tl;dr of weird stuff at the bottom

I'm 21 and have only made out with 3 girls, one of which was a LTR that ended and I am still FWB/housemates with. I've been doing a lot of reading and finally got fed up with only being with one girl and partying with the same ~50 people every weekend so I decided to make moves.

All of my usual friends were doing other things last night, but I was invited to a party by a girl I used to party with, who I hadn't seen in several months. She's pretty hot, I've skunked her in beer pong three times (naked lap). We'll call her A.

I sent her a Facebook message the day of the party: "What's your phone number?"

She replied: "###-#### why?"

So I texted her: "If I come to this party tonight am I going to have a place to crash?"

Her: "Yes blah blah blah couches"

I made note to not reply since I had my answer. She texted me again a few minutes later telling me to bring all of my friends. I didn't reply.

I met up with my younger brother (17) and showed up at the time the party was supposed to start, which is always about an hour before people actually show up. I figured if I got there early I could get to know the hosts and meet everyone as they trickled in, to try and be the life of the party. There were 6 people there when my bro and I showed up: A, her 3 housemates (one female) and two dudes, two girls total. I had half a 40 of Olde E before my brother drove us there so I was kinda buzzed and I was feeling great. I said hello to A and then started ignoring her while I introduced myself to everyone else and made conversation. I made a point to talk to the other chick even though she looked kind of trashy. I later found out she was 26 with a 10 year old kid.

We were kind of just milling about in the kitchen so I decided it was time to play some party games. I picked two of the dudes at random to play me and my bro at beer pong. We won a few games in a row and decided that was enough. At this point my DJ friend had showed up and there were still only 9 of us, so I decided it was time to play Kings cup. I asked the trashy girl to go find me some cards and I ushered everyone into the living room. Most of the people there didn't know any of the rules to the game and I know them all so everyone deferred to me, which was great because I was part of every turn without even trying. We played through about half the deck before people started showing up. I was teasing A for most of the game so when we dispersed I ignored her for a while while I went and talked to the people coming in, some of who are my good friends from high school, both of whom had tried and failed to get with A.

A came and made us all do shots of Fireball whiskey with her, so I took my shot even though I'd already had a 40 and a beer. I grabbed a glass of water to try and ward off the impending sickness. After the shots I told A we should play beer pong together, since if we played against each other I'd just skunk her again. That got her going so we got on the table and won a few games. The whole time I was doing great, carrying a bit. I made sure to tease her a lot and get lots of kino in. Hugs for a great shot, bumping her before she shot, exaggerated grinding when a new song came on. At this point it started giving her some positive reinforcement instead of just teasing when she made a shot.

We finally lost after getting into triple overtime. I quickly snuck out to get a condom from my jacket and popped back in quick before she left the pong room. I told said "You should show me where I'm sleeping tonight, it better not be a couch." She led me upstairs and started giving me the mini tour, this is this room, this is this room, this is my room.

When she opened her room I said "wow" and walked in. She had a giant Luvsac instead of a bed.

I said "Do you expect me to sleep on this bean bag chair tonight?" Her: "You can sleep in here if you want."

The eyes were there.

I moved in and kissed her she got into it really quick. I pulled her back and down on to the bed. She was pretty drunk so it crossed my mind that I might not want to do anything, but I was also pretty drunk so I dismissed it. She was on top of my making out hardcore, we were feeling each other up and I tried to remove her bra but there was no clasp on the back. It didn't occur to me that it was probably on the front so thinking quickly I pushed her up and looked her in the eye and with the most even commanding tone I could make up in my head I said "Take your shirt off." She didn't miss a beat, completely ignored me and started kissing me again. At this point I said fuck it and just kept feeling her up. After a couple of minutes she pulls away and says "No come here." This is the weird part. She pulled me away from the being bag thing and led me by the hand out of her room, back downstairs to where everyone else was and brought a few people into the kitchen and had us all do shots of Fireball again. I had already had 3 or 4 of them on top of all that beer so I just said "no" and went back into the living room.

I told my bro what had just happened and he was no help, he just laughed at me. We were chillin on the couch with my DJ friend and people started leaving. Soon it was just me, bro, DJ and A in the living room and two people over in the kitchen. I was talking to DJ dude and A passed out on the couch. He said he was planning on sleeping on that couch so I decided to put her to bed. I picked her up off the couch but she wasn't that drunk so she made me put her down at the stairs and she ran upstairs and into the bathroom. She vomited from what it sounded like, so I knew I was done with her for the night. I laid down in her bed and in a few minutes she came in and laid down next to me and passed out.

In the morning her alarm woke us up at 8:30 and we just laid there hung over for a few hours and talked. I thought about trying to get things going again after she went and brushed her teeth but I felt like shit and she had to have felt worse so I didn't bother. I got to know her for the first time really and teased her some more. She tried to talk to me about her boy toys/ex's and I blew all of this off by joking about how I hate all of my ex boyfriends too (not bi or gay). After her roommates asked her to go to lunch I told her she had to take me home first since my bro had gone to work earlier in the morning. I had told her this last night so it wasn't out of no where. We were still talking in the car and when she dropped me off I told her it was a good party and that we should start hanging out. She agreed and I walked away.

I'm really looking for critique here and wondering if her leading me downstairs was some weird LMR or whatever. It's supposed to be 60 F Wednesday so I'm thinking about texting her then and asking if she wants to go on a motorcycle ride, if it's clear and not windy. If not I'll text her Thursday about going out somewhere Friday.

tl;dr making out in bed, stop, grabs my hand, leads me back downstairs to the party to take shots