They were sitting in a corner of the joint when five guys came in and sat down.
“D’ ya mind if we sit here?” one of them asked.
Helen said, “No; sit where you like."
He grinned at her. Helen thought he was quite good-looking, as were his friends. Helen and Hayley got talking to them for about half an hour, then Hayley said, “I’ve got to go now; are you coming?” Helen said she’d stick around, and off Hayley went.
Helen was ensconced in the corner with two of the young guys. After another couple of drinks the guy who had spoken first (his name turned out to be Ross) asked her if she fancied going to a party.
“Maybe," she replied, “Where is it?”
It turned out to be not too far away; just the other side of the town centre.
“Are there going to be lots of people there?” Helen didn’t really like crowds.
Ross gave her that sheepish grin again,
“Not really; just us lot.”
“So what you’re saying is you’ve got some cans to take back to your place?”
“More or less,” he answered with another grin.
Helen thought about it, then said, “OK, cool, but just for an hour or so.”
They were soon speeding off in a cab to Ross’s roomy ground floor apartment. Helen grabbed one of the sofas and half lay there with a can of strong lager in her fist. Two of the others sat on the spare couch, while the remaining three sat on the floor. They formed a sort of semi-circle around Helen. She thought to herself,
What am I wearing? The answer was, Not much.
She had leather sandals with no stockings, a very short black skirt, a short top showing her belly, a skimpy bra and a thong. She could feel these men undressing her with their eyes. She was not a big drinker, and had already had more than her usual allowance. She decided to have some fun with them.
“Last time I was in a room full of guys they wanted me to do a strip.”
The blokes cheered. Ross asked, “Well, did you?”
It was Helen’s turn to grin.
“I might have done,” she said as she took another swig.
There was an uncomfortable pause, then she added, “The problem with guys is, when you’ve got no clothes on they won’t take no for an answer.”
The blokes looked a bit embarrassed, as if they weren’t sure what she meant. They were a little shy, Helen noticed. She thought she would throw caution to the winds.
“I can understand that. I mean, if a girl strips in front of a group of guys, she must be up for it. But sometimes something happens, then the girl starts crying rape, or gang rape. It’s not right.”
The blokes began to nod their heads wisely; it was obvious they didn’t agree with the crap she was talking, but it was equally obvious they liked the effect of what she was saying. Helen took another swig; she was slowly getting drunk. She could feel the warmth of desire spreading up her body from her toes, like sap from the roots of a tree.