The party didn't get crazy right away, to Natalie's relief. There was loud rock music pumping from the speakers the record player was connected to, and Peter had rigged all sorts of psychedelic lights that bounced off the walls, making Natalie sort of dizzy. She was lucky the party had just started and she wasn't drunk or high yet. She couldn't find Stephen or Peter, who were probably off being hosts of screwing some lucky girls. Natalie just drifted, looking for a familiar face. He navigated her way through the dancing, wild crowd when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She wheeled around, surprised, to see Joni's smiling face.
"Joni!" said Natalie, smiling. "It's good to see you here!"
"Good to see you too!" shouted Joni over the music. The two hugged and Joni said, "This is some shindig, huh?"
"Yeah," said Natalie. "I heard Peter knew how to throw a good party…I just never really imagined it this huge!" It was true—Peter and Stephen's already gigantic house was packed full of people and overflowing to the backyard and pool. Every room was full of people doing God-knows-what and people were still coming in.
"Yeah, Peter's parties are historic," said Joni. "And believe you me, it's only just begun…I don't even think people have started to get naked yet."
"You what?" asked Natalie, snapping back a little bit.
"Yeah," said Joni, taking a couple glasses of champagne from the server (yes, there were fucking servers) passing them and handing one to Natalie. "Peter's usually the ringleader, and then people kind of just follows him. It's usually a hoot!"
"You don't—do you?" asked Natalie. This would prove to be more interesting than she had hoped.
"Nah, I mean, only when I wanna go swimming, but that's about it," said Joni. "I'm not a wild thing."
"I'd beg to differ," said a man who approached the two of them. He was a chubby, jolly-looking fellow with a found face, a mustache, and long, bushy brown hair. He was smiling very widely and looked like the happiest man on earth. "You must be Natalie! David Crosby, nice to meet you!" He took Natalie's hand and kissed it, looking into her eyes.
"That's enough Croz," said Joni, grinning. "Natalie, you know about David, do you?"
"Of course I do!" said Natalie. She was a little starstruck, but meeting people before like Joni and Cass had softened the blow a bit. "It's wonderful to meet you Mr. Crosby."
"Man, call me David, I ain't no square," said David, swatting his hand. "By the way, have you two seen Stephen all night? We haven't jammed in ages man, I need to get my hands on that guy."
Natalie giggled. "I haven't seen him since the party started," she said. "He's probably off somewhere doing something stupid."
"No surprise there," said David. "Well, if you ladies don't mind, I'm gonna go on a search. Catch you two later, I'll be off!" David left, and Joni and Natalie sipped on their champagne. The bubbles went to Natalie's head in a delightful way, but not enough to get her drunk. No—she'd need a lot more for that.
In reality, Stephen was slinking around, trying to keep an eye out for where Peter was so he could find Natalie and put the moves on her without getting caught. Was it a stupid idea? Hell yeah, but he'd take his chances. He slowly drank his glass of whiskey and saw Peter chatting with Micky Dolenz and tried to duck out of sight, but the two saw him anyway.
"Hey Stephen!" said Peter, flagging him over.
"H—hey Pete!" said Stephen, going to meet them. "What's up you guys?"
"Trying to find Natalie," said Peter. "You haven't seen her, have you?"
"Nope! Not at all," said Stephen. Yeah, he wished. Before these guys found him, that is.
"Say Steve," said Micky with a glimmer in his eye. "You haven't been up to anything devious, have you?" He waggled his eyebrows and grinned goofily. Peter hoped Micky was only joking; he knew that Stephen was probably going to go after Natalie tonight despite his warnings not to.
"Of course not!" said Stephen, forcing a smile, hoping it didn't look as fake as it felt. "Why would you think that?"
"'Cause you're a long-haired weirdo like us!" said Micky. "Let's split you guys, I've been itching to see Natalie since Peter told me she was here. Haven't seen her in ages."
"I hope she's doing okay with all these people," said Peter as the three men searched for Natalie. "She seemed excited, but she's damn good at hiding it."
"On top of that," said Stephen. "I still don't know exactly what's wrong. Like…I think you said something about her getting dumped, but there has to be more to it than that! No one goes bananas like that just cause they get dumped, right?" In part, he meant what he said. Something else had to be going on with Natalie, but he was also worried about Judy…he knew he was going to break up with her at some point when she came to California, but he still cared for her enough to not want to hurt her…he hoped he could let her down easy. He didn't want to see her the way he saw Natalie was.
"Look Stephen, if she wants to tell you, she will," said Peter, putting a reassuring hand on Stephen's shoulder. "She still doesn't know you that well, and her trust…well…it kind of suffered from this whole thing."
"That poor girl," said Micky. "I dunno any more than you; Peter didn't tell me much either; but I know she didn't deserve any of the shit that happened to her." Stephen didn't say anything. Maybe he shouldn't try to go after her tonight, or maybe ever. Of course, he changed his mind right away when they found her in conversation with Joni. Damn, that girl was something else.
