Chapter 3: Steven Fingers Me in Public

On my way back to the table I almost bumped straight into a guy and when I looked up my eyes widened as I realized who it was - Steven.

“Can I help you get back to your seat?” he offered.

I had a feeling the offer implied he was planning to take a seat with me when we got there but that was OK with me. Steven worked through the crowd, muscling people aside and spreading them apart like Moses at the Red Sea. When we got back, Kristen was still gone but Beth was waiting with a couple of guys fawning over her.

“Steven!” she cried out and stood up to give him a hug as we approached. Steven and Beth hugged like old friends and I couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’d fucked her at the parties they attended together.

“I see you met Kelly,” she said with a sly grin, “You DO remember her, don’t you Steven?”

Steven laughed and reached over to give me a hug. “How could I ever forget the hottest initiation ever?”

Well, he was undoubtedly exaggerating but it still made me feel good. I remembered when I first found out that he was going to fuck me - and fuck me in the middle of the living room surrounded by all those strangers. I am sure at first he must have thought I was some shy prude but once we got started, I think I gave him about all he could handle. I’d of been really disappointed if he had forgotten it.

Steven took a seat next to me and pushed the chair close to mine so he was tight against me. He put one arm around my shoulders and placed his other hand square on top of my upper leg, pushing my dress aside without so much as an “excuse me”.

“You know, you look different with your clothes on,” he said with a grin, “Your boobs are bigger now too.”

Well, he was nothing else if not forward, that was for sure. I just smiled at him, wondering exactly how I should respond but he didn’t wait for me.

“You mind?” he asked, taking his hand off my leg and reaching for my boobs. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that and he must have taken my hesitation for approval as next thing I knew, he had my right breast cupped in his hand!

“Nice ... very nice,” he said approvingly, as if he was at some county fair judging melons.

“What are you doing?” I finally managed to say as I pulled his hand away from me, “There’s a million people watching!”

“Never knew you to be the shy one,” he chuckled, putting his hand back on my leg although a couple of inches higher this time, “You didn’t seem to mind being watched last time I met you, that’s for sure.”

Did I really have to spell that out for him? There was a little bit of a difference between being in a private home with people where sex was expected versus in a public place where the suggestion of sex was undoubtedly anticipated but not the actual practice. I knew full well before coming here that I would be fondled and groped;, heck, that was half the fun. I just hadn’t anticipated it would start right out in the middle of things!