Carly spread her auburn hair over the pillow and shivered in anticipation, the smooth satin sheets cool against her hot, nude body. It was the blindfold. “Leave it in place,” they’d said when she’d “won” the use of the bedroom. Enjoy the erotic, carnal pleasure of raw sex without ever knowing who her partner was. Any moment now, the door knob would turn and one of the hired male strippers—bare-chested men with rope abs right off the cover of a bodice-ripper—would draw the winning straw, break from the party in the next room and come to her.
Come. Dear God, what if he just ground his cock into her without foreplay? This was the 80’s… Bang parties were what was happening. Would she be wet enough to take him? Carly slid her hand down between her thighs and inserted a finger. Moist, but not slick. Frantically, she stroked her clitoris, pressing the little nub hard. She would be mortified if one of those hot hunks found out how inexperienced she really was. One lover was all she’d had. Damn, why had she let her friends talk her into this?
She knew why. Her sorority sister, Jillian,—golden-haired, silver-tongued—loved taking risks, living on the edge. When she’d gotten the invitation to this party, Carly had agreed to come along to keep an eye on her and had lugged along her friend, Charles, whom she’d known since junior high. Steady, reliable Charles would make sure things didn’t get out of hand. Carly never suspected, as they entered a room with the Bee Gees blaring from a Saturday Night Fever soundtrack, that she would be the fortieth person to walk through the door and hence, a “winner”. Charles had tried to get her to pass on this “invitation”, but she’d stuck her chin out stubbornly. It was time she got over the hurt of being dumped. A sexy, no-name man giving her a mind-blowing orgasm was just what she needed. To hell with emotions. Mr. Stud would be just fine.
The door squeaked open and she caught her breath. This was it then.
Hearing amplified, she listened to the rustle of clothing being removed and then felt the mattress sink as the guy lowered himself beside her. He checked to make sure the blindfold was securely in place.
“Scared?” he whispered.