Chelsea Davenport stared at the front of the house, the flutters in her stomach making her wish she hadn't had that taco salad for dinner. As much as she liked Marcia and Brent Ritter, walking into a house full of people ready to f**k with just a wink made her a little nervous. This was even more intense than the after-party last weekend. There would be more people, more strangers, all expecting to get their rocks off at some point tonight. These were people who were hardcore about their s*x. They expected to get their d***s wet or their p*****s pounded. What if someone she wasn't attracted to wanted to have s*x with her? How would she be able to refuse them and not embarrass anyone?
“Are you okay?" Darren asked from beside her, reaching out and taking her hand in his. The car idled, and