"Hey!" Greeted Peter.
Joni and Natalie turned around. "Peter!" said Natalie, who was a little tipsy from her second glass of champagne. "Joni and I were wondering where you were!"
"Just around," said Peter, shrugging. "Hey, you remember Micky, right?" The curly-haired man next to Peter waved and smiled warmly.
"Of course I do, hello Micky!" said Natalie, going in to hug him. "Oh, it's been ages, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, it's great to see you again, a real treat!" said Micky exuberantly, shaking Natalie's hand roughly. He looked around Natalie. "Hey there Joni!"
"Hey Micky," said Joni.
"Hey, Joni, get over here!" said Cass, who was over with David and another man Natalie didn't know.
"That's my queue, I guess," said Joni. "Find me later Natalie!"
"Will do that!" said Natalie, who had been given a pipe full of pot by some random partygoer. "Well…I guess this is mine now!"
"Just take it easy kiddo," said Peter. "We don't want you getting to messed up tonight. You're already drunk."
"Am not," said Natalie, although the champagne bubbles were definitely up very far in her head. "I'm not that much of a lightweight!"
"That's not what happened after Monterey," snickered Micky to Peter and Stephen. Stephen wasn't there for that, but he wondered what in the world could have happened with Natalie and a couple drinks.
"That wasn't that bad," said Natalie, who was now sipping at a glass of pinot in her other hand, and definitely slurring her speech, and going into a vagabondish cockney. "Do any of you gentlemen 'ave a light?" She held the bowl out and Micky and Peter looked at each other hesitantly, but Stephen, always the idiot gentleman, took out his lighter and lit the pipe, allowing Natalie to take a long drag from it.
"Wonderful," said Natalie after the curls of smoke drifted from her mouth. "Any 'o ya men want a 'it?" She held the pipe out to the guys. It was strong stuff; it could have also been the alcohol, but as soon as Natalie took the hit, she felt one step more from reality. Stephen took the bowl from her, but couldn't stop looking at her. Not in the way he had been before though; she really looked messed up. Her eyes were droopy, her smile almost maniacal. Maybe she wasn't totally three sheets to the wind yet, but he did know if he tried to sleep with her tonight, even if he didn't succeed, he would be the ultimate bag of trash at the party.
Stephen took his hit and passed it to Micky, who in turn did the same and passed it on to Peter. Peter wanted to be the responsible partygoer this time, mostly because he needed to keep an eye on the damaged Natalie (who seemed to be doing her own damage control in other ways), and the other part to make sure Stephen didn't make an ass out of himself with Natalie. But inside he was a party animal, and him being responsible was not going to happen tonight. Natalie and Stephen could look out for themselves.
"Hey man, you cool?" asked Micky after the group had taken a few more hits. Peter had a lazy grin on his face and glazed over eyes.
"Hell yeah," said Peter. "Man…these clothes…"
"Oh God," said Stephen, thoroughly stoned. "Here we go…"
"Waddya talkin' 'bout?" asked Natalie, who was most definitely wasted.
"Pete's gonna get naked," whispered Micky, who was trying to avert his very red eyes, but cracking up. "I can't believe you've never seen this Nat…" He giggled, and threw his face in his hands.
"You can't be bloody serious," said Natalie, her eyes widening in some sort of horror and slight amusement. But Micky was. No sooner had she spoke when Peter's shirt was off, exposing the little patch of hair on his chest, and then his pants. She tried to look away, but was modestly surprised at him not wearing underwear. Although not erect, she was rather shocked at the size of his penis. Before she could look away, Peter was up and walking around, inciting everyone else around him to also shed their clothes. Of course it was working on some people, and of to one corner of the house they went.
Natalie felt like she had to watch that too. Male and female, a number of naked bodies were becoming entangled with each other, touching, sliding, kissing, caressing. One man was teasing a woman's breasts, while a woman was pleasuring another woman orally between her legs. Natalie was becoming aroused, there was no doubt about that. She kept wondering if she should join, but Peter was there…he was her friend…that was strange. Still, she felt the unmistakable warmness between her legs. Micky was blazed out of his mind; he wasn't looking. Her mind was no longer on Freddie, where it had been all day. Instead, her gaze turned to Stephen, the man who she only seemed to think about when she was high.
Stephen knew the hungry look in Natalie's eyes. He still thought about his last thought…she was wasted, it wasn't right. But I'm wasted too, Stephen rethought. And Peter's off in that orgy over there…and she's looking at me like that…why not? Stephen gestured to Natalie to disappear to a corner. Looking both ways, just slightly paranoid that Peter or Micky would see, she followed Stephen. On the way over, she glimpsed back at the orgy and saw Peter thrusting his cock from behind into a girl who was on all fours. She wondered if she was over there if he'd fuck her too…strange thoughts, but she looked at Stephen again.
