Up until this point my experience had been minimal, with either gender.
It wasn't that people didn't give me the attention or that I wasn't interested, it was more a lack of that miracle drink, alcohol.
Don't get me wrong I'd had been drunk plenty of times but with Scottish heritage and an early penchant for whiskey my tolerance was far too high to have been paraplegically drunk, yet.
This mad pick n mix of nutters, drunks and addicts was where I would lose my virginity.
I had been steadily getting more and more drunk without realising it, allowing people to top up my drink with god only knows what.
I'd decided to get hammered, why? Because I'm young and stupid and all other associated clichés.
Then she walked in.
It was a pimps and whores party so none was wearing much but she was definitely going to get arrested.
She had beautiful clear skin with a hint of a stomach, small but perfectly round breasts and her hair, a fantastically badly bleached yellow colour that for some reason worked.
I was introduced by the host after nearly having a panic attack and we both sat chatting away, but more importantly, drinking.
We stayed like that for an age until we both decided to get a cigarette. 'Fuck.' I couldn't really stand. I'd drunk nearly half a bottle of Jack Daniels and what was left of my Glen Fiddich. We got into the garden and sparked up, I couldn't help but fixate on her lips and fingers and what they might feel like.
The lads started to notice the little lesbian moment and knowing that we both swung both ways decided to try it on for a threesome.
That's what made us leave.
That's what lead us to find the room at the top of the house.
The room with an inside lock.
Upon finding the Holy Grail we both ran in and fumbled at the lock before turning that onto each other. What little clothes we were wearing were now forgotten on the floor. I told her I was a virgin. She smiled and slowed down.
I had never been part of so much passion but as she touched my breasts I couldn't sit back anymore, I started kissing back just as furiously and tried to touch her as much as she was me, but she just pulled my hands away and insisted she take care of me.
As her finger entered me I though my entire body must be swelling, that full feeling spreading right to my fingertips.
Then another.
Then a twis*uh*t. Fuck. Who ever said the G-spot wasn't real needed to play cave explorer sometime.
She kept massaging the same spot moaning nearly as much as me our faces almost touching, I couldn't take it. I grabbed for her nipple and worked my way down. And then…
It felt like every cell in my body was writhing in ecstasy and I couldn't control my moaning. She started shuddering with me and we both finished soon after, her fingers still in me.
We lay like that for what felt like hours but was probably just a minuet or so. Finally she pulled them out, much to my disappointment, and started reassembling her clothes before handing me mine.
Was this it?
What do I say? What do I do?
After I had finished putting on the rest of my clothes and she hers we both turned to each other, leaned in and kissed. We then joined hands and left, into the flurry of people waiting their turn.