Not a gang bang or anything, but just having more than one person sexually pleasing me at the same time. Having it all about me, having them serve me,...and please me, and adore me; and one time at a party, this fantasy finally came true. Sort of. The names have been omitted to protect the not so innocent. I walked into the party like I owned the place, dressed to command attention in tight pants and a low cut shirt, looking to find my perfect mark. It was packed, but not too full that one. Do you young ladies need anything? asked the barman, giving them the once over. Both girls were looking around them, trying to physically make themselves smaller. The barman asked again, what do you gals need? One of the men sitting at the table closest to the girls yelled out, maybe theyre too young to know what they want! The man sitting next to him then yelled out, yeah, maybe we should give it to em! At that the whole bar erupted in laughter, until the barman barked for everyone to shut up. Still, for a 17-year-old amateur, I was pretty impressed. Both of our birthdays fell on the following week — which was good because it was an off week from her travels. The U.S. Women's Open was two weeks away and it was being played about an hour from Virginia Beach. I considered driving over, but I knew Bailey wanted time to prepare for the tournament. I did manage to have 18 roses delivered to her hotel room on the morning of her birthday.I had to pay extra to make sure they were delivered. “Let me helpyou.” She placed the back of my hand directly on the center of her. I feltkinky, curly hair against my knuckles. I felt warm wetness and smooth,slippery lips. She pulled my hand firmly against her, squishing my knucklesagainst her vaginal lips. She then began moving my hand up and down,clenching her thighs together, and trapping it there. I felt the smooth,feminine skin of her upper thighs engulfing my hand. She clenched them andreleased them a few times, pulling my hand tighter.