12 comments/ 124807 views/ 29 favorites The Dirty Movie By: KarenTriolist Ronnie and I lived in the apartment in Cloverdale for almost a year before Mr. Pfar moved in. He used to work for a government agency in D. C. before he retired early at the age of 52 on one of those "early out" programs they offer from time to time to reduce the number of high paid government employees. He told Ronnie one time that, when they offered him almost a years salary to retire early, he "took the money and ran." Mr. Pfar is separated from his wife. I don't even know her name. He had two sons, Mike and Craig, and both of them lived in Fremont, just about three or four miles from Cloverdale. They would visit him on the weekends sometimes, and they would often take him out to ball games and to restaurants and movies. Mr. Pfar never dated that we knew of, he just spent his time with his computer and sometimes you would see him walking in the neighborhood with his red and black flannel coat and his floppy hat that I used to call his Sherlock Holmes hat 'cause of the way the ear flaps tied up on top. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Harmless, I guess. I never spent much time talking to him. He always seemed to end up talking to Ronnie when we ran into him. Last Sunday we ran into him on the walk path down by the basketball courts. We were coming back from getting some ice cream at the High's store, and he was just out on one of his walks apparently. We stopped and talked for a few minutes about the weather and such. Then Mr. Pfar asked Ronnie something about "the tapes" and whether Ronnie got them back all right. Ronnie seemed flustered for a second, and told him that he had and that everything was all right. We said out good byes, and started walking back towards the apartment. "What tapes was he talking about?" I asked Ronnie. "Oh ... that was ... ah ... nothing. I loaned him a couple of my X-rated movies last weekend. His sons were over and they had nothing much to do, so he asked if they could borrow a couple. Guess they had kind of a stag party ... sitting around watching dirty movies. Kind of does your heart good to see a father and his sons have a common interest, doesn't it?" Ronnie teased. "Oh sure ... " I laughed. "Some common interest ... a dirty old man and his dirty young sons all sitting around watching dirty little movies together. And they say the American family is falling apart. It's traditional family values like that give me faith that the family will always be the fabric that holds this great country together." Ronnie laughed. "I'm glad you feel that way ... under the circumstances ... " I had to stop and think for a second. And that left an awkward pause in the flow of our conversation. Finally I said "... under what circumstances?" "Well ... ah ... nothing. I meant ... like ... ah ... under the circumstances that ... ah ... you know ... he's our neighbor ... and all. That's all ... I ... meant ... " I wasn't sure what Ronnie meant. I had the distinct feeling that he was hiding something from me though. I didn't know what it was then, but I was sure he was up to something. We continued walking all the way back to the apartment without saying a word to each other. And that long silence spoke volumes to me. Ronnie was planning something. He always got quiet like that when he was thinking something through in his mind. I didn't know what he was planning, but I knew it involved Mr. Pfar somehow, and I had an uncomfortable suspicion that I wasn't going to like what he was planning. Later that evening I was ironing some dresses for work when Ronnie came into the bedroom. He had been out in the living room pretending to listen to the stereo, but I know he was thinking about something else. When he came into the bedroom, he looked agitated. "Do you have to spend all your time cleaning and ironing?" Ronnie barked harshly. "You're always working ... and ... always dressed in those damn dungarees and sweatshirt. You've been wearing that some sweat- shirt for three days now, God damn it!" Ronnie's tirade caught me off guard. I stammered "I'm sorry ... I ... ah ... I'll clean up, and change ... I'm ... ah ... sorry, Ronnie ..." I ran past him and out into the hallway. As I ran down the hall towards the bathroom it dawned on me that Ronnie's anger seemed a little contrived. It seemed almost like he wanted to pick a fight with me on purpose. But I didn't know why he would want to do that. And after all, he was right. I had been wearing that some sweatshirt for a couple of days. I hadn't really cleaned up nice for him in a while. Maybe that's all he wanted was for me to take a shower and dress up a little for him. Maybe then he would be happy with me. I showered extra long and washed my hair. I suspected that Ronnie might want me cleaned up so he could make love to me, so I shaved my legs and even spent some time outlining my pubic triangle so it would look extra good for him. I'm very hairy ... down there ... so I have to outline it a lot more than other girls do. I should probably have trimmed it down a little too, but I didn't. I smiled as I thought one of my wicked little thoughts. I don't trim myself 'cause Ronnie likes me to be " hairy" down there. It turns him on. After showering, I went back to our bedroom to get dressed. Ronnie was still out in the living room ... I could hear the stereo. I wanted to dress especially nice for him. Something very sexy. Something to make him forget those damn dungarees and that awful sweatshirt. I looked through my closet for a while. I considered my black dress, but it was too dressy for what I had in mind. I settled on my pink chiffon dress. It used to be a dressing gown, but Ronnie and I decided it was too long so he cut it with shears one time and I hemmed it up with one of those hem-kits they sell at People's Drug Store. I guess we didn't do a very good job measuring 'cause it came out too short to wear in public. I keep it around just to wear for Ronnie. Especially on occasions like this. Ronnie likes me to wear pink, so I selected my pink panties and bra. After putting on my undies, I put on the dress only to find that the bra was too tight and showed over the bodice of the dress. So I took off the bra and pulled the bodice of the dress up over my naked breasts. I felt so wicked not wearing a bra, but only Ronnie would see how my breasts jiggled under the thin fabric of the bodice of the dress, and, after all, I'm dressing to please him anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror over my dresser. Bending forward, the top of my dress drooped to expose more cleavage than I would show in my most daring bathing suit. