From the time I was 13 to the time I was 18 my mom and I moved three times. For two of the moves, even as we moved in, I knew we were going to move out before too long. On top of that, I was almost insanely horny. In the more “urban” neighborhood we lived in when I was 16 I had already fucked a black prostitute named Shandra. However, after that adventure I never again had the luck I had with Shandra. As I met more people my age in the neighborhood I started to hang out more with the kids on the west end of the neighborhood. Whereas the east side of the neighborhood had West African and Caribbean immigrants, the west end of the neighborhood had a large Korean immigrant community, and a large population of second-generation Jewish people from Central Europe. This made a big difference in the people I was hanging out with.

One night I went to a party on the west end of the neighborhood with a guy I met playing basketball. It was at someone’s house, and I didn’t really know whose. Still, the house was full of kids my age, and there were a lot of hot Korean girls there, so I grabbed a drink and started to mingle.

Music was pumping in the dining room, and people were dancing. The house was packed with people. It took me about five minutes to get to the kitchen, which was full of people doing shots. I turned into an open doorway and realized I was at the top of the basement steps. Avoiding the crowd behind me, I decided to head into the basement. However, when I got down there I realized that I had stumbled into the make out room. The basement was finished and there were a couple of couches and carpet on the floor. Four or five couples were making out on the couches.

I started to head upstairs, since I was alone, and watching other people make out was creepy. As I backed up the stairs I ran into someone coming down the stairs. I turned and saw a smoking hot Korean girl. She was tall for a Korean, standing about five foot six. Her hair was cut short and asymmetrical and framed her beautiful face perfectly. She wore a one piece black miniskirt with black slip on heels. The dress perfectly framed her figure, showing off her B cup breasts, and the nice curve of her hips.

“Oh, sorry” I said as I tried to move out of her way.

“Leaving already?” she asked?

“Well, this seems like a bad place to be alone” I said.

“Yeah, but your not alone anymore” she replied.

I smiled at her and introduced myself. She said that her name was Sunny and it turned out that the party was at her house. Apparently she was a little bit of a wild child, and threw huge parties whenever her parents went away. Sunny told me to wait a minute and ran back upstairs. I could hear people yelling her name and cheering her on. Clearly she was very popular.

Sunny returned with a bottle of Korean soju, a big bottle of orange juice, an ice bucket and a cup. We sat down in a dark corner and mixed drinks.

“How come I’ve never seen you around?” Sunny asked.

I explained that I had moved to the neighborhood pretty recently, and went to the magnate high school outside of the neighborhood. We started to talk about where I had lived, and thinks I had done, and then about Sunny, and then I don’t know about what. We drank and drank while we talked and talked. We were really clicking and our conversation was getting more and more intimate as we got more and more drunk.

After a while I realized that the party seemed to be winding down upstairs. Most of the couples who were in the basement when I first went down had moved on, either to find more privacy, or to get back into the party.