The Cheeky Shag: The First in Park Slope
by Celina Huynh
My first sex party was when I was a freshman. This guy messaged me on Tinder inviting me to a party he was hosting. It seemed a bit shady at first for him to invite me having never met me, but I was young and naive and full of curiosity. I remember I was thinking for so many days whether or not to go, but I had nothing to do that night. I hadn’t made friends in the city yet, and I was sick of eating chipotle alone. So an orgy sounded like a nice alternative to a chicken bowl with extra guac.
It was a really nice apartment in Park Slope, I got there relatively on time - there were only 3 other people there. The host was super sweet, he looked a lot like this gay pornstar Rafael Alencar. I was nervous but as an acting major, I defaulted to playing a character, which was always nicer than being yourself. We all just sat around and talked for a bit, then when more people came, the host made everyone tequila drinks splashed with orange juice.
The theme of the party was wigs (he apparently had different themes every time), and everyone had to take off their clothes upon arrival and just wear the wig. For the first hour or so, we were all sitting around and chatting in our underwear and drinking. I enjoyed the company and felt no sense of stress or inhibitions. Most of the guys were attractive, but I was more drawn to one girl in particular who was androgynous and goth looking. At one point, I started getting pretty wasted, and the host pulled me aside and said if I can't handle myself he'll have to kick me out. There were around twenty people there, a good balance of boys and girls, but my eyes kept being drawn to the androgyne. She had a brutal Eastern European look with short, blunt black hair and blue eyes that sparkled against her ear piercings. I was so focused on talking in her little circle that I didn't even notice people were fucking right next to me. The place was big, like 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. Condoms and lube and poppers everywhere. So funny.
When I first joined in on the game, I went with this guy into one of the rooms. He was the most approachable, soft and gentle in demeanor and I had talked with him enough to feel comfortable. We hooked up on a bed that three other people were hooking up on. I remember I swallowed so hard that I threw up a little, but he had two other girls on top of him so I don’t think he noticed. And then I went out into the living room and saw the androgyne. I found out her name was Sarah and she was a model from Russia. We were both electrocuted by each other, high and hazy, she grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me to the bathroom. We made lust in the tub. The sink was broken, and we were dry strangers. I was drunk and distressed. Being incoherent was grosse and fuzzy, the lost of control on top of the layer of sweat and makeup buildup on my face. In my tequila haze, so much skin was pleasant to look at. Prosthetic, plastic, but still real.