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. Ronnie will definitely like this, I thought wantonly. I was almost finished dressing when Ronnie walked into the bedroom. I stepped into my pink high heels and turned towards him to see what he would think. "Now that's better ..." Ronnie said appreciatively. "That's the Karen I'm proud of." I just smiled for him. I wanted Ronnie to be proud of me. More than anything else in the world, I wanted him to be proud of me. I would do anything to make him proud of me, and Ronnie knew it. Ronnie patted my behind as he walked passed me and opened the closet door. He got down on one knee and started to search through the X-rated tapes on the floor of the closet. "Craig and Mike are coming over to see Mr. Pfar this evening, and he asked me if they could borrow another tape ... and I can't seem to ... find ... Why don't you help me?" I started to say I couldn't. I don't know anything about Ronnie's damn tapes. But I didn't want him to get mad at me again, so I pretended to help. I got down on my knees and started looking through the boxes of dirty movies ... pretending to look at the pictures on them and to read the descriptions on the back. The third or fourth one I picked up was a new one Ronnie had just gotten last weekend. Ronnie made me watch it with him the night he brought it home, and it must be a good one cause it made him real horny that night. In the movie, this guy and his girlfriend go to a diner party. After diner, they stay and talk and drink with the other couples. After a while, some of the other women in the movie have to go to the liquor store to get something and the guy and girl who started out the movie end up in this living room with three other guys. The girl keeps drinking and the guys keep talking about her behind her back. Then her boyfriend starts talking with them, and he smiles and nods his head. She finally figures out that the other women aren't coming back. They left her with these guys so they could get her. And they end up getting her in just about every which way but loose. She takes them all one way or another, and is doing something with or to two or three of them at a time most every scene. As I looked down at the back of the box, the words "gang bang" and "double penetration" were in day glow colors and jumped up at me. I must have had that tape in my hand for a long time. "Good choice," Ronnie said as he reached out and took that tape out of my trembling hand. "I didn't ..." I started to say. I didn't choose that tape, it was just in my hand. I wanted to tell Ronnie that, but he didn't give me a chance to say anything. He got up quickly, the dirty little tape clutched tight in his hand, and walked around me to get out of the room. I stood there stupidly mumbling ... "I didn't ..." as Ronnie walked out of the room and was halfway down the hallway to the living room before I finished with "...choose that tape." "I didn't ..." I said once more to an empty bedroom. I felt a chill go down my spine, like there was a draft in the room or something. But there wasn't. I looked at myself in the mirror over our dresser. My dress was so short, I thought to myself, maybe that's why I felt a chill. Maybe. I picked up my makeup bag, my best perfume, and my hairbrush and started back to the bathroom to finish getting myself ready for Ronnie. I wanted to look my best for him, to make him proud of me. As I walked out into the hallway, I could hear Ronnie on the phone in the kitchen. He was talking quietly, but I could hear him saying something about he needed some more time. He said "... half an hour, or an hour at the most ..." I didn't want Ronnie to think I was listening to his conversation, so I kept right on walking back to the bathroom. But I wondered who he was talking to and what he had to get done so soon. Probably needed to call somebody back, I guessed. As I started brushing out my hair, I decided I really didn't care what it was the caller needed. After all, in a few minutes I would be all prettied up for my Ronnie, freshly bathed and perfumed and dressed for loving. I put on my makeup with special attention to what it is I know Ronnie likes. Just a little blue eyeshadow and pink lip gloss. Ronnie likes pink. I was just finishing up the last touches of makeup when Ronnie came back down the hallway looking for me. I smiled sexily as I looked in the mirror and saw him walking up behind me with a drink in his hand. He reached around me and gave me my favorite drink, a Southern Comfort and Ginger on the rocks. "Thanks Ronnie ... " I said politely. "You look great, Babe ..." Ronnie said. "Drink up ..." I drank the first drink there in the bathroom with Ronnie nibbling at the back of my neck and kissing me in the ear. His arms reached around and hugged me just below my breasts. As soon as I finished the drink, Ronnie grabbed it out of my hand and rushed back to the kitchen to get me another. I smiled. If he wants to get me drunk so he can take advantage of me, I'll cooperate with him I thought to myself. I want some loving tonight. The second drink was stronger than the first. As I drank it, Ronnie reached around me from behind again, except this time his hands cupped my breasts through my dress. Eagerly he massaged me, pulling me back against him so that I could feel his muscular body pressing against me from my shoulders down to my ... my buttock. And as he continued to grope me, I became aware that he was ... getting hard. I felt his ... hard penis as he rubbed it over my butt. Even through my old dress, I felt it throb against me. It was almost as if it had a life of its own, and it was breathing hard ... no, gasping for breath as it pulsed like a beating heart. I suddenly was thirsty, thirsty for what Ronnie had in his pants, but I guzzled down the drink he had given me instead. I tried to turn to kiss him, but he turned too, staying behind me and forcing me, as I turned to walk out the bathroom door and down the hallway. The whole way, Ronnie clung to me, his arms around me, his hands feeling me up every step of the way down to the living room. Before I knew what he was doing, he pushed me down of the brown sofa. I turned around in time to see him shaking my empty glass at me. "You need one more of these ... maybe two ... and I'll have you just where I want you, my dear ..." Ronnie said in his best pretend English accent. I laughed. Hopefully, I thought, I'll have you just where I want you, Ronnie, and that's right between my legs. Ronnie was back from the kitchen with another drink in no time flat. "Drink up, my little one ..." he said sinisterly. I laughed easily as I reached for my third drink. Obviously, I was already a little tipsy as I almost dropped the glass on the floor, but I recovered without Ronnie even noticing. I raised the drink to my lips as Ronnie knelt down on one knee and smiled wickedly. "Mind if I taste your sweet nectar?" Ronnie asked politely. I giggled at him. He slipped his hands under the hem of my dress and began to lift in up. To make it easier for him, I leaned back on the sofa. My head was spinning as I started drinking again. I closed my eyes and tasted the cold hard liquor flow down my throat and felt Ronnie warm, gentle hands caress my thighs and slip up higher ... higher .. to my panties. And I just sighed satisfiedly as I felt him tug on them, pulling them down to my knees and then, easily, pulling them further down my legs to the floor. I took another long drink, and then let Ronnie spread my legs apart so he could ... he could ... kiss me down there. And then he "tasted" my "sweet nectar" just like he said he would, and I moaned in ecstasy. Ronnie knows just what to do. He knows my timing, how to get me going, how to get me right on the edge, and how to ... to ... to make me climax. I felt my orgasm building up as he ... licked me ... down there. He stuck his tongue up inside me ... and ... then ... he nibbled on my ... my ... clit. And when he started nibbling I knew I would cum in his mouth, I just knew it. Like I always do when he starts that. And I rocked back and forth ... back and forth ... and just when I had almost reached my climax ... he ... he stopped. He pulled away. I ... I didn't make it. He got me right on the edge and ... then ... he stopped. He left me ... hanging. I was breathing hard. I was flustered. But most of all, I was