frozen. She crossed her legs, adjusting her coat underneath her.

I looked at Mitzi. She nodded.

Erik was making moves on Lauren.

I smiled to Mitzi. We knew that was a dead end. But as long as it amused them, it was harmless enough.

Erik finished his story. Lauren nodded and turned to Mitzi. “Can I take one of your cigarettes?” she asked. “I don’t smoke, but I’m craving one.”

“Oh, I don’t smoke either,” Mitzi said, offering the pack. “Feel free.”

Lauren lit her cigarette and asked Mitzi about someone they knew in common. I took this for a clear signal that she preferred talking alone with her friend.

Erik looked on, smiling toward Lauren.

I leaned to Erik. “So, I don’t know if you noticed, but it’s getting pretty late and Charlie . . . well, she’s pretty looped.”

“Yeah? I noticed she was knocking ‘em back.”

“Yeah, guess so. Anyway, she’s on the floor in the hallway, if you’re looking for her, making out with Deidre.”

“Hmm, maybe I’ll go check on them.”

“Thanks.”

Erik went back inside. I stayed a moment with Lauren and Mitzi before leaving them to their own conversation.

I found Eric and Erik dressed and collecting Charlie’s things.

“You heading out?” I asked Eric.

“Yeah, I think we’re going out for breakfast in Deidre’s neighborhood.”

“Ah, good. Is everything . . . well?”

“Yeah, it’s all good.” Eric looked under the couch, in search of something. “Hey, sorry if Charlie got too wrecked.”

“It happens to the best of us. As long as everyone’s okay.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

It took some time, but soon Eric, Deidre and Charlie were dressed. Charlie was once more propped in her corner.

Erik had returned to the terrace.

“Hey, Lauren, we’re going out for breakfast,” he said. “You want to join us?”

“No thanks, I’m staying here with Mitzi.” Lauren left her face perfectly impassive. Mitzi smiled at Erik, who seemed not to notice.

“Aw, come out with us,” Erik smiled. “We’ll probably wind up at Deidre’s afterwards. She’s got an awesome loft.”

“I’m sure, but I’m fine here, thanks.”

“You sure?” Erik persisted. “We’re taking a cab, so we’ll be there before you know it.”

“Thanks,” Lauren said, taking a cigarette from Mitzi. “But I’m fine.”

“Bye, Erik,” Mitzi smiled.

“Okay, I guess we’ll see you at the next party then, Lauren,” Erik said, still smiling.

“I doubt it, but okay,” Lauren replied, lighting her smoke.

“All right,” Erik said, stepping inside. “Well, Jefferson’s got our number if you want to ring me.”

“Thanks.”

“Bye, Erik,” Mitzi smiled.

“Okay,” Erik waved. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Lauren waved.

Erik joined Eric and me at the entry. I was shushing Charlie as she talked to Deidre outside my door.

I said goodbye and closed my door, hoping they made it into the elevator without waking my neighbors. I joined Mitzi and Lauren at the terrace.

“Your friend Erik is certainly . . . persistent,” Lauren said.

“I don’t get that,” Mitzi said. “I mean, he was here with two women . . . “

“Two very pretty women who were naked in the next room . . . ,” I amended.

“Right!” Mitzi added. “So why hit on a woman who is fully dressed and clearly not interested?”

“Men,” Lauren nodded.

“The grass is always greener,” I nodded.

“Stupid,” Mitzi nodded.

As we talked, I pondered how I would address Charlie’s indiscretion. I liked her and wanted her to come back, but she had to be careful not to inadvertently insult others.

But, then again, maybe it was a one-time aberration. Maybe she was just drunk and turned on by her hot new friend.

I didn’t know Charlie well enough to know.

I would have to bring this up with her.

Before I could do so, fate intervened.

Charlie and Eric renewed their dating relationship. Charlie wasn’t keen on returning to sex parties.

Of course, that was after they spent that early dawn fucking Deidre and Bad Erik at Deidre’s loft.

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