Under the Influence

When I was 22, I was invited by an old school friend named Roacky to come to his birthday party. I dressed, dolled up and went to the club where we were to meet. I was escorted by the usher to a private table at the back of the club that Roacky had reserved and I turned out to be dead on time and the only other person there. The booth was spacious, nicely cushioned and the tables had several trays of glasses and wine bottles! Not long after though, Roacky's second guest arrived, a smart suited guy named Adam. Roacky introduced us, then trailed off to go outside to call and find out when everyone would be arriving. Adam sat next to me and poured himself a glass of wine. We talked about our relations to our host, our jobs and just general stuff. I would describe Adam as a compulsive drinker, because he did not pace each glass of wine and drank as if he was thriving off it. After his second glass, I vocally made note of it to him, to which he replied he enjoyed getting drunk; furthermore he ecstatically commented that he's a lightweight and laughed at how his this earned him the nickname "cheap date". As the music blared on, Adam placed his arm over my shoulder and moved his head closer to talk into my ear, which I thought made sense but was also a sly move. Other guests also turned up, but my attention was on him, listening to his articulate but slurred voice. His head hung close to mine, his eyes were closed, indicating to me that the drink had taken its toll on him. I liked him. I thought he was confident, cute and somewhat eccentric. In a moment impulse for fun, I titled my head and kissed him. I waited for him to wake up and look me in the eyes and kissed him again. His other hand laid on my lap where it stroked and rubbed my thigh. The booth crowded with guests. I circulated and met other people. Adam and I posed together for some pictures. Eventually it was time to move on to another club, but Adam was barely in a position to walk by himself, the poor fool. It was up to me ensure he kept up and followed the rest of the group. I held him beside me by his hip, his around my shoulder as we walked. At the club, I led Adam to the dance floor with me. I stood with my back to him, swaying my hips, upper body and arms, and felt him press up to me behind from behind. His arms wrapped around from the back of my waist, feeling my hips and stomach. He was bold and he was naughty, and enjoyed how intimate he was, pinching the waistband of my panties. I was surprised I could not feel his dick grind against me, but he was eager to grope and please as he squatted down and lowered the reach of his hand, sliding his fingers on my slit. His hand would shift back and forth from holding my hips and touching my pussy, with the occasional press only slightly going past my lips through my panties. I would turn my head to kiss him, as his arms cradled and rocked my swaying body. With how crowded and tight the dance floor was, I doubt anyone could see low enough to know what was really going on.