confused. Ronnie had never before stopped ... like that. He had never left me ... unfinished. And it was almost like he did it on purpose ... like he wanted to get me wound up ... and that he wanted to leave me ... hot ... and ... and ... ready for ... it ... Ronnie got up slowly, wiping my juices from his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He smiled his wicked smile, and got up. "Wanna watch that movie again?" Ronnie asked politely. I pushed my dress down over my thighs again, tried to sit up properly, and smiled back at him. "Of course, Ronnie ... " I answered obediently. My head was not entirely clear. The liquor was racing through my veins, accelerated by my heart pumping double-time thanks to Ronnie's aborted ministrations. Ronnie walked casually over to the VCR and pushed the button. The tape must have already have been in 'cause it started right away. Ronnie didn't have to adjust the tracking or anything, he just wandered over to the lightswitch, turned it off, and crossed in front of me on the way to the kitchen. He didn't say a word, but I knew he was fixing me another drink. As I tried to focus on the movie, I thought to myself how un- necessary all this was. I was already drunk enough. And God knows I was hot enough. Ronnie was overdoing the preparations this time. I felt like saying "Forget the booze, let's go to bed ... I'm ready for it." But of course, a good girl doesn't say things like that, so I didn't. But I was ready for it. The hot shower, the powdering and perfuming, the skimpy clothes I was wearing, the drinks, the fondling in the bathroom and, of course, the tongue action Ronnie had just expertly applied ... all these things added together had me ready for just about anything. And now he expects me to watch this dirty little movie with him? And he's getting me another drink? If he keeps this up, I'll be so "ready" I'll be able to take on every man in the whole damn apartment complex! Slowly I became aware of the movie. The girl was sitting on the sofa and her boyfriend was just getting up. We must have left the movie at this point the last time we watched it. This is right after the other girls have left "to go to the liquor store." The three guy's have been eyeing this girl while she was sitting on the sofa next to her boyfriend. They were talking to her ... I forget the details ... something about ... oh yeah, they were talking to her about her clothes. She was wearing a real short skirt, and they were trying to look up it. She kept pulling it down and ... one of the guys even asks her if she's wearing any panties. She's real embarrassed and doesn't even answer him. Of course, later in the movie it turns out the reason she was too embarrassed to answer him was that she wasn't. Ronnie came back in with my drink and handed it to me. I sat up straight and started to drink it. Ronnie sat next to me and started to watch the movie. The girl's "boyfriend" was standing against the wall with a drink in his hand and was talking to one of the guys. Ronnie had the sound down low, but I remember from the time we watched it before exactly what was said. The guy who gave the dinner party asked the girl's boy- friend if he was "all right" with what was about to happen. They both look over to the girl on the sofa. She's nervously tugging down her skirt while one of the other guys sits down next to her. Another guy is kneeling on one knee on the floor in front of her. He reaches up and gently lays his hand on her bare knee. And the last guy is standing behind the sofa, looking down at the girl, trying to peek down the front of her blouse. He reaches out for her neck and gently starts to massage her tight muscles. The poor girl looks desperately up at her boyfriend with the words "please help me" seemingly flashing out of her scared little eyes. Just then, the camera shifts focus back to the boyfriend. He seems to hesitate. They other guy asks him again if he's "all right with it." He breathes deeply. Then he looks down. He nods his head and says "Sure. That's why I brought her over here wasn't it?" He raises his head up and, without even looking back at his girlfriend, he says "You guys can do anything you want to her. But I get to watch." Then he looks over at his girlfriend. The three guys with her are getting bolder. The guy on the sofa with her is leaning in close to her and whispers "You got big titties for such a little lady. What are they ... 36DD?" She blushes. The guy behind her is still massaging her neck, but now his hands are starting to work their way over her shoulders, his finger kneading her soft flesh just inches below her collar bone. And the guy on the floor, well he's trying to look up her skirt. She let go of the hem of her skirt to use her hand to push away the guy sitting next to her on the sofa and when she did, the guy on the floor leaned in closer to her knees so he could look straight up her dress. Then he turns to look back over his shoulder at her boyfriend. They're all waiting for him to decide. He smiles at his girlfriend. She smiles, nervously. And then he looks at the guy kneeling on the floor, and he nods. And ... The Dirty Movie I leaned back and closed my eyes. I didn't have to see what was going to happen next. How stupid can this girl be, I thought to myself, getting herself into that kind of situation. Like, she couldn't see it coming, right? Even if she didn't know before she went over there that her boyfriend was planning to set her up with these guys, she had to have figured it out earlier when all the guys were looking her over, checking her out, and talking about her to each other. Girls know when guys are talking about them behind their backs. And it was obvious, for God's sake. And when the other girls had to "go to the liquor store" why didn't she join them? Why did she stay when she knew she would be the only girl in the house? And she had to know that they weren't coming back. It was so obvious. I knew it just from the way the women were talking to their men and looking at her. I knew they were in on it. They were letting their men have a good time with the dumb little bunny, and she was the only one in the room who didn't get it. How stupid can a girl get? I opened my eyes just a little to peek at the screen. Yeah, all three of them are pawing at her now and she's still trying to push them away. Like one girl has a chance against three guys who want it. Ronnie was wrapped up in the movie, I noticed. He was staring like he was almost hypnotized. But I couldn't watch anymore. I closed my eyes again, and was almost ready to drift off to sleep when the phone rang. Ronnie jumped up and ran to the kitchen to answer it. I couldn't hear him talking to whoever it was. He only talked to them for a couple seconds, it seemed like, and he was back in the living room turning off the VCR and taking the tape out. I sat up. Maybe now Ronnie will finish what he started, I thought hopefully. I was still hot for it and I wouldn't be able to think of anything else until Ronnie made me cum. Slowly I ran my fingers through my hair and licked my lips. Maybe I could entice Ronnie back to the task at hand. Maybe he would even make love to me ...... "Mr. Pfar called and invited us over for a few drinks," Ronnie said matter-of-factly. My heart sank. Not now, I thought. I need you to finish what you started. But I didn't say a word. I bit my lip. "We should get together with our neighbors more often. Living in these apartments without ever getting together with the folks who