The Party

Sinéad stood nervously in line as the queue slowly shuffled its way towards the Immigration desk. She knew her paperwork was in order but there were still nagging doubts at the back of her mind. She?d heard of enough people who?d got deported from the States and she didn?t want to be among them.It was her first time in America. In fact, it was the first time she?d ever been out of Ireland. She looked at the front of her passport for the five hundredth time. Her finger traced the embossed gold harp and the words Eire on the burgundy cover. She brought the passport to her nose. The pages still smelt new.You'd have thought, the way her mother had gone on, that she was emigrating forever instead of just going to college in New York for an exchange year. Her mother was standing in the kitchen now, fretting. It was like something from a Flann O?Brien novel as she pressed a half dozen sandwiches wrapped in tinfoil into Sinéad?s hands. ?For on the journey,? she?d explained through a tear-stained face. Her mother?s tears had started Sinéad off and when her poor Dad came in to tell her that her case was in the car, he?d joined in too. They?d only needed the dog howling to complete the full set.Sinéad had left the sandwiches in her Dad?s car. He promised he?d get rid of the evidence before he got home. As she got out of the car, her Dad sang the first few lines of the Pogues' song, ?The Body of an American? and Sinéad had to quickly shut the door and head into the airport before a fresh downpour of teardrops started flowing.Once through Passport Control, with a ?Welcome to America, Ma?am,? still ringing in her ears, she saw the sign ?Sinead O?Really? in the arrivals hall held by a bursa escort grinning woman in her early forties who was eagerly scanning the faces of the arrivals from the Dublin flight.?HI, I?m Sinéad O?Reilly.??Hi, so glad you made it, Sinéad. Welcome to America. I'm Dorothy, I?m the International Students liaison officer for NYU.?As Dorothy continued to talk, she led Sinéad out of the arrivals hall and towards the car park. Once the luggage was stowed and they were on their way, Dorothy explained that Sinéad would be living in a house with four other international students who were also studying at the Brooklyn campus but none of them would be on Sinéad?s study programme.Sinéad wasn?t really listening. She was suffering a combination of tiredness and culture shock. She kept thinking, ?it?s just like in the movies? as another yellow taxi drove by. She could see the skyscrapers of Manhattan as they drove across the bridge and the butterflies in her stomach did yet another fly past at the sight of the NYPD patrol car and the Walk Don?t Walk signs.Dorothy pulled up on a residential-looking street and led her into the brownstone building and up a couple of flights of stairs before ringing the bell. ?I?ve got a key for you but I always prefer the students to know when I?m here rather than just busting in on them in the middle of god know?s what.?Dorothy gave Sinéad a look as if to say, ?I know you kids all do drugs and have sex all the time but I don?t mind as long as I don?t know.?An Asian girl opened the door and smiled when she saw Dorothy.?Alice, this is Sinéad. She?s from Ireland.?Alice smiled, said hello then announced she was going back to bed. They watched her head bursa escort bayan back down the corridor. The pink tee shirt she wore as a nightshirt was not quite long enough to hide the fact she wasn?t wearing any knickers.Dorothy started showing Sinéad around but after seeing her yawn, told her to go get some sleep and that she could meet the rest of her roommates later, once they were up. Sinéad agreed and was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.Sinéad woke up a few hours later. She could hear movement and cupboard doors being opened and crockery being laid on the table. Brushing the sleep dust from her eyes, she wandered into the kitchen.On seeing her, Alice introduced her to the rest of the inmates, as she described them. Stefan was a tall blonde Polish boy, Maria was an Argentinian girl and Lorenzo was a cute dark-haired Italian.?Hey, Irish,? Lorenzo grinned. ?Now we feel outnumbered.? He pointed to Stefan. ?Three girls and only two guys.?Sinéad laughed.?I?m sure we won?t cramp your style that much.?She looked at Alice who grinned back and raised an eyebrow while Maria just laughed.After gobbling down a bowl of cereal, Sinéad felt better. Alice said they were all going to a party and they hoped she?d want to tag along. Sinéad agreed and went back to her room to get ready.Half an hour later, with her blonde hair washed and styled and her favourite teal dress on, she met up with the rest of them. Lorenzo gave the obligatory wolf whistle while Alice grabbed her wrists and told her she looked fabulous.The girls tottered off on their heels and Sinead was glad it was only a couple of blocks to the party. They stopped off en route to pick up some beers and escort bursa Sinéad was relieved she?d turned 21 the month before when she was carded before being given the beer.Stefan explained that a friend of theirs that they?d met a couple of days before was an actor and the get-together was the closing night party for the play he was in and there should be quite a crowd there.The party was in full swing by the time they arrived and Sinéad soon found herself standing in the kitchen, her usual spot at parties. She was listening to a very earnest young poet called Benjamin trying to explain why studying at university was bourgeois and designed to crush your individuality when she saw Alice walk past, carrying a bottle of tequila. Alice waved then leant in and whispered, ?Follow me.?Sinéad excused herself and followed Alice up the stairs. Alice?s ass swayed in the tight black shorts and she remembered Alice?s walk that morning when she?d flashed her bare ass.She?d expected to find a bedroom when she entered the upstairs room but it was another sitting room with several people lounging on a couple of settees and a few more were sitting on the floor.A theatrical-looking man saw Alice and immediately reached out and took her hand.?Darling, I?ve missed you.? He kissed her on both cheeks, then released her.?Pull up your top. I want to do a line on your tits.?Sinéad watched open-mouthed as Alice obediently put down the bottle of tequila then pulled up her white tee shirt and flashed her petite breasts at him. She didn?t need a bra, Sinéad conceded. She watched as the man sprinkled a line of white powder across Alice?s pale ivory-coloured flesh. She also noticed Alice?s brown nipples were hard and swollen. He leant in and inhaled as he ran his nose over Alice?s breasts before finishing by licking the last remnants of the powder from her tits. As she tugged her top down again, he grinned and kissed her again.