"So…" she said, high as a kite, her heart pounding. "We…we doin' it, are we?"
"Hell yeah…" whispered Stephen. He was aroused as ever now, and he didn't care who saw his erection, which was raging at this point, wanting to be deep inside Natalie. He went in for a kiss, but before he could touch her lips, Natalie pulled away.
"Who. Is. That?" She whispered in shock. She saw someone she wanted more than Stephen, and she didn't care who knew it. He was tall and lean, with a thick head of dark chestnut brown hair, piercing dark eyes, and pouty lips. His leather jacket was open, revealing a smooth chest, and his leather pants tight, showing a bulge which was larger than the likes of what Natalie had ever seen.
"That's just Jim Morrison," said Stephen, trying to get Natalie's eyes off of him. He cupped her cheek, attempting to turn her face to his, but her warped mind was fixated on Jim. It was Jim Morrison—from The Doors! Every woman's dream man. She walked away from Stephen, leaving him stranded in the corner, forced to hear the sounds of the moaning orgy and the loud music.
Natalie, worked her way through the crowd, pot smoke, and pumping music to get to Jim; she didn't care how many people she stepped on. She completely forgot about how she felt about Stephen. If she was going to fuck somebody, it was going to be Jim, she just felt it. Peter wasn't really too keen about her and Stephen anyway, and this was what Peter originally wanted when he suggested the party anyway. She would not be discreet either—catching up to Jim, she placed a hand on his broad shoulder, and when he turned around, she stood on tiptoe, and kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue swirling around his own. Letting go, Jim was looking at her, intrigued.
"Well, who are you?" he asked in his baritone voice.
"Natalie," said Natalie huskily, needing him. She beckoned Jim to follow her to an empty room, and he obliged.
Stephen saw the whole scene. Even though he was intoxicated, he felt automatically sobered by the thought…he almost had her, almost. That Jim always got whatever and whoever he wanted. He just sunk down the wall and sat on the floor, his head in his arms. Maybe it was for the best…he was still with Judy, and whether or not he was wasted, it still wasn't right to take advantage of Natalie. He wondered if Jim knew how wasted she was…or it he was drunk or high at all. Probably. He just hoped she knew what she was doing.
Peter was clueless to what had just happened. He was happy getting his cock sucked by some chick he didn't even know. Another girl came up to him, and he stuck two fingers inside her already wet and plumped pussy. As she moaned with pleasure, his own head swirled. Would he care about what was happening with Natalie? Of course, but now, he was completely oblivious.
In the empty bedroom, Natalie was aggressive. She slammed the door and pushed Jim down on the bed. Jim, a bit taken by surprise that this small, unknown girl would just come up to him like that, grinned and slid his jacket off. Natalie came up on the bed and straddled him, grinding on his hard cock through his pants.
"If you get off me for a second I can take 'em off," said Jim, but Natalie stayed put, instead taking her minidress off on top of him. Her skin was fair and soft, and her nipples were erect through her bra. Jim grinned sleazily with delight as he reached up to unclasp it. Her bra fell off onto the floor, revealing her round, perky breasts. Natalie stopped grinding to remove her already soaked panties and tossed them across the room. Jim eyed the curly patch of light brown hair between her legs and licked his lips. Natalie quivered, wanting his tongue to touch her there.
Jim's pants were getting tight with his erection; he took them off, revealing the largest penis Natalie had ever seen, rivaling what she had seen on Peter. It was proud, slightly curved, and throbbing. This time it was Jim's turn to be rough He shoved Natalie down to lie on the bed, and shoved his face between her legs.
Natalie gasped as she felt his warm tongue on the lips of her vagina, and moaned loudly as he moved to lick her clit. She squirmed under him, but Jim pinned her down by her arms. "Oooh….." she moaned again.
"You like all that baby?" Jim said in a gruff voice in between licks.
"I think I'd like your cock in my mouth more," said Natalie. Without hesitation, Jim shot up, and Natalie teased his erection with her tongue. She slowly worked down the length of it until she was sucking and stroking, trying to fit his huge cock all the way down her throat. Jim sighed and tangled his hands in Natalie's hair. Her mouth felt so good…he wondered what her pussy would feel like. He took her mouth off of his penis and let her straddle him again. "You ready, baby?" she asked, anticipating how good it would be.
"You definitely are," said Jim, sliding a finger inside her with ease. He fingered her for a moment, and Natalie couldn't take it anymore. She pulled his hand away and slid down on his cock, moaning louder and louder as more and more of him filled her pussy.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as she used her thighs to bounce herself up and down on his massive penis. "Oh fuck yes!"
