When I was 15, one of my friend called me a bit before midnight on a friday. She told me she was at this birthday party with some other girls getting drunk and that I really had to swing by. (She actually sounded already kinda tipsy and I could hear other girls yelling and partying around her.)
They were a bit far from where I lived but the call for adventure was just too much, I called a cab and eventually got there after a 50$ ride. Once there, my friend introduced me to the others. They were six relatively drunk girls all happy to meet me. I was the only guy at this girls party that I did not know at all, far away from home. They proceeded to show me where the booze was and I started drinking with them. I remember feeling nervous at the beginning, but the alcohol quickly made me forget I knew almost none of these girls and we started partying like the kids we we're.
About two hours after my arrival, the girl who lives there take me to her brothers room ( he was not there this night, neither as her parent of course.) We started playing around on his drum when this other girl comes in and sit on the bed next to us. A couples of minutes pass, I'm alone playing around the drum now. The two other girls are laughing and talking when suddenly, they start kissing, they are kissing in a really intense way. I remember standing up, and then using all the courage the alcohol gave me, go sit next to them and try to include myself in what they were doing.
The mission was a success. We all kissed for some time when my friend, the one I knew before coming here, entered the room only to find us half naked kissing on the brother's bed. Her reaction was not the one I tought she would have. She just took her shirt off and joined us. I was in bed with 3 girls, half naked and drunk.
This is the part where all my regrets come from. I was still a virgin at that time and I was a bit shy about showing myself completly naked. Things were getting hotter in bed with these three girls when one of those decided to start unbuckling my belt to try and take my pants off. I stopped her. I was so nervous and I only remember this stupid sentence I said: "ladies first, take those pants off" It could have worked out well but instead of listening, they just kept trying to take MY pants off.
That's where I made the mistake. I stopped them from doing so. Whatever the reason my stupid brain was giving me, I stopped them from taking my pants off and that's when akwardness came into play. I remember they were a bit sad because I did not let them and it kinda put a cold to the whole thing. We then kept drinking a bit until it was time to go to bed.
Waking up was like a nightmare. I remember opening my eyes and asking myself where the fuck I was for a couple of seconds. I was in bed with the girl who lives there, with my clothes still on. She was asleep but it did not take long before everyone started waking up.
Akward. Akward is the best word to describe this morning. The party girls from the night before were gone and only those shy girls, wondering who the hell I was were left. My friend's mother was on her way to pick us up, she was nice enough to give me a ride back home but while we waited for her, I felt like hours went by. It was one of the most akward moment of my life.