We find an empty basement

My girlfriend and I expertly shoot down any advances from the guys at the party. Our first idea is to make our way out to any exit of the house we can find, but we find this hallway that doesn’t have any lights on and that many of the guests are not occupying for some reason. We think that it’s a back door to the backyard, but when we open it, we find stairs going down. We follow it and find an empty basement. It’s decorated like an old sitcom, sans the cameras, with a considerable flat screen TV opposite an old, but comfy-looking couch.

Rachel skipped to the couch and beckoned me with a finger to join her. Seeing that the room appeared totally empty, I walked over to the couch, swaying my hips on my approach to Rachel. Eager to start our private fun, I held Rachel’s head and gave her a passionate kiss. She was shocked at first, but as I continued it, breathing deeply with our lips locked, slowly my friend gave in and kissed me back. Not knowing where to put her hands, Rachel instead tried to put her hands on wherever on my body she could reach. Much of it landed on my hips, but it was great to have her semi-**** hands on me at the very least.

“You’re a great kisser, Charlene,” Rachel said after we broke our kiss, the both of us breathing heavily after our makeout session.

“You too,” I say, my eyes wandering her body to find a place where I can lift up her shirt. My fingers find purchase on the side of her shirt and I can only slip one of my hands up so that my hand is touching the skin of her torso, when her kiss continues, but not on my lips, but somewhere just below, across the skin of my neck.

This proves to be too much for me and even though Rachel is a couple inches shorter than me, she is able to press her weight against me, causing the back of my knees to collide with the couch behind me. I collapse into a seated position on the couch, momentarily disconnected from Rachel’s lips. What is on his lips is a sinister smile and seeing my lap is unoccupied, she straddles it and resumes her lip-locked onslaught. I do not recall being **** and I was anything but. With the benefit of a private room, a young, hot body grinding itself upon you, and the sensations we both were feeling after taking X-Change, we kiss and makeout, running our hands all across our bodies, savoring each touch and taste.

But the excitement is cut short when we hear the door at the top of the steps open and a pair of footsteps make their way down. I instinctively break my kiss and turn around, witnessing a pair of individuals appearing in the room.