The taxi dropped us off in front of a club, a neon sign announcing it was the Velvet Groove. Gwendolyn helped me out, her eyes drinking in my appearance as I probably accidentally flashed her before quickly smoothing my miniskirt down. A thumping bass line was audible from the street and she turned to me as the taxi departed, a smile on her face. "Ready?"
I gulped, making something between a shrug and a nod. "I don't know how to dance," I confessed yet again. I'd been doing a lot of that. "I'm going to be so bad at it."
"But you want to dance, right?," she asked encouragingly, to which I nodded. Dance? With this beauty? Absolutely. I just didn't know how. She pulled me inside, waving at a bouncer as we walked past, giving him a brief hug as the two of us entered the bar.
I blinked, taking in the appearance, as she continued pulling me forward. Plush velvet couches lined the walls, along with a few scattered free-standing tables. A long bar, the dark wood polished and gleaming under the club's lights, had a line of party-goers fetching drinks as two barstaff hurried to fill orders. A DJ was poised in a booth on the far side, a small raised platform overlooking a dance floor that was populated, but not crowded. Writhing bodies moved together in time with the music as smiling faces shouted words back and forth over the music.
It looked so much fun, but I had no idea what I was doing. "Want a drink?," Gwendolyn shouted into my ear and I nodded. After two margaritas, I really didn't, I was a lightweight, but it seemed like the right thing to do, so she left me on a couch and hustled off, returning a few minutes later and pressing a drink into my hands as she sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
I took a sip, glancing down it in surprise as the tart flavor hit my lips, then a sweet flavor following it up. I took another sip, bigger this time, "Yum," I commented and glanced at Gwendolyn. "What is this? It's delicious."
She grinned, satisfied to have found something I liked, "Vodka cranberry, but go slow. The alcohol can sneak up on you if you're not careful." Good thinking, I should be careful with that. I don't want to get too drunk, I'm trying to have fun, not be a mess. Gwendolyn cuddled next to me on the couch, pointing out people dancing on the floor, calling my attention to the way their hips moved.
"The hips are the most important part. Once you start moving those, the rest comes easy." I gave her a skeptical look and she stuck her tongue out, beginning to bump her hip into mine in time with the music as we sat together. "See? Just like this."
I giggled, "Oh, sure. You make it seem so easy when we're sitting. I'll bet it's a lot harder for real."
With a smirk, she stood, placing our drinks on a table and pulling me to my feet and turning me to face her. Before I knew it, her hips were pressed into mine, her hands wrapping around my butt, pulling me close as I stared up at her and my breath caught in my throat. "Pay attention to my hips," she whispered in my ear as she began to move us, bumping her hips into mine, making me move in time with the music.
"What do I do with my hands?," I asked awkwardly, holding them at my side, starting to breathe hard as the close contact continued.
"Up to you," she said, a sly smile on her face as she continued to move us, "But I've found you move more naturally when you raise your arms a little." Hesitantly, I raised them above my head, feeling my body move with the beat, my hips bouncing back and forth slightly. It felt a bit more natural, but I was still missing something. Instead, I found my arms unconsciously entwining around Gwendolyn's neck, my fingers interlacing, and she smiled as if I'd done something right. "Good girl," she whispered as we continued to dance. Her hands tightened around my butt and it felt so nice, being held close like this.
Before I knew it, the song was shifting, more uptempo, and I glanced at her, hesitant. This style of dancing didn't seem to fit, I didn't think I was moving right anymore. "Good, you can feel the beat changing. Let's change it up a little. Now, not just your hips, but your whole torso, your shoulders." Gwendolyn spun me around, pressing against my back, one hand on each hip, her breath hot on my neck, as we continued to move, the beat fast and thrilling, and something in me started to learn how to react.
My hands raised up over my head and I closed my eyes, feeling the music in my bones as I moved. Gwendolyn's hands shifted, her right hand running up over my belly, left sliding down my leg and around slightly, toward my inner thigh. Her mouth was pressing into my ear, "You are so fucking cute." I could feel myself growing almost uncontrollably horny, a burning desire building in my core as I danced with her. Her lips pressed on the bare skin of my neck and my legs shook, one hand reaching back and grabbing a handful of her hair to steady myself as I moaned. Thankfully, the club was so loud that nobody else heard me, but I'm sure if anyone was watching, they knew what the story was.
And probably nobody was watching the two hot chicks dancing together. Right? Of course not. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Gwendolyn spun me back around and before I knew what was happening, she was kissing me, her tongue sliding into my mouth as my hands pulled her down toward me, her strong hands on my lower back, pulling me up. Finally, I broke for air, gasping, "Oh fuck." I rested my head against her chest as she held me and laughed. Looking up, I saw a wide smirk on her pretty face, "What are you so smug about?"
"Oh, you know. Just having a good night," she teased. "Thought it would be fun to just stand here for a while."
"Hmpfh," I sniffed, raising my nose and tossing my hair over one shoulder. "Well, if you're not going to dance with me, then maybe I should find someone else." I dramatically turned, pretending to peer across the dance floor, as if to find anyone standing by themselves that I could go join. As expected, she wrapped her arms around me, crossing over my tummy and pulling me back to her, my head nestled between her breasts.
