grabbed by someone who found me attractive. That’d be something.
Lucy giggled again. She seemed to find me hilarious. Probably because she was still drunk. “If that’s being molested then molest me every damn day.” She slapped her thigh and shrieked as if she thought it was the funniest thing in the world. It was kind of funny though. I let out a little laugh too.
“So are you like dating that guy who grabbed your tit? Or what?” I was intensely curious now as to what exactly her relationship was with these guys.
“What Brodie? Oh no. He just gave me a ride back. I was partying with a couple of the other guys last night.” My head spun. What had she gotten up to last night?
“So are you like… y’know…” I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to ask next.
“Y’know what?” her eyes were beginning to flicker again. I could see she was fading.
“Are you like joining their gang or something?”
Her eyes opened wide again. Apparently I’d said something ridiculous. “Joining their gang? I’m a girl , doofus.”
“So what?” I asked , truthfully. I knew nothing about them. In fact peering out of our second floor dorm window as they dropped Lucy off was the closest I’d ever been to a motorcycle gang.
Her tone was more serious now. It was the most focused I’d seen her that morning. “Only guys can join the actual club. But, there are too kinds of female club associates,” associates? That’s a big word for a drunk girl at 6am , “there’s party chicks, and old ladies.”
“Party chicks and old ladies? Please tell me you’re not an old lady.” I laughed, causing Lucy to grin too.
“Ha ha. Anyway I could be. I mean, I couldn’t, but I could be. If you see what I mean.”
“Nope.” She probably thought she was making sense.
“I mean, an old lady is like a serious girlfriend, or a wife. It means you belong to just one guy. I’m going to be a party chick though. As soon as I’m inis--” She stumbled on her words, “inishishiated. Initiated. I mean. As soon as I’m inished. Initiated.”
“Uhuh.” I nodded. “So what’s that? What’s a party chick?” I was intrigued now.
“A party chick means you can like…” she thought for a second, “party with them. Like, hang out with them in their clubhouse and , you know, party.”
“You keep saying ‘party’. You mean like those lame ass frat parties you kept dragging me to last semester?” I had a feeling she meant something different. A more interesting kind of party.
She laughed again. “No, they party way, way harder. Those frat boys are kids. These guys’ parties are a lot more. Ummm…”
I tried to control my voice. I was excited by the idea of these real men partying. “A lot more what?” I didn’t want to sound too interested. Even though I was.
“Adult.”
“Adult?” My breath was a little more shallow than before. I wanted her to tell me more, tell me exactly what she got up to. With the state she was in I could tell she hadn’t just been dancing, she’d clearly been doing something much more interesting.
“Alright. Well s ince I’m drunk I’ll tell you. Okay?” She didn’t wait for a response. “Those guys… and the party chicks… they’re wild. I mean, really wild. I saw a girl get ini—I saw a girl become a party chick last night. Guess what I saw her do?”
God it sounded exciting. I’d spent the early part of my evening with my limp dicked, possibly gay boyfriend before going back to our room alone and unfulfilled. I wanted to hear it all. “What did you see?” If Lucy had been sober she would have heard the undercurrent of excitement in my voice.
Whenever Lucy came back from one of her wild nights I always got her to tell me about it. Most of my most intense fantasies were based at least somewhat on Lucy’s late night adventures.
“Two guys. I watched this girl get fucked by two guys at once. It was wild! The whole club was cheering them on.” She giggled. I felt myself
Lucy giggled again. She seemed to find me hilarious. Probably because she was still drunk. “If that’s being molested then molest me every damn day.” She slapped her thigh and shrieked as if she thought it was the funniest thing in the world. It was kind of funny though. I let out a little laugh too.
“So are you like dating that guy who grabbed your tit? Or what?” I was intensely curious now as to what exactly her relationship was with these guys.
“What Brodie? Oh no. He just gave me a ride back. I was partying with a couple of the other guys last night.” My head spun. What had she gotten up to last night?
“So are you like… y’know…” I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to ask next.
“Y’know what?” her eyes were beginning to flicker again. I could see she was fading.
“Are you like joining their gang or something?”
Her eyes opened wide again. Apparently I’d said something ridiculous. “Joining their gang? I’m a girl , doofus.”
“So what?” I asked , truthfully. I knew nothing about them. In fact peering out of our second floor dorm window as they dropped Lucy off was the closest I’d ever been to a motorcycle gang.
Her tone was more serious now. It was the most focused I’d seen her that morning. “Only guys can join the actual club. But, there are too kinds of female club associates,” associates? That’s a big word for a drunk girl at 6am , “there’s party chicks, and old ladies.”
“Party chicks and old ladies? Please tell me you’re not an old lady.” I laughed, causing Lucy to grin too.
“Ha ha. Anyway I could be. I mean, I couldn’t, but I could be. If you see what I mean.”
“Nope.” She probably thought she was making sense.
“I mean, an old lady is like a serious girlfriend, or a wife. It means you belong to just one guy. I’m going to be a party chick though. As soon as I’m inis--” She stumbled on her words, “inishishiated. Initiated. I mean. As soon as I’m inished. Initiated.”
“Uhuh.” I nodded. “So what’s that? What’s a party chick?” I was intrigued now.
“A party chick means you can like…” she thought for a second, “party with them. Like, hang out with them in their clubhouse and , you know, party.”
“You keep saying ‘party’. You mean like those lame ass frat parties you kept dragging me to last semester?” I had a feeling she meant something different. A more interesting kind of party.
She laughed again. “No, they party way, way harder. Those frat boys are kids. These guys’ parties are a lot more. Ummm…”
I tried to control my voice. I was excited by the idea of these real men partying. “A lot more what?” I didn’t want to sound too interested. Even though I was.
“Adult.”
“Adult?” My breath was a little more shallow than before. I wanted her to tell me more, tell me exactly what she got up to. With the state she was in I could tell she hadn’t just been dancing, she’d clearly been doing something much more interesting.
“Alright. Well s ince I’m drunk I’ll tell you. Okay?” She didn’t wait for a response. “Those guys… and the party chicks… they’re wild. I mean, really wild. I saw a girl get ini—I saw a girl become a party chick last night. Guess what I saw her do?”
God it sounded exciting. I’d spent the early part of my evening with my limp dicked, possibly gay boyfriend before going back to our room alone and unfulfilled. I wanted to hear it all. “What did you see?” If Lucy had been sober she would have heard the undercurrent of excitement in my voice.
Whenever Lucy came back from one of her wild nights I always got her to tell me about it. Most of my most intense fantasies were based at least somewhat on Lucy’s late night adventures.
“Two guys. I watched this girl get fucked by two guys at once. It was wild! The whole club was cheering them on.” She giggled. I felt myself
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