live in the next unit is unhealthy. We have to make the effort to be more friendly with 'em," Ronnie analyzed. I was totally off guard. If there was one thing I didn't expect to do today it was go visit the neighbors. I thought Ronnie wanted to play, but now he wants to be the perfect neighbor. Oh well, I thought, maybe he will want to make love to me when we get back. I stood up. I guess I had too much too drink 'cause I wobbled a little. "OK.," I said politely. "Just let me change and we'll go ... " "No time to change," Ronnie said firmly. "Mike and Craig are already there. Let's just go ..." "But ... but ... " I tried to say. "... this dress is ... I'm wearing ..." But Ronnie didn't let me say anything. He grabbed my hand and the next thing I knew we were walking out the door and across the building hallway to Mr. Pfar's apartment. I stumbled a couple of times as Ronnie pulled me along. I guess I was having trouble 'cause of my high heels ... and how much I'd had to drink. Suddenly we were standing there on the welcome mat in front of his apartment. I let go of Ronnie's hand and brushed my hair back out of my eyes, straightened the bodice of my dress, and pulled down the skirt as far as I could down my thighs. This dress is too short to wear in public, I thought again. And that's when I remembered what Ronnie had done to me in the living room of our apartment. He had taken off my ... Ronnie rang the doorbell before I could say anything. Oh God, I thought to myself, I'm not wearing any panties! "Ronnie!" I whispered loudly. "You forgot ... " Mr. Pfar opened the door. "No, I didn't forget the tape, Karen ..." Ronnie said. "I've got it right here ..." as he raised his hand with the tape in it. Mr. Pfar greeted us graciously. He was obviously glad we had come over. Ronnie put his left hand firmly against my back and pushed me in in front of him. I walked carefully. I was afraid of tripping and falling 'cause of my heels. Ronnie must have forgotten he took my panties off, I concluded. It really doesn't matter, I convinced myself. My dress isn't that short. I'll just have to be careful when I sit down, that's all. Before I knew it, Mr. Pfar was introducing me to his sons. Of course, I had seen them in the hallways and in the parking lot a couple times over the last year and I really knew who they were, but we had never been formally introduced. Mike was about my height with brown hair and a scrawny little beard. Craig was a lot bigger than his brother, and his hair was darker. I remember thinking right away that, if I didn't know better, I would not have figured them even to be brothers. Mike looked a little like his father, but Craig didn't favor him at all. "And this sweet little thing is Ronnie's girlfriend, Karen ..." Mr. Pfar was saying as I stood awkwardly before them. I smiled a little and raised my right hand formally to shake Mike's outstretched hand. He held my hand gently and grinned back like a nervous teenager. Mike let my hand slip out of his as Ronnie turned me a little towards Craig and I lifted my hand up again. Craig grabbed my hand firmly and squeezed it too hard, I thought, but I didn't react. I smiled again and nodded to him as if I had never noticed him around the apartment building before. "Glad to finally meet ya ... " Craig said. "Ronnie's told us all about you ..." Mike giggled. I'm not sure why he thought what Craig said was funny, but he did. And then he seemed embarrassed that he had laughed, so he turned and walked a few feet away. Craig smiled broadly. "... all about you ..." he repeated. Mr. Pfar stepped up on the other side of the bar, and started lining up shot glasses. Then he started pouring the Tequila. "Ronnie says you like to drink Tequila shots," he was saying as he poured. "Well, sometimes ..." I said slowly. As I said it, I realized I was already more than a little drunk on the Southern Comfort Ronnie made me drink back at our apartment. " ... but I can't ..." "Karen can drink more Tequila than any guy I know ..." Ronnie bragged. "I've seen her drink a man twice her size under the table ..." "Oh, yeah," Craig challenged. "No girl drinks Tequila shots. That's a man's drink." "Well, Karen drinks 'em," Ronnie boasted. "And she wasn't a 'man' the last time I checked..." Mike giggled again. I wish he'd stop doing that, I thought hazily. Ronnie had stepped up to the bar and had ushered me up to it too. I was too drunk to drink Tequila shots. No doubt about it. But I was also too drunk to argue with Ronnie when he was bragging on me. I should have said no. I should have. But I didn't. Ronnie scooped up a shot Mr. Pfar had just poured and handed it to me. Craig and Mike picked up theirs and Mr. Pfar and Ronnie picked up the last two. "I'd like to propose as toast ... " Mr. Pfar said. We all held our drinks up and waited. "To our neighbors, Ronnie and Karen ... may this evening be the first of many evenings we share together ... share our humble home ... share our time together ... and share our ... friendship." I was moved by Mr. Pfar's eloquence and obvious sincerity. I smiled at him, and raised my glass to his. One by one, Ronnie and the boys raised their shot glasses and touched mine gently, symbolizing the new friendship we all would share. "To friends..." Mike echoed. "... and to Tequila..." Ronnie joked. We all laughed easily. "... and to girls who drink it ..." Craig added as I tossed it down in one swallow. I smiled. Then I struggled not to gag. It was good Tequila. Real good. And Mr. Pfar was already pouring the next round as I set down my shot glass. I looked over his shoulder at the large mirror on the wall behind him and saw, for the first time, how I looked in my pink chiffon dress. To say the least, I was surprised. Without a bra, my breasts were not constrained, not held back. They looked ... bigger. And the bodice was down lower than I remembered from the last time I had worn this dress. And more ... more ... cleavage ... showed. I looked away and raised my hands up to my face, trying inconspicuously to cover breasts a little. Craig and Mike seemed to be watching my every move. It was like they knew what I was doing. I turned shyly away from them and lifted the straps on my dress, trying desperately to raise the bodice up a little. I don't know if it helped ... maybe a little. Ronnie tapped my elbow. As I turned back towards him and the bar, Ronnie handed me another shot. There was no way I could ... say no ... "My turn," Ronnie said. He raised his glass, and we all waited for him. "To ... the greatest little girl in the world ... my little ... Karen. I ... I ... I love you ..." "Ahhhhhhhh..." the boys teased. "I love you too ..." I whispered to Ronnie. Ronnie reached his free arm around my waist and hugged me as we all tossed down our second round of Tequilas. I don't remember too much of the next few rounds of drinks at the bar. I remember Mike proposed a toast to his father. He thanked him for "everything you've ever given us ... especially what you've got for us tonight ..." I didn't quite understand that last part, but chalked it up to how much I'd had to drink. And then Craig proposed a toast. A strange sounding toast. He said he was toasting "luck." And he hoped that we would all get "luck" or "lucky" or something. By that time I was really getting drunk and having trouble standing up. Ronnie tried to walk me over to the sofa, but I had some trouble with my high heels so he had to almost carry me. I remember sitting down in the middle of this big sofa. And I