Kissing and Groping, Groping and Kissing

It was 6:35 am and I wanted to go back. I wanted to go back so bad, because it was nothing I've ever experienced before. I've had some pretty wild times, I've done some pretty funny shit but last night took the cake. Although it was not the ideal situation for me, and I might pay a pretty high price for what happened, I still wouldn't trade it.

Where do I start? How do I recount the absolute kick ass time Trixie and myself had? For starters I knew that something was in the air. I felt good, I looked good and I was on my way to pick up my chica. We decided early on that we had to do something different.

Oh that was an understatement.

I got on the phone pretty early contacting all my friends, with most of them down the shore, it was slim pickin's. Finally I struck gold when Marcus picked up and said he was headed for Hoboken with his buddy. Bonus - Hoboken is a GREAT place to unwind and get crazy - something Trixie and I knew we were destined to do.

I'm sitting here at my computer and I'm seriously having a hard time putting this down, I just don't know how to give this story any justice. Well here we go - I only knew Marcus - he brought with him two more guys (yummy) and another girl who I later found out was on a bender and out to blow off more steam than either Trixie or I could fathom. Marcus met up with us at Bahama Mama's - which was possibly the hottest establishment I have ever visited. Trixie and I were both wearing mini skirts and the sweat was culminating between our legs like Niagra Falls - note to self, don't go out dancing in a skirt again. At about midnight we were all drenched and decided to go next door to the Black Bear. Ahhhhhh air conditioning.

It was about another half hour before the liquor started kicking in and hormones got out of control. We were all dancing with one another, then the kissing started, then the groping - when did I step into a porno? Someone definitely got pregnant on that dance floor last night. It was mayhem.

Total men kissed = 2 - Total times my breasts were felt - 3 - Total times my ass was grabbed = ?????????? Our little group of 6 were the center of attention. We were the epitomy of "Girls Gone Wild." Drunken debauchery, sexual inuindos and complete disregard was the theme.

Now I've never seen anything like it. I kissed MC because it was his birthday, oh and he was hot. He kissed Jenny A LOT - they are not dating. He kissed Trixie - enough, so when it came to my turn, I decided to make him feel like the man for kissing all three hot broads in one night. I threw him a bone and made his night. Well that and the fact that I am single and I can. I liked it.

But let me get to Marcus . I like the way Marcus kisses. I told you about Johnny Longwood and his kissing - I think this tops it. There was so much passion and want in it. He touched my face a lot, he held my cheek in the palm of his hand and looked me in the eye - it was like he was memorizing my every facial detail. It was intense, exhilerating and it was fucking hot. He held me close so our chests were smashed together, he kept his hands either on my waist (so hot) or on my face. He never crossed the line unless I gave the green light.

When the lights went on, it was like we were awoken from an erotic dream. We were all in the magic forest dancing with the nymphs and centours around the camp fire. It was VERY Shakespearan MidSummer Night's Dream.

We all deciced to go back to Marcus' place. This is were it gets really interesting. Jenny sat on Marcus' lap in the back seat. Stretch (who I didn't mention before because he was a fucking asshole and doesn't deserve mention) was to Marcus' right and MC was to his left. Trixie was driving and I was in the passenger seat - I knew better than to sit in the back with them. Jenny definitely got her fill back there. At one point in time I couldn't look because I couldn't believe the shit that was going on back there. She was trashed and loving every second. Kissing and groping, groping and kissing. Again, when did I step into a porn?

Marcus' place was actually a surprise and this is where the most damage was done. I can't recount what happened outside the studio. Oh yeh, Marcus is an artist - large oil paintings and all. I seated myself in the middle of the studio and started critiquing paintings. Marcus has talent, true talent but he holds back and paints what he thinks the public would like and not what he feels. I'd love to see him unleash the inner artist that is in hiding. If he painted with the same passion he kissed me, there is no telling where he could go. But back to my story - to make a long story short, we made out for a long time. He was sweet and gentle and that made it even hotter. He let me kiss him back, not like most men who take charge. - P.S. I was told I was a good kisser but we'll talk about that another time.

I won't get into detail about the rest of our time spent together. I can say that most 8th graders probably do worse than what we did. Clothes did not come off, well maybe one article did, but that was it. I wasn't drunk enough to allow anything more to happen. I couldn't, I would be very stupid if I crossed that line because I have put myself through enough. I know I know, I'm a kill of joy, but I have to protect myself. The old Mer probably would have let something happen that shouldn't have. She probably would be at his house now starting to play house, but the new Mer had fun. She kept it light and explained why it couldn't or wouldn't go further. Marcus understood and that's why I wanted to jump on his head. I didn't want to hurt him either. He was way into me, I mean I got a proposal before I left. Yeh it was my boobs, they are enticing. No man touches them and ever wants to leave. Nice.

At 6:00 I decided it was time to head home. I didn't know what Trixie was up to in the next room and I didn't want to know. She was in the living room and I didn't want her stuck there because of me. We left and went back to her house recounting the night's events. It was crazy. We compared notes and decided that it was definitely a good kick ass time.

After Trixie's house though I went back to Marcus' apartment. MC and Marcus were still awake. We hung out and had some really good fucking laugh's. Why would I go back there? It was mostly because I didn't want to go home when my parents' were first waking up. I'm glad I went back, for some reason I had to know it wasn't a dream.

I'm glad I got close to Marcus. Tomorrow I'll write more about him because he deserves a better desciption. I'm sorry that this was not one of my best written stories. I got home at 9:15 this morning and I've only had two hours to sleep. I'm headed into the shower now because I have a birthday party at 4:30. Am I derranged or what?