You’ve chosen to be tame and ignore the cute guy and follow
Anna to the dancefloor.
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I look at the dance floor, and then to my best friend, Anna. I turn back to the handsome man asking me to go someplace quiet.
The alcohol makes it difficult to run through the pros and cons of each choice.
I smile at the guy, tilt my head to the side and mouth, “Sorry.”
“Come on,” I say, bouncing on my toes and grabbing Anna’s hand. “I’m in the mood to let loose!”
The club is crowded tonight; bodies everywhere.
Immediately, people are bumping into us so we have to move close, creating a little cocoon of safety that is just our own.
Her arms grab my waist, locking us in place. My platform heeled shoe finds it’s place between her stilettos and my leg settles between her thighs.
The downbeat thunders around the room, pulsing throughout my body, as we grind our hips into each other.
As per usual, my miniskirt rides up and the barely-there thong I’m wearing provides very little barrier between us. My body quickly responds. That familiar tingle starts in my belly and moves lower until I’m slick and throbbing.
Straddling my thigh, the center of her Daisy-Duke’s are warm, making me wonder if she’s feeling the same way I do.
We’ve been friends for a long time, but nothing like this has ever happened before. It’s not that I haven’t thought about it—hell, we’ve even joked about getting together—but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by mentioning my attraction to her.
Our breasts rub together as we’re pushed closer by the crowd and I settle my cheek against hers. My hand finds her outside knee and runs it up her leg and around to grip her ass.
Fire races through me when we both grind into each other at the same time. The friction has me gasping, a small purr deep in my throat escaping.
I didn’t think it was loud enough for her to hear, but she giggles.
I pull away, suddenly ashamed. Worried I’ve gone overboard.
I step back as far as I can in this crush of bodies.
“Hey!” Anna yells above the crowd and music. “What?”
Her hands go to my cheeks and she forces me to look at her. Her eyes are bright, searching my face for answers.
It feels like my brain is rattling around in my head I’m shaking it so hard. I have to close my eyes—between her staring at me, the room pulsing all around me, and the alcohol messing with my equilibrium, I feel like I might fall over.
Something soft presses against my lips. Anna’s body has squeezed up against me once more but this time I can feel her mold to me.
I open my eyes to see her watching me. Her mouth, against mine, is unmoving, waiting for me to either take it further or break away.
I open for her, slightly, her lips react and do the same. My tongue moves in to explore, finding her own.
She smiles against me and a spark flares to life.
The rest of the people, music, and chaos around us disappear as the kiss deepens. My hands don’t know where to go to first; her hair, her ass, her tits. It all deserves my devotion.
Someone bumps us, breaking the spell and we laugh at the absurdity of it all.
The guy from earlier has obviously been watching and he breaks through the mass of people. He comes around behind me like the big spoon.
Hesitant, I glance over at Anna. She shrugs and tips her chin at me.
Why does it have to be my decision?
MAKE YOUR CHOICE: (If the next stories aren’t up yet, keep checking back)
CHOICE 3=Your practical self takes over and you decide the dance floor is as far as you want to take this. You end the night with a goodbye hug and Uber home. THE END
CHOICE 4=Let’s go! You say goodbye to the guy and lead Anna off the dancefloor to someplace quiet.
PAID SUB CHOICE 2=Why not? You lead Anna off the dance floor and grab the cute guy’s hand, dragging them both to someplace quiet.
Definitely 4
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