It’s cool. We’ll go back and make sure that asshole doesn’t come over here while you call a cab or something.”It was a terrible idea. She knew...that. Going into a hotel room with seven guys she’d just met was a recipe for disaster. The thought terrified her, but she couldn’t deny that her nipples were hardening and an ache was building between her legs.Brian said, “Love to see how many times we could make you come.”“I ... I...” Carrie stammered as she glanced around at the hot guys surrounding. Last month, my parents were out of town for a business meeting and I was staying alone at home so my best friend decided to come over for a sleepover. We got some drinks and food ordered and watched Netflix for a long time until we got high.I was wearing a noodle strap spaghetti with shorts that barely covered even my ass and my best friend, she was wearing loose knee length Capri and a spaghetti. The great part about being with girls is you can be completely at ease with your body and so,. “Let’s go to my room,” Kathy said, and we got up and I followed her. We started off playing 5 card draw, and it didn’t take long with just two of us for things to get interesting. I quickly lost a series of hands and was down to jeans and underpants. Then Kathy lost a few; finally we were at the payoff time; no more shoes, socks, or other extraneous items. Kathy lost again, and had to take off her blouse. She unbuttoned it without embarassment and tossed it in the pile. When my fingers rubbed its length and tickled my little clit, it openrf like a flower in the morning, exposing the deep reds of my vagina surrounded by the light pink of my labia.The clit was very tiny. This nubbin however, when stimulated, was bright red when engorged with blood. I often used mirrors in the bathroom, to play with myself, watching how it appeared to open slowly at my touch. Every imaginable movement of my fingers on it seemed to bring about a different appearance of it. With.