"Yeah…" grunted Jim. He thrust his hips upwards, shoving himself all the way into Natalie, hitting her g-spot and making her shout in pleasure. He did it over and over again until her pussy was twitching with ecstasy and her head was swirling.
"I want you to fuck me hard on top baby," said Natalie through gasps. Jim grinned evilly and flipped her around. He did not hold back. He got on his knees and held her legs up, thrusting harder and faster than he had been before. Natalie was clutching at the bedsheets and screaming in head-swirling pleasure. His cock was hitting her g-spot, and she was just about to cum. "Oh my God Jim! I'm gunna—oh…oh…OH!" Her orgasm exploded through her body and he pussy contracted around Jim's cock as her body spasmed. It was a white-hot sensation that made her forget about everything for the moment; it was just her and Jim in the world.
"Oh yeah!" Jim said as he felt Natalie's orgasm. He thrust as hard as he could though it, wanting to drive her completely insane. It was then that he felt his own orgasm sneaking up on him. He made himself last as long as he could before he pulled out of Natalie, cumming all over her beautiful breasts. He wasn't sure, but Natalie seemed to love it, rubbing his cum all over her body and closing her eyes in ecstasy. The two collapsed next to each other in bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavily.
"You're name's 'Natalie,' right?" asked Jim.
"Yeah," gasped Natalie.
"I'll remember that," said Jim. The two dressed after a minute and headed right back out to the party, as if nothing had happened. Natalie felt strangely sobered up at that point, but maybe sex was a natural remedy for that sort of thing. However, as soon as the two stepped back into the fray, it felt strange.
The music was pumping through Natalie's whole body, and the lights were swirling around, making her eyes sore and her head hurt. She thought about the sex with Jim and remembered the last time she had sex was with Freddie, but it wasn't like that at all; this was wild, primal, while Freddie was always loving and sweet. It's not that she didn't like it; it was just too different. Thoughts of Freddie and her loving family filled her head as she thought about this totally different world around her. The music somehow got louder and the lights brighter, and every part of her body started to shake…she was about to fuck Stephen before this, and left him like a pile of bricks…she watched Peter have sex with multiple people…she screwed Jim Morrison…she realized now that she was still hammered beyond belief and there was nothing she could do. Her knees grew weak and she collapsed to the floor. Jim noticed and caught her before she hit her head on the tile.
"Natalie, what's wrong?" he asked urgently.
"No…" was all Natalie could think to say. She felt bile rising in her throat, but nothing was able to come out. Her eyes glazed over.
"Natalie?" said Jim. "Oh no…you're not messed up, are you? I swear I didn't know!"
"You, get your hands off her!" said Stephen, rushing over with Micky. "Mick, go get Peter!" Micky rushed off to grab a naked and wandering Peter while Stephen stayed with Jim and Natalie. "What the hell did you do to her?"
"Nothing, I swear," said Jim, holding Natalie up. "We screwed in the other room—I swear I didn't know she was messed up—and when we walked out here, she started this whole thing!" He felt so out of character. The normally calm and collected Jim Morrison felt like a nervous wreck.
"I don't care what you thought!" said Stephen, his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her!" The arguing between Stephen and Jim was making it worse. Natalie didn't know what to do. She felt like she was suffocating while she was in the party. Something clicked in her…before any of the could say another word, she was on her feet again, and bolting out the front door as fast as she could.
"Wha—" said Jim.
"Natalie!' Stephen shouted after her. She was impossible to follow—as fast as she was up, she was out.
"Steve, I got him," said Micky, rushing up with Peter, who was wrapped in a poncho he found on the ground.
"Where is she?" asked Peter.
"Uh…" said Stephen. Jim stayed silent. What the hell did he get himself into?
"Well…" said Stephen again. "She kinda…well…had a bit of a nervous breakdown after sexing up Jim…and…split…out the door."
"She what?" said Peter angrily. "For the love of God, I thought you were keeping an eye on her!"
"Well…about that," said Stephen.
"Oh no. You didn't," said Peter. "Did you?"
"I tried to," said Stephen. "But luckily she saw Jim before we could."
"You are so fucking lucky she saw Jim first!" yelled Peter. "I knew I should have stayed sober tonight, nothing like this would have happened!"
"Hey you guys," said Micky. "Just sayin', while you guys are fighting and making Mr. Morrison here more terrified than I thought was humanly possible—" it was true, Jim looked extremely confused and freaked out, not at all like his normal self—"Natalie could be anywhere!"
"He's right," said Peter. "Peace Stephen…for now, at least." Peter knew he had to forgive Stephen for now. After all, he didn't actually go all the way with Natalie. The two looked at each other and left the party to find Natalie, wherever she was.
"That was eventful," said Jim, calming down a bit. "That girl's…uh…"
"A piece of work?" said Micky. "Yeah, but those two love her all right." Love? Micky new it was a stretch, but the way Peter reacted said something more than just friendly worry, at least to him.