Whoops!

It's well known that university courses can be very demanding, some courses more than others but in all cases, we students need to take time out from our studies to unwind on occasions. The student's notice board is always peppered with ads for social gatherings of one sort or another. The one that said "Loud music; free booze; just bring yourself, you're guaranteed a warm welcome" caught my eye. Student loans don't stretch to much socialising, so the prospect of free booze was not without appeal.

I dressed smart / casual for the occasion and scented myself up with my most expensive cologne. I thought, 'you never know, the love of my life just might be there'.

The venue was not all that preposessing. It was a no longer used lecture room awaiting refurbishment. It could be hired for a song by the students from an administration that hated seeing things going to waste. No questions were ever asked, other than "When do you want it? How long do you want it for? You do know you'll have to pay for all damage and breakages, don't you?" All activities had to end by midnight, but that was just about the only rule there was. So, anything goes then. It's exciting when you don't know what to expect, isn't it. Your heart beats a little faster and you become more self-aware in the face of the unknown and this was my very first student rave. I'd been to other student social events, but these had mostly consisted of cheesy nibbles, the odd glass of wine and pseudo-intellectual chat. This promised to be pure party and I was well up for it. The drum and bass music was certainly well loud as I approached the appointed place for our revels. Still, I could hear laughter in the mix, along with the odd girly squeal that suggested that someone was really enjoying themselves in there. Two rather butch goth girls dressed in tight fitting leather greeted me in the lobby and handed me a rather large glass of what they call the "house cocktail". This I had to "consume in one go on the spot in order to be granted admittance to the inner sanctum." Truth to tell, this is not an uncommon practice in student circles where you're having to enjoy yourself against the clock and haven't got time for lengthy ice breaking activities. Accordingly, I dutifully held my breath and gulped the liquor down. It was sweet and didn’t burn my throat much so that was alright.

"How was that for you" one of the goths asked.

"Fine" I replied in a rather rasping whisper; clearly that drink was a tad more potent than I first thought). "Quite nice really" I went on to say once my breathing had returned to normal as had my voice, "will there be more of this stuff inside?"

"Oh, you won't be needing any more, honey. You're already well dosed up and I reckon that round about now, if I asked you to snog me, you would."

WHAT? Boy, was I in the wrong place. If this was one of THOSE parties, it definitely wasn't for me. I'm certainly no lezzy and had never snogged a girl in my life so quite naturally, my immediate reaction to this off the wall remark was to indignantly splutter, "I beg your pardon but what did you just...." I didn’t get any further since one goth girl suddenly grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms to my sides while the other one who'd just propositioned me advanced, lips puckered. They were big lips, slick with thick black greasy lipstick, yet they felt really soft and moist as they fastened onto mine. I'd been too shocked to think of turning my head away but despite being stunned, being somewhat passionately snogged by a voluptuous leather clad dyke turned out to be not altogether unpleasant. In fact, as she persisted, I warmed to the unfamiliar sensations I was experiencing as a result of what this strange girl was doing to me. She was gentle, smooth, soft, you know, everything a guy isn’t. This was all new to ne. A fellow female was actually physically appreciating me with her lips whilst her hands suddenly seemed to be everywhere on my body at once. I was being heavily groped. Though this felt kinky and strange, it also felt erotically exciting and I started kissing her back with parted lips. Immediately, her broad tongue invaded my mouth which I instinctively began to suck on. She tasted of something wonderful and I sought to drink as much of her in as I could. I was beginning to feel a little light headed and could hear myself making the breathy feeding sounds a baby makes when it's suckling at the breast. Breasts. That's another thing: her leather clad ones were flattening my more flimsily clothed boobs as she held me firmly but jot roughly against her and I was suddenly aware that mine were now becoming rather touch sensitive. Her hands sliding in between us and giving my c-cups a squeeze confirmed this. My arms were released and I immediately embraced her in an effort to hang on to this new form of erotic pleasure for as long as possible.

"Prise her off me, Sonya" I heard my new lover say to her gothy partner once she'd disengaged her mouth from mine; I reckon she's ready to go in now."