Fun at the Club Part 1 (FM) (exhibitionism)

Fun at the Club, Part 1

Why do I always do this to myself?
Once again, I acquiesced to Nika’s request to join me and her girl crew to go clubbing. I don’t go out much because I usually just end up in a corner barstool sipping a cheap beer and wondering when I can go home, like I am right now. Nika is out on the dance floor, shaking her high, tiny ass on another friend who’s name I can’t remember. Her psychedelic tie-dye dress is hypnotic, and I can’t help but stare as she grabs a stranger and grinds her hips against his. Every person in this place is having fun, talking, dancing. I feel like everyone here is going to take someone home tonight. Or get taken home. Except for me.
I turn back to the bartender, as if another beer would fix everything wrong about me being alone in this shitty, dirty bar when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Cassandra?” The low, soft voice of my freshman-year crush is unmistakable. Levi was my idol during the first year of college. We took Introductory Statistics together, his dry humor and snarky smile the only thing that made the class bearable. At the time I had a boyfriend, but now I’m single. I hadn’t seen him since graduation. In the low lighting, his features seem even more gorgeous than they did in the harsh fluorescent glare of the third-floor statistics lab. Suddenly, this night doesn’t seem so bad.
“Levi!” I reach jump off the stool to hug him, digging my fingertips into the thick muscles of his broad shoulders. “It’s so good to see you! What are you doing in a place like this?”
“Oh, just here with my friends. How have you been?”
I appreciate his lack of a cheesy pickup line. He doesn’t need one. He’s perfect to me and I think he knows it.
“Not bad, yaknow. I mean, I’m here.” God, I can’t even talk. That’s embarrassing.
“So ‘here’ isn’t your ideal location?”
I shrug. “Not real-”
He cuts me off. “How about out there?” he asks, pointing to the dance floor. The anonymous mass of writhing bodies intimidates me too much for words, which somehow translates into me nodding slightly.
Levi pulls me to the dance floor and pushes us to the very center. I hear Nika scream something but I can’t hear her. I can’t think of anything except for the perfect body suddenly pressed up against me and the pounding bass guiding the rhythm of our hips. I brush my lips underneath his jaw and suddenly we’re making out. I lift my hand to his close-cut, dark hair and use the other to pull him even closer. I’ve never danced like this in public with anyone before.
“Are you into this?” He sort of yells into my ear to overpower the sound of the pounding beat.
“Fuck yeah I am,” I say back, trying to purr seductively.
“Good. God, you’re so fucking hot,” he says, moving his lips down to my neck and letting his hands cup my ass.
I am too turned on to let my reservations about being in public stop me from having fun. Plus, people around us are completely engrossed in their own partners. No one is watching as he-
“Maybe this is a little too much”, I say, pushing his hand away as he tries to slide it up my dress.
The music is too loud for him to really respond, so he raises his eyebrows. I pull his hand and we walk off the floor.
“Wanna go somewhere we can talk?” he asks.
“Sure,” I reply, following him to a little dead-end hallway adjacent to the single unisex bathroom.
“I’m sorry,” he says once we get there. The pounding music can still be felt through the floor.
“No, it’s alright! I was into it. Just not all the people.”
He pulls me close to him. “I just couldn’t resist.”
“Even with people around?” I dodge his lips to ask.
He smirks. “That just makes it hotter. The idea of everyone knowing what I’m doing with the most gorgeous woman here.”
“Oh, stop”.
He wraps his hand into my hair and pulls it back, lifting up my chin. I love his aggression, and the feeling of his teeth scraping against my throat is animalistic and raw. In this moment want nothing more than for him to fuck me. His hand reaches up my skirt again and I don’t object. He pushes my back up against the painted stone wall and slides his fingers down the front of my lacy thong. “You’re so wet already”, he says, rubbing my clit teasingly.
“That’s really good. God. Wow,” I gasp. His fingers feel strong but gentle and I’m super wet, embarrassingly wet, and part of me thinks I should just let him fuck me right here.
“Look right at me sweetheart,” he says, fingertips still gliding. I gasp again as he reaches further and slides one finger inside me. It feels so good my knees shake and almost give out. He adds another finger and thrusts them in and out hard, pushing up against my g-spot. Another couple comes to the corner and I hear a yelp and heels clomping away when they realize the space is occupied.
“Oh no!” I yell. He’s still fingering me, but slows the pace. “They saw us!”
He takes his hand away and pushes his body on mine, pinning me against the wall. “And the worst part is, I’m pretty sure that’s the friend you came in with.”
“Well, honestly, if it was her, she’s probably proud of me.”
“And we can’t let her down, right?” He wraps his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back, sliding his teeth down my exposed throat. His other hand pulls my thong down. It falls around my ankles and I kick it off. My breath catches as he spins me around and grabs my hands, guides them to the wall in front of us. He grabs my hips from behind, digging in, his touch aggressive but restrained. I feel my tight dress sliding up again and somehow over the music hear him unzip his pants. “Do you want to do this?”
“Have sex?” I look over my shoulder directly into his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”

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