Gwendolyn's whispered in my ear, her voice teasing but firm, "Don't you even think about it. You're mine all night." I purred happily, holding her arms, and blushed. I felt her lips kissing my neck once more and I moaned, beginning to move my body with the beat again while her hands started to roam.
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Three hours later, we stumbled into Gwendolyn's apartment, which ended up being only a ten minute walk away from the club. She flipped a light on, revealing a modest living room connected to a kitchen on one side and a bedroom on the other, with a half-bath by the living room. Gwendolyn threw her leather jacket onto the kitchen table, pulling my flannel shirt off and tossing it to the side as well, her lips not leaving mine as we stumbled toward the couch.
She turned us and I landed on the bottom, Gwendolyn holding herself above me, staring down at me, her lips inches from mine. "Am I going too fast?," she asked, a note of caution suddenly in her voice. I shook my head no and pulled her down, kissing her once more. In the privacy of her own home, she was much bolder and one hand immediately grasped onto my left breast, pulling a groan of pleasure from me as I arched into her touch. Holy shit, that's so much better than that time I touched myself.
Gwendolyn tugged down the straps of my bodysuit and my breasts popped free in the dim light of her living room and she immediately moved, capturing my right nipple in her mouth and oh my! Was this what I'd been missing? She moved back and forth, savoring my breasts, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling, and the noises that came from my throat were - well, let's just say you couldn't make them in public. I was burning up and I needed to change something, and this beautiful creature was lavishing me with attention, so I pushed at her. "Your turn," I protested.
With a smile, she let me roll us over and I straddled her hips, my miniskirt riding up to my waist. Gwendolyn looked down, smirking, and reached for my breasts again, pulling me down as I kissed her once more. Whimpering, I shifted slightly, grinding myself against her thigh, panting as I realized she could almost certainly feel how wet I was, even through the denim. Somehow, I wasn't ashamed of that. Wait, I'm supposed to be taking care of her.
I pushed her back down, sitting up straight for a second and putting a scolding expression on my face. "It's my turn to get you turned on," I said, shaking my finger at her. "It's not fair if it's just me."
Gwendolyn laughed, "And what makes you think I'm not turned on? But sure, do your worst."
I leaned forward, kissing my way down her neck, sliding the straps of her camisole to the side, her breasts coming into view as I kissed my way toward one nipple. "I don't hear you whimpering and grinding yourself into me in a puddle like I'm doing to you. So maybe you're not turned on enough yet."
She arched her back, guiding my head toward the nipple which I gleefully sucked on, drawing a moan of pleasure from the redhead. I could feel her other hand still playing with one breast as I continued trying to itch myself on her thigh. "Trust me, babe, my panties are fucking drenched," she whispered, closing her eyes as I shifted to her other breast. I felt the snaps on my bodysuit come free, something about grinding it back and forth must have accidentally unclipped it, but I didn't care, suddenly no barriers between me and Gwendolyn's denim clad thigh, the soaked fabric separating our bodies only continuing to get wetter by the minute.
The redhead turned, shifting us both around so she was on top once more, quickly pulling her camisole over her head and tossing it across the room, her breasts bouncing freely in the dim light as she looked down at me, a hungry expression on her face. I grabbed the belt loops of her pants and pulled her back down, wanting more, but she paused for a moment, a sudden moment of panic on her face.
"What's wrong?"
"I forgot to do something. I need to call my friend real fast, okay? It'll take three minutes, then I'll be back and we can do anything you want." She looked concerned, pleading, but really? Right now? I glanced down at myself, the bodysuit a mass of black fabric pooled at my waist, tangled up with the miniskirt, my breasts and pussy exposed, chest heaving with arousal, begging for her to touch me - and she needed to make a phone call? At two in the morning?
"You'll be right back?," I said, voice needier than I had wanted. She nodded, biting one lip and looking apologetic. "Hurry," I whispered as I kissed her and pulled her down on me. Gwendolyn's hands found my breasts once more, shifting so she was kissing my neck, then sucked it almost painfully hard as I moaned in surprise. She stood quickly, grabbing her phone.
"I'll be right back. Then we can do anything you want. Anything at all." Gwendolyn kisses the hickey she left on my neck like she's sealing a letter and rushes from the room. I whimper, actually whimper, like a kicked puppy. We're mid-foreplay and she's walking out to make a phone call? Who in the world could possibly be important enough to call right now? I just need her back here to finish what she started.
If she's calling an ex to brag, I'm burning this couch. And if she's ordering pizza, I'm still going to burn the couch. And then eat pizza. And I'll do it naked. Pouting, I laid back on the couch to wait, glancing down to admire my bare breasts. I wasn't an expert at dates by any means, but this was the best one I'd ever had. I sure hoped this continued, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with the beautiful redhead.
I nestled my head into the pillow, figuring I'd just close my eyes for a second. Just a brief moment. Just until she got back. I fell asleep in seconds.