remember leaning back, and taking a couple of deep breaths to help me feel better. As my head started to clear again, I opened my eyes and saw Ronnie was on his knees over by the television set. I could see around him just enough to see that he had put on that x-rated tape. And as Ronnie stood up, I saw the girl on the tape was sitting on a sofa ... all by herself... just like me, I thought. She's drunk ... just like me. But she's stupid, I said to myself. Stupid. I closed my eyes, but when I did, I could see scenes from that movie in my head. That stupid broad, I thought again, was so dumb she let her boyfriend trick her into going over to somebody else's place in that skimpy little dress ... without her panties. How stupid can a girl get ... she ... she ... I ...oh, God ... I just remembered. I ... don't have anything on under this chiffon dress ... my ... bra ... is back in my bedroom and ... Ronnie ... took off my panties. He forgot. He ... he ... forgot my panties .... Suddenly I became aware of Mike and Craig. They had drinks in their hands and were moving over towards the sofa. I looked for Ronnie. He was over by the bar talking to Mr. Pfar. Craig sat down heavily on the sofa next to me ... and Mike sat on the coffee table right in front of me. I sat up straighter, pulling the hem of my dress down as far as it would go, but even that was less than half-way down my thighs. So I pushed my knees together, just in case, and folded my hands in my lap so I could press my dress down in the middle between my legs. "Ya seen this movie before ..." Craig was saying to me. I hesitated. Then I realized that I was probably over-reacting and that Craig was just trying to make innocent conversation. I shouldn't have had so much to drink, I thought to myself. The Southern Comfort. The Tequila. And Ronnie had .... played with me ... and left me ... left me hanging. No wonder all I can think about is ... sex ... "Yes," I said shyly. "Ronnie and I watched it ..." "Is it OK?" Mike asked. "Well, it's ... ah ... OK ... I guess ... if you like that kind of stuff ..." I answered. "So you must have liked it, huh?" Craig pressed. I didn't answer him. I looked over towards the bar just as Mr. Pfar and Ronnie were walking over. They were talking about the movie, and watching it as they walked. "She's not wearing any panties ..." Ronnie was telling Mr. Pfar. "No kidding!" Mr. Pfar exclaimed. His eyes were glued to the television screen. "Karen's not wearing any panties?" Craig asked. I blushed beet red. "Not Karen ... the actress in the movie, you dolt!" Mr. Pfar said. Craig and Mike smiled. They looked up at Ronnie, and Ronnie looked back at them and winked. At least, I think I saw him wink. Why would he? Mr. Pfar and Ronnie were watching the movie and were real close to the television set. I could barely see the screen between them. Craig and Mike were watching the movie some, but they kept turning to look at me on the sofa. I pretended not to notice. I leaned forward and to the left so I could see the movie around Ronnie, and pretended to be engrossed in it. The part was just starting were the guys were talking to the girl about her clothes, her bra and stuff. Pretty soon they were going to ask her about her panties and she was going to admit that she wasn't wearing any. Again I thought about how thoughtless it was of Ronnie to forget that he had taken my panties off in our apartment. He had a lot less to drink than I had, so it was his responsibility to keep a clear head and remember things like that. It's not my fault, I thought to myself ... not my fault that I don't have any panties on. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mike looking at me ... looking at my legs ... trying to look up my skirt. I continued to stare at the television screen, leaning even further forward to prove how interested I was in the movie. Without being obvious about it, I tugged at my dress on the right side, pulling it down over my thigh as far as it would go. Damn that dress was short, I thought again. Damn it .... "...it's ... white ... " the girl in the movie was saying after one of the guys asked her for the third time what color her bra was. She was embarrassed and hanging her head in shame. The guys kept asking her more questions about her body and her clothes. The audio wasn't too good on the tape ... and some of it you couldn't hear too good. I remember from when Ronnie and I watched it before that one of the guys asked her if her bra was "comfortable." She stammered for a while and finally said something like " ... it's ... it's a little too small ... I mean ... too tight ..." and the guys laughed at her. The guy with the beard then said something about her being "... a big girl ..." and then he asked her how "big" she was. She never really answered him directly. All she said was her bra was too small. So the guys kinda pushed her forward ... made her lean down ... and she struggled with them ... but it didn't do any good. In a second the movie would get to the part where they unzip her dress in the back so they can " ...read the tag ... see what size bra you're wearing." Mr. Pfar turned to say something to Ronnie and when he did he leaned to his right and came between me and the television. I couldn't see it all, so I leaned back a little. When I looked away from the movie, I came into eye contact with Craig. I guess I was embarrassed because I caught him looking at me, and that's probably why I looked away first. "Damn, look at this..." one of the guys on the tape was saying. I remember that scene. After they pushed the girl forward and unzipped the back of her dress, on of the guys pulled on the back of her bra to pull it away from her bare back. I remember her whimpering when he pulled it harder than he had to to turn it over. Then I remember the camera zooming in on the tag inside the back of her bra. The camera had to refocus before you could read it. It said "36DD." Ronnie was saying something to Mr. Pfar now and they still were leaning close together and blocking my view. Craig and Mike were mostly watching me. I pretended not to notice them looking at me, but it was hard to do now that I couldn't pretend to be watching the movie so I started to drink my Tequila a little faster than I would have just to have something to do with my hands. I even held the glass up when it was nearly empty and pretended to look at the bottom of the glass absentmindedly. "I"ll get you another..." Mike said without asking. He walked back towards the bar. As he passed Craig, Craig whispered something to him. I pretended not to hear him, but I heard him. I heard him clearly. He said "Let's speed things up. Make her a Zombie..." "She's already pretty drunk..." Mike whispered. "Not drunk enough..." Craig answered. "O.K. ... O.K. ... " Mike whispered back. "I just hope she doesn't get too damn drunk ..." Just as they finished talking and Mike turned to the bar, Ronnie and Mr. Pfar stepped away from in front of me. Good, I thought to myself, I can watch the movie again. Mr. Pfar and Ronnie walked across the room to continue their conversation, and I leaned forward to watch and hear the movie a little better. The girl had leaned back on the sofa, but the top of her dress hung loose because they hadn't zipped her up in the back. The guys were still talking to her about her bra. She was obviously too embarrassed to answer them back. One of the guys had asked her why she "bothered" to wear a bra. When she didn't answer him, he asked her again. She looked up