I nodded to my boy Deon and stepped onto the dance floor, pushing my way through the press of undulating bodies as I made my way toward her. The thron... ebbed and flowed around me so I had fleeting, strobe-like glimpses of her as I approached; painted red nails, sculpted legs in tight black jeans and a low-cut, sequinned black vest top that did little to hide the rise and fall of her modest breasts as she danced. Fuck! I could feel myself getting hard already. I moved over, shoving a couple frat. My suggestions that we pull over so I can sit in the back are met with laughter by one and a sour faced silence by the other. Of the two chicks with whom I am sharing the car; one is into me and the other is most definitely not. Fortunately, the one that is into me is tall, tanned and has the body of a gymnast. How did I get here? Well, I am not completely sure. You know those parties that are held by a guy who knows a friend of a friend? Well I am at one of those, drinking beer in the backyard. “Dennis, would you care to join me in a glass of home-brewed brandy?”“Only if you make it a double.”I was tempted to ask for a triple, but I let it pass. A double would do for now.Taking a seat on the rug next to Sheila, I made myself as relaxed as possible. I was no longer as flexible as I had been when I was younger. Moreover, sitting on the floor was hardly my preferred mode of relaxation. I took a taste of the offered spirits. Liquid heaven! It was as smooth as silk, and I could feel it. There have been many very close calls and have been caught topless twice, but this was straight up exposing myself to these four guys."You know you want to," James said as he kissed me passionately. I knew he was right. I'd been so horny this week. I'd been reading some stories where women have been flashing themselves (on the bus, adult store, in a taxi and doing the pizza dare) plus I'd been watching this playboy television show. James ad I had yet to have any real time in bed to enjoy.