It was custom for my parents and their friends to have us teenagers help serve at their parties. We didn’t make the drinks, but we took them to guests after their orders. It was pocket change for us and it was fun.

One particular party I’ll never forget. There was this woman there that I had never seen before and I figured a new person in my parent’s realm of friends. She was average in height and weight, but I could not notice her large breasts stretching against her low cut dress. She was good looking too. What got to me was that everytime I asked her if she wanted another drink, she would engage me forever in questioning me about my personal life. She would also push herself against me, pressing those breasts against my chest. This turned me on and I told my friends about it.

As the party was about to end and I began cleaning up, she was there looking at me strangely and then said she could not find her coat in the upstairs bedroom where guests left their coats. I figured she had too many drinks and was perhaps lost in the house. She turned to me, staring at my body and with a grin on her face and said, “Would you please help me find my coat upstairs?” I didn’t know how she could miss her own coat, but replied as politely as I could, “Sure, I’ll help you.” She took my hand quite firmly and led me up the stairs as if I didn’t know how to climb stairs.