slowly. Her boyfriend was staring at her. "Answer him." He said sternly. "Ah ... I ... ah ... " she started slowly. Then she took a deep breath, and continued " ... I ... need support ... to hold up my ... ah ... to hold me up ..." "You mean you tits are gonna hang down if you don't wear one?" One of the guess asked bluntly. She breathed deep again. "Yes ... a little. They would hang down a little ..." The guys were laughing. And pointing at her breasts as they whispered to each other. She hung her head in shame. She started to cry, and the camera zoomed in on her face. The tears were making her makeup run down her cheeks. "Your big, all right ..." her boyfriend was saying, "... but your tits are pretty damn firm. You don't really need to wear a bra ... do you?" The guys were whispering to him, egging him on. "Yes I do..." she said softly without looking up. "Make her take it off ..." one of the guys said to her boyfriend. "Yeah ... make her take it off ..." another one said. She sniffled. She raised one of her hands to her face to wipe away her tears and smeared her makeup under her eyes. "You're a mess ..." her boyfriend consoled. He handed her a clean handkerchief. As she dabbed at her face, he said "... why don't you go freshen your makeup. The bathroom is at the end of the hallway ..." As she stood up, her open dress flapped behind her. "Can I ... you know ... " she asked her boyfriend as she pointed over her shoulder to her open dress. "Sure ... sure you can ..." he said softly to her as she began to walk past him. "Make her take her bra off, Dude ..." one of the guys whispered. "Oh yeah, and ... take off your bra while you're back there..." She had her back to all them. She stopped walking. You could tell she was thinking. Thinking about the alternatives. She had none. "All right ..." she said, and she started to walk back towards the bathroom again. As soon as she was out of the room, the guys started to give each other high fives and laughing out loud. I was so engrossed the movie, I hadn't even noticed Mike when he returned from the bar. He was standing beside me with a drink in each hand, one for each of us. His was another shot of Tequila. Mine was a larger glass. He handed it to me without explanation, and I took it without any question. Rather than get into a discussion about it, I just pretended to be too drunk to notice. I kept my attention focused on the movie as I started nursing it. God, it was strong. The Dirty Movie I continued to watch the movie. The girl was just coming back from the bathroom. You could tell she had zipped up her dress in the back. It was no longer hanging loose. You could also tell she had taken off her bra. Her large breasts jiggled as she walked towards the sofa. And the guys were all watching her with obvious lust. They smiled and one of the guys was slobbering saliva out the corner of his mouth. Mike was watching the movie intently now, but Craig had lost interest. He was watching me drink my Zombie. He was staring at me, and that made me nervous. The more her stared, the more I drank. And the more I drank, the more he stared. It was a vicious circle. And I was getting very drunk very quickly. Before I knew it, my glass was almost empty. My head was spinning. I closed my eyes for just a second, and I felt the room start to spin. Oh my God, I thought, I'm going to embarrass Ronnie 'cause I'm so drunk. I'm going to say or do something wrong, I just know it. I let myself get too drunk, and I'm going to loose it. I opened my eyes and tried to concentrate on the movie, tried to regain control. And that's when things started to happen. First Mr. Pfar walked over to the television set and turned the sound off. I was watching the screen. Somehow the action in the movie had progressed to the part where the girl was nude and the guys were playing with her body, feeling her up, fondling her, and stuff like that. She had stopped trying to fight them off. She had given up. I must have nodded off for a second or something 'cause I missed a lot of the action, parts I know from watching the movie before. I was confused. And I was wondering why Mr. Pfar had turned off the sound until he started talking. "Ronnie says you're a pretty special young lady, Karen ... Says you're perfect in every way ..." I smiled. That's my Ronnie, I thought. Bragging on me again. "For instance, Ronnie here says you're built even better than the actress in this here movie ..." Mr. Pfar continued. Foolishly, I smiled again. I was looking at the girl on the screen. At that moment, she was leaning back in the sofa, had a guy sucking on each of her breasts and one on his knees between her legs. He was performing oral sex upon her and ... and ... she was spreading her legs further apart to ... to ... make it easier for him to ... get his tongue deeper into her. I shook my head to try to clear my thinking. Mr. Pfar was talking to me, I remembered, and I should answer him. I've got to ignore the movie and ... concentrate. I can't let him see how drunk I am ... "She's ... prettier ..." was all I could think of to say. "No she's not ..." Mike said with surprising conviction. Usually Mike the quiet one, not given to strong opinions. His assertiveness surprised me and, I think, surprised even himself. "You're twice as cute as she is ..." Mike continued dogmatically. "And ... " Craig interrupted, " ... you got a better body than she's got ..." I didn't say anything to that last part. Craig's reference to my "body" caught me by surprise and embarrassed me. Instinctively, I looked down into my hands and, seeing what was left of my drink, nervously raised it up and drank it down. I had thought the glass was nearly empty, but I was wrong. I finished it off, but it took two long swallows to get it all down. As I lowered the glass, all I could think of was how strong that drink was. I tried hard not to gag, but I coughed a little. "No I don't..." I offered shyly. Mr. Pfar looked over at Ronnie who was still standing over by the bookcase on the other side of the room. "Yes you do..." Ronnie contradicted me. "You remember what happened in the movie when she went back to the bathroom and took off her bra under her dress and came back out?" I remembered. "Her tits dropped down a foot." Craig remembered out loud for all of us. "That girl can't wear a dress without a bra on under it 'cause she ain't firm enough ..." "A girl's gotta have good firm breasts to be able to wear a dress without no bra ..." Mike contributed to the conversation. My head was spinning so bad I was having trouble following the conversation. But even as drunk as I was, I knew what they were driving at. I couldn't say anything and, as a result, there was an awkward pause in the conversation. Finally, Ronnie picked it up again. "So that's why I told Mr. Pfar you had a better body than that girl in the movie. You understand, Karen?" "Yes ..." was all I could say. "So you agree you got a better body than she's got ..." Craig pressed. "Ah ... yes ... I guess I do ... " I said meekly. "Because your breasts is so firm you don't even have to wear a bra, do you?" Craig argued. "Ah ... I ... usually I wear a ... ah ... a brassiere." I tried to explain. " But ... ah ... sometimes ... I can't ..." "Like ... now?" Mike asked. I looked at him through alcohol-dimmed eyes. I could hardly even make out the expression on his face. He looked ... I don't know ... he looked ... anxious. I turned towards Ronnie. When he smiled gently, I knew everything was still alright. Everything was