David brings her to the bathroom to freshen up

Just as Candace was about to give in, she head a voice from above her. "Hey, you're awake."

She opened her eyes, and sure enough, there was David. He was dressed a bit nicer than the hoodie and sweatpants she'd seen him in before, in a button down shirt. "David," she breathed.

"This girl sure is something, David," the woman said, hand still resting on her pussy nonchalantly.

Candace couldn't help but arch her hips, pressing back against her hand. "Ah, fuck-"

"She sure is," the man holding her wrists said, and Candace looked up at him. A chill ran down her spine when he of course did not meet her eyes, but stared at her naked body. She'd almost forgotten he was there, and she'd been putting on a hell of a show for him.

"Dude, let go of her," David said, smacking the man on the arm.

People seemed to do what David told them to do, she noted. The man immediately released her, and Candace scrambled into a sitting position. Some of the fight was going out of her, she had to admit, and she didn't cover herself as tightly as she had been. She simply crossed her arms in front of her torso, hunching over to appear a bit more modest. The group had already seen her writhing around naked on the couch, she thought. The damage was done.

"C'mon," she heard David say, and he pulled her to her feet by her right wrist. Candace squirmed, still covering her chest with one arm. David addressed his two handsy friends - "We'll be back in a little bit."

David turned and, still gripping Candace's wrist, marched through the packed house. Candace stumbled along in a daze, one arm draped over her bouncing tits, totally exposed in the throng of people. She felt her thighs glide with her wetness as she walked, pressed in from all sides as David dragged her along.

Of course, she had no boundaries. She was a naked girl at a party, and people grabbed handfuls of her as she went by. Mostly, they went for her unprotected ass, swatting and pinching it. This was humiliating, all these people seeing her as a nude, anonymous, horny girl. She simply focused on keeping up with David, afraid to release her chest to the grabbing hands.

"Where're we going?" she asked, as the crowd thinned out. They were near a door at the end of the hallway, and Candace was feeling a bit thankful that David had pulled her through the crowd so quickly.

"Right here, to the bathroom," David said. Then, shocking her yet again, he reached out and rubbed her pubic mound.

Candace's jaw dropped, her hips involuntarily bucking into his hand. "Ah!" she gasped, arm falling away from her chest.

"I noticed earlier you were getting a little stubbly." David rubbed lower, kneading her flesh and pinching her lips. He was rough and almost unconcerned with the affect it was having on her, acting as if he wasn't trying to turn her on. "How about a bath?"

Candace, meanwhile, continued to linger in her near-orgasmic haze. "F-fuck," she breathed, rolling her hips, trying unsuccessfully to find a rhythm to his groping. "David, p-please-"

He held his hand still, a few fingers hooked inside her. Then, she finally registered his words. Looking down, she saw he was right - she normally kept herself clean shaven, but her hair was starting to grow back in.

She saw his hand, hooked into her entrance, and felt herself grip him. God, she'd been naked for so long, she just wanted this to be over.

"C'mon," David said, opening the bathroom door. Candace allowed herself to be pulled inside, away from the prying eyes.