So many lights. Like the entire galaxy had crashed the party and flung stars over every single surface, living and non-living, bathing the entire room in warm starlight. I turned in place, more of a slow spin, drinking in as much as I could handle without falling to my knees, overwhelmed. Beautiful. Too beautiful, really. It almost hurt. I vaguely recognized the music. Hendrix. I think. It washed over everything, turning my senses inside out. Orange scented licorice sailed past my nose. My mouth watered, warm peach juice coating my lips and the back of my throat. People danced, surrounding me, some lost in another world, some sharing smiles, reassuring words, one, a kiss.

Oh, I wanted more of those. Someone took my hand, tugging gently. A girl, my age, blonde, her skin soaking in the universe, changing colors until she’d been all the colors of the rainbow and then some. She kissed me again, or maybe I kissed her. I know I wanted to. She tasted like fudge.

“I’m too warm,” I told her, laughing a little, feeling like I might melt if I didn’t cool off.

She answered with a smile, her arms around my waist. We moved, swayed, touched, a sensuous dance, her fingers finding the zipper of my dress and dragging it slowly down. My mini slid down around my legs, a pool of strawberry and tangerine and lime polka dots on a field of lemony sunshine. Another laugh, her finger tips cool against my flesh, tracing the edges of my panties, drawing abstract shapes on my stomach, my arms, our eyes connected as we kissed. I felt the straps of my bra slide down my arms and then I was free. I kissed her again, our tongues exchanging flavors, peach mingling with chocolate to create a new confection on my taste buds.

“Beautiful,” she breathed before leading me across the room to another, this one lit by flickering candle light.

She took me to the bed and gently pushed me down on its edge.

Hands upon the crown of her head, her hair a golden nimbus, I caressed and stroked, my fingers curious, matching the movement of her tongue as she pushed cloth to one side and pleasured me, bringing me slowly to a boil before pushing me over the edge, much to my orgasmic delight. And again. And a third time, and a forth, until I was too lost in overwhelming pleasure to keep track. I dozed for a heartbeat, awakening to the feel of her nakedness against mine, our mouths melded together and our limbs tangled so that I could not tell where I ended and she began. I stroked her drenched pussy until she began to shiver and shake, only then curling a single digit into her, enjoying the way she tightened around it and cried out wordlessly into my mouth, her entire being rumbling, finally convulsing, her cry making my heart stutter. In the other room, The Beatles began to goo goo g’joob as we slowly melted together, my hands upon her temples, lips brushing hers, hungry for more.