Drunk, Horny or Both?

I recently pulled my first girl, but I'm not sure how to think about it. She sat down beside me and some of my mates in the bar, declaring how drunk she was. We started to get to know her a bit (what she studies, where her halls are; standard freshers questions). Being largely sober and quite socially awkward, I felt very out of place as I sat beside her and three of my friends tried to hit on her at the same time. She started to put her arm around me, repeatedly telling me that she's "really nice" when she's not drunk, repeatedly asking me what my name was and told me that she thought I was fit (to which I feebly replied, "Do you think so? Nobody has ever said that to me before"). When guys started to hit on her more blatently, she drew me close to her and told them that I was her best mate. Frustrated by the fact that an extremely drunk and extremely fit girl had attached herself to the social retard holding an umbrella, they lost interest. She then told me that she didn't want to sleep with some guy and regret it, and that she wasn't a slut (although I would never judge anyone that way). Me and my de facto wingman hung around with her for a while longer, having a few drinks and making sure nobody took advantage of her. We then entered the club, where we danced (or rather, she danced passionately and lustfully, while I awkwardly shifted my weight around like a true white man). Then "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-a-Lot started to play, and she started to grind on me. I was shocked and almost paralysed with uncertainty. She briefly stopped to push her breasts together, wiggle her ass and inaudibly communicate that she thought she had better tits than ass. I impulsively reacted by saying "No, you've got it all!" (which was true). She then went further to the back of the room, signalling me to follow her. I handed my wingman our drinks and awkwardly grinned at him. Further back from the crowd she started to grind even harder. I was uncomfortably straining in my underpants. I placed my hand on her hip and started to gyrate also. She turned to kiss me (my first kiss, clearly not hers). She tried pushing her hands down my pants, but I think my belt was too tight. She went back to grinding and placed my hands on her breast, which she had partially removed from her top. I did the only thing I could think to do, and started to kiss her neck. She then took my hand and tried to push it down her pants, which I couldn't do because her shorts were too tight (I couldn't undo the buttons because I'm holding my umbrella in my left hand this entire time). We went through these motions for a few more songs before she stated that she wanted to go to the toilet. After what had just happened, I had butterflies of dread and excitement over what might happen next. I followed her through the busy bar to the toilet. Once she went into the ladies' room, I stayed outside, unsure whether I should go in, and my brain steps in to say "it's the ladies' room you dope, she's not expecting you to follow her in there". When she came out again, my loins tell me she looked disappointed, but my brain tells me she just looked like she'd been to the toilet. After seeing her fumble with change and slip on the stairs, I decided that not only am I not experienced enough to "take her back to mine", but in full conscience I couldn't, due to her state and what she had said earlier about the other guys. So my wingman and I led her towards the door, telling her that we'll make sure she gets home. She then told us that she wanted to go back in and find her friends and make sure she could get her bag from the cloakroom. I wrote my number on her arm and wished her luck. She then kissed me, before asking me my name for the 20th time. I haven't heard from her since, and don't even know how to contact her. I have so many questions. She's way out of my league, so did she really like me? Was she just really drunk? Should I have been more proactive in our brief affair, and could she tell that I was a sexual novice? Was there any sexual activity or was she just dancing? Did I do the right thing by going home? How am I to interpret this? Any replies will be appreciated. PS Sorry if this reads like an amateur porn story, I'm just trying to provide a sufficient level of detail.

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