under control. "Yes ... like ... now." I answered carefully. "This dress is ... ah ... the way it's cut ... ah ... you can't wear a regular brassiere with it ... or the straps will show. So I ... ah ... I didn't wear one today." "Well I would say you don't really need to wear one, Karen," Mr. Pfar said politely. "You have a lovely figure." "The old man means ya got big tits ..." Craig interpreted crudely, "... but they's full and firm ..." "Ya don't call 'em tits," Mr. Pfar corrected his son. " Ya call 'em breasts." "Shit, Pop, when they get to be that big ya call 'em gazombas ..." Craig shot back. I listened this banter between them without much overt reaction, but inside I was getting upset. I closed my eyes to concentrate on my own thoughts. What were they arguing about? And why were they talking about me ... and my ... breasts ... so openly? What was happening here? And why wasn't Ronnie interrupting them? Why weren't we rushing out of this place and running across the hall to our apartment? Why ... why ... were my nipples getting hard? I felt hands on my neck and shoulders, strong hands kneading the tight muscles. I knew those hands. Ronnie was massaging my neck. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked up into the smiling face of the only man in the world that I loved. Gently he massaged me. And I melted at his touch. His gently reassuring smile massaged my frightened soul. I closed my eyes again. As my head swam in a sea of alcohol, a dense fog was settling in over those portions of my brain that were in control of my actions. I was going to have to rely on Ronnie to keep track of things, I remember thinking to myself. I just hope I don't do something silly to embarrass him. I love Ronnie so much, I would do anything for him. Anything he asked. "Make her ... show us her tits," Craig said cruelly. Mike raised his hand to his mouth, too late to cover his sophomoric little giggle. "Don't ..." I heard myself say. My eyes closed all by themselves. I tried to open them, but they wouldn't open. Ronnie was still massaging my neck. "Don't ... what?" Ronnie said. Mike giggled again. Craig had walked around behind the sofa and was standing next to Ronnie who was still massaging my shoulders. I knew right away he was standing back there so he could look down the front of my dress. And there was nothing I could really do about it. Mike sat down of the tea-table in front of me. I tugged down my skirt. I remember thinking that I was too damn drunk and that skirt was too damn short. And it was getting to be awfully God-damned hot in that apartment. "Don't what, Babe?" Ronnie was saying again. Only this time he was standing with Mr. Pfar over by the stereo across the room. I was startled because I thought he was still standing behind me massaging my neck and shoulders. I looked up and saw it was Craig who was now standing behind me massaging the muscles at the base of my neck firmly. I hadn't even noticed when they switched. Craig's hands were bigger than Ronnie's. And stronger. And he was grabbing a whole handful of my flesh in each of his big, strong hands as he squeezed harder than he had too. He was doing it on purpose, I realized immediately. By squeezing hard, he was showing me how strong he was ... compared to me. "Don't ... make ... me ... " I said slowly and deliberately. Mr. Pfar cleared his throat very loudly. He shook his head "no" and immediately Craig loosened his grip on my shoulders. His hands were still on me, but he wasn't massaging me hard like he was before. I was relieved that Mr. Pfar made him stop it. I looked up at Mr. Pfar and nodded to him. It was my way of thanking him for what he had done. He smiled back at me. Then, while he was still looking me in the eye and smiling, he said something so terrible that the words smacked me in the face and knocked me back against the sofa cushions .... "I think she's ready ... Ronnie ... " he said without even turning to Ronnie. "Ready to show us her tits?" Craig asked crudely. "Yes ..." Mr. Pfar answered. I closed my eyes again. I guess I was waiting for Ronnie to say something. Finally he did. "Karen?" Ronnie asked. I didn't even answer. I just nodded my head "yes." "The time has come for you to show the guys your tits ... so why don't you lean forward so Craig can unsnap the back of you dress for you." I didn't say a word. I just shook my head "no." I couldn't believe Ronnie would do this to me. He would stop if I said "no." He wouldn't make me do this. "Please ... Ronnie ... don't ..." I pleaded uselessly. "Lean forward, Karen ... " Ronnie said again, this time more sternly. I opened my eyes, but I was looking down. My bare legs were trembling, my knees still pressed firmly together. I looked up just a little to see Mike sitting in front of me. He was smiling and had a look of, I don't know, maybe anxious anticipation. He looked up from my bare legs to stare for a moment at my chest, and then he looked up at me. As soon as our eyes met, I looked down again. I was ashamed. I was drunk, but not too drunk to know what was about to happen to me. "Everything is alright, Babe ... just be a good little girl ... and lean forward ..." Ronnie continued. Craig's hands tightened again on my shoulders. I'm not sure if I leaned forward or if he pushed me forward, but I did go forward. I was bent over at the waist and almost all the way forward, my breasts touching my legs just above my knees. Craig's hands dropped from the top of my shoulders and I felt his fingers trail across my back towards the center of my spine. My head was still spinning from the booze and from leaning forward so fast, but I could still distinctly feel two of his fingers from each hand slip under the top of my dress in the back. When I had leaned forward, I had leaned towards Mike. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into his lap. He was sitting on the tea- table with his legs spread apart, one knee on either side of mine, and I was staring right at ... right at ... his crotch. Because of the way I was leaned forward and down, no one could see my face. No one could tell that I was looking. But I was looking. I should have closed my eyes, but I just continued to stare at Mike's ... crotch ... Suddenly Craig pulled my dress together in the back and the bodice of my dress dug into me. It was tight, so I breathed out to make more room. Craig fumbled for only a second with the snaps. I heard them pop open. In fact, the sound was so loud, I'm sure they all heard the snaps pop open. When they popped open, there was more room in the dress. I could breath again, and I breathed in deeply. My arms and hands had been in my lap. Now I reached up and cupped the bodice of the dress so it wouldn't fall. I stayed were I was, waiting for Ronnie to tell me what to do. I was still staring at Mike ... at his crotch ... at where his ... penis was ... was hard ... and I could see exactly how long he was 'cause his trousers were tight and ... the way his legs were spread ... I could see ... see the bulge ... the outline ... of his penis ... pointing down the left leg of his trousers ... his penis was ... bigger than Ronnie ... a lot ... thicker ... and ... longer ... Craig's fingers were still busy at the back of my dress. I felt him lower the zipper of my dress. First just a couple inches. Then he stopped. And then he lowered it the rest of the way down to my low back. The zipper on that dress went down lower than some others. Almost all the way to ... to the top of my butt. And he zipped it