In the Middle of Mardi Gras

Right after college graduation, I was out with some friends for a night of celebration. I had a few drinks, and as usual, got very chatty. I told my roommate's girlfriend that I would miss her, as I was leaving for grad school. Then I told her that I had always thought she was the prettiest girl in the dorm (from back when we were in the same dorm), which was rather bold for me. I don't know what had gotten into me, but I didn't mean anything by it as she obviously had a boyfriend, and I had a girlfriend. The following February, a buddy and I drove down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. We rented a campsite in the city (weird), pitched our tent, then took a city bus over to the French Quarter. When we got on it was quite empty and we grabbed a couple of seats near the back. However, as the bus made its course, it started to get very crowded. A young woman, dressed in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit, wound up right in front of me. I judged her to be about sixteen years old. "Mind if I sit down?" she asked me, and then promptly sat herself in my lap. I was flabbergasted. As the bus bumped along the road, I could feel her wiggling her ass into me, and she gave me a shy smile as she felt my reaction. Soon enough, the bus ride was over and I really didn't know what to make of the experience. The party was raging in the French Quarter, and my buddy and I wandered from bar to bar, and eventually we wandered into a strip club--a first for both of us. It made us rather uncomfortable, and we left quickly. When we first planned the trip, it was just going to be my buddy and me. But on the drive down, he let me know that his girlfriend was going to come, too, and bring a couple of friends. They arrived the next day. What I didn't know was that one of the friends was my old roommate's girlfriend! That day, the French Quarter was even more crowded. There were thousands of people wandering the streets, and it was actually difficult to make your way through them. The five of us formed a chain, holding hands, in order to stick together as we snaked through the crowd. I was at the end of the line, and my roommate's girlfriend, who I will call Jen, was the only one holding my hand (a situation I was enjoying because I was definitely still attracted to her). I didn't realize that at some point, she had let go of the person ahead of her and we were now separated from the group by a good bit. Without warning, she turned around to me with an inscrutable look on her face. Then she pounced on me with a manic kiss and I realized it had been pure lust on her face. I enthusiastically kissed her back, our tongues exploring as we clasped ourselves together tightly, like we were trying to melt into each other. Almost immediately, she shoved her arm down the front of my jeans and grabbed ahold of my hard cock and jerked it furiously. No one had ever gone so directly after my crotch before, and certainly not on a public street surrounded by thousands of onlookers (unclear how many noticed in their state of inebriation). I worked my hand up her shirt and thrilled at grasping her firm little tits and flicking her hard nipples. I managed to get my hand down her pants too, but the angle was a little odd so the best I could do was sort of fumble around. We were both panting and moaning. I pushed her up against a nearby brick wall. We dry humped while making out, and that’s where our friends found us. We were roundly chastised. Around then I realized that neither of us had said a word throughout the entire experience. When we did finally get a chance to speak, she said to me, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since what you said at graduation.” That evening it was raining, and instead of going back to our tent, the girls let us stay in their hotel room so long as we slept on the floor. I fantasized about slipping into Jen’s bed (unlikely with someone else already there) or sneaking into the bathroom with her, but had to just dream about it. We left the next day. Some months later, I made a weekend trip to my old college and saw a number of friends at different times. I actually visited my old roommate, who had no idea about anything that had happened. I felt pretty rotten about that. Later, I visited my favorite old bar with a bunch of friends, including Jen. We all sat at a big table at the back of this famously dark bar. Jen and I sat at the back corner of the table, and as we talked with all our friends, I surreptitiously slipped my hand into her pants and under her panties. Her pussy was slick and warm as I rubbed her clit and stuck my fingers into her. She similarly got into my pants and got ahold of my throbbing cock. It became quite hard to keep up conversation. Shortly, everyone decided it was time to go home. Outside the bar, Jen was clinging to me as we decided which way to go. Our friends separated us, however, preventing us from truly consummating the cheating. As some of them dragged her off in the opposite direction, I saw the look on her face. Similar to before, but with an added component. A sort of lust-haze where she wasn’t quite sure where she was but just needed more. I’ve seen it a few more times in my life, and remembering each time drives me wild.