all the way down as far as it could go. His finger's let go of the zipper and trailed up my back a little. Teasing me. Letting me know he could do it. That he could touch me ... without my permission. "Yep," Mike announded, " ... no bra .." My dress fell open some, but not too much. The bodice still clung to my breasts and covered them as much as before. I held it in place. I didn't move an inch until I felt another hand on me. I knew instantly that it was Mike. He had reached forward and was stroking my head, combing his skinny fingers through my hair. I started to try to sit up but he wouldn't let me. His hand held me down. And he ... he ... petted me. That's the only word I can use for what he was doing. He was petting me gently like you would a dog or cat. His hand stroked down from the top of my head all the way down my curly hair to the nape of my neck where my hair parted and fell on either side of my neck. As he petted me, I could hear the others moving about. Someone sat down on either side of me on the sofa. I tried to look, but from my bent over position, all I could see were their shoes and legs. But I figured it out. It was Ronnie sitting down on my left and Craig sitting down on my right. I could hear Mr. Pfar walking back towards the bar. "Get Karen something to drink, will ya?" Ronnie called. "I already make her one, Pop, it's on the bar." Craig said loudly. I giggled. They couldn't possibly think I would drink another one of those Zombies, did they? I was already drunk before I started the last one. And now .... "Something funny, Karen?" Ronnie asked as he laid his friendly hand on my left shoulder and pulled me up so that I was sitting upright. I held my dress tightly to my body. "Yes ... ah ... no ..." I stammered. "... just ... ah ... I ... ah ... can't drink no more ... ah ... I mean ... any more ..." I laughed again. They were all staring. I saw Craig out of the corner of my eye trying to look in the side of my dress where the flap hung open from the back. I don't think he could see much more than, maybe, the side of my right breast. And Mike was still sitting on the table. Still trying to look up my dress. I dropped my left hand to the hem of my dress to tug it down again, holding the top of my dress up only with my right hand. The sides drooped down even more with only one hand to hold it up. I looked up at Ronnie to say something to him. I wanted to say that we had to leave. But I didn't get a chance to say anything. Mr. Pfar was just getting back from the bar with my drink and he was handing it too me. I just turned towards him and stared at the glass. "This is the last one you have to drink, Karen ... promise," Ronnie said. "I can't ... " I said helplessly. "Yes you can ... " Ronnie urged. I didn't want to use either hand. My right hand was holding up the top of my dress over my naked breasts and my left hand was pulling down the hem of my dress over my ... my ... nakedness. I looked up at Mr. Pfar, hoping that he would take pity on me and my predicament. In a way, I guess he did. "It's alright, little Lady ... " Mr. Pfar said solicitously. "I'll hold it for ya ... " Mr. Pfar moved the glass forward, pressing the cusp of it to my lips, and started to turn the glass up. I leaned my head back, opened my mouth, and Mr. Pfar poured the drink into my mouth. I swallowed twice ... two big gulps ... before I coughed and he pulled the glass away. The drink was nothing but liquors mixed together and the strength of it gagged me. I leaned forward a little and coughed a couple more times. My throat was burning. "Chug-a-lug ..." Craig ordered. "Yeah ... chug-a-lug ... chug-a-lug ..." Mike repeated. I didn't have a chance to refuse. Before I knew what was happening, Mr. Pfar had the glass up to my lips again. He pushed my head back with the glass and, when I opened my mouth to protest, he started pouring it into my mouth again. I swallowed ... and I swallowed ... and I swallowed... "Chug-a-lug ... chug-a-lug ... chug-a-lug ..." Craig and Mike chanted in unison. Mr. Pfar was pouring it faster than I could swallow it. Some of the drink spilled out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. A little even dripped on to tops of my breasts, but I drank most of that glass. I leaned back into the sofa and closed my eyes, waiting for the booze to hit me. It dawned on me, at that moment, that I wasn't the only one waiting for the booze to have its affect on me. It was suddenly very quiet in the room. They were waiting too. Because they knew what I knew. That, when the booze kicked in, I was going to be too drunk to ... too drunk to be able to resist. Too drunk to defend myself. Too drunk to ... hold up my dress ... or tug it down ... Suddenly the room seemed warm. I know I was perspiring. I heard someone moving and I looked up to see Ronnie standing in front of me with a washrag in his hand. I reached up for it with my left hand and it was cold. He had run cold water on it for me. But he didn't let go when I tried to take it. "Both hands, Karen ... take it with both hands ... " he ordered. And I did. I didn't even think twice about it. Ronnie told me to take it with both hands so I did. I opened up the washrag and buried my face in it. And the cold felt good on my hot, flushed face. I didn't even realize I had let the top of my dress fall down into my lap until I heard them talking. "Shit ... she's got great tits, Ronnie ... " Craig was saying. "Look at her nipples, Pop ... I ain't never seen nips that stuck out that far when they was hard, have you ..." Mike asked. "No ... never ... " Mr. Pfar answered. I kept my face buried in the washrag. There was nothing else I could do now. My face was even flusher now because I was blushing, but they couldn't see that. If I can't hid my breasts from them, I can at least hid my face I thought to myself. "I'll say this, Ronnie my boy, you didn't exaggerate. She's got a great set on her alright. They're bigger and firmer than the gal in that movie. But she's kinda shy, ain't she?" Mr. Pfar said. "She'll come around. Give her some time." Ronnie told him. Craig was getting up from the sofa. I peeked out from behind the washrag long enough to see he was walking over towards the TV and the VCR. He crouched down in front of the TV and turned it on. He was starting the movie again, I realized. I wiped my face with the washrag. I was starting to feel better again, but I was so drunk I was just barely able to think. I lowered the washrag from my face and used it to wipe the perspiration from my breasts. The cool rag felt so good on my breasts that I totally forgot the guys were still in the room. I reached under my left breast, lifted it up, wiped the cool rag under it, and gently laid my breast back down in the washrag. "Christ ..." Mike said in a loud whisper, "... would you look at that." I looked up at him. He was still sitting on the tea-table in front of me. He was grinning from ear to ear and staring at my breast which I was still holding up on the rag. I couldn't move, and I couldn't think of anything to say to him. So I just looked him in the eye and managed a crooked, nervous little smile. I have never been so embarrassed in all my life. Here I was, stripped to the waist, drunk, sweating, and holding one of my tits in a cold rag while I sit on a sofa in front of a young guy I hardly even know who's got a hard on from trying to look up my dress for the last hour ... and I don't have any panties on. And his brother is watching us. And their father. And my boyfriend.