I was eighteen and I had just graduated high school. I could do whatever I wanted. That was what I thought. I was free. Finally, after being under the thumb of “adults” and the tight belt of rules and regulations. I was done with all that, I thought, of any sort. I would do anything and everything I wanted now. But, I didn’t exactly know what I was inviting in when I took on that mindset, especially when it would be combined with my girls on that particular night.
At the corner store on a perfectly warm summer weekend evening, I met up with my best friend who lived nearby, Jessica. Neither of us had a car yet, but in the city it didn’t really matter. Public transportation was like second nature, stepping on the subway, riding the rails, zigzagging through the deep mazes of the underground. Once you got past the smells and the very strange types of people to wander through the cars, it was great. In many ways, it symbolized my freedom.
We paired up with two other girls from our group in our graduating class, Sayesha and Ally, and we all set out together downtown for a night of no good. We just got our fake IDs and we were more than happy to use them into the early hours until we fell down somewhere too drunk to go on.
After wasting time doing nothing important but swinging our hips down the city streets and antagonizing the men driving by in hordes, as they searched for bars, and women, no doubt. We stopped into a corner bar, smaller than the loud establishments across the street. We wanted to test out our IDs somewhere we wouldn’t mind having to leave first. It worked like a charm, though, and we started out with a round of shots.
We went to a few more bars and did the same thing, starting to add in a few more things along the way each time, sort of like a game of How Far Can We Take It. First we would order a round of shots, and then dance with a little grinding on each other, and then as we got more and more drunk, we also started kissing. Sayesha and Jessica kissed, and Ally and I kissed.
“It’s hot, and men love watching it!” Sayesha had exclaimed before grabbing Jessica’s face.
It wasn’t something any of us had done before, at least as far as I knew. I certainly hadn’t. Sayesha was the only one I knew that even had admitted to being attracted to some girls, though she never told me who specifically, and she said she still much preferred men. I was straight, and had not even considered being with a girl before. But, Ally’s lips were soft when she leaned in, and I liked the way she tasted, like cherry with a hint of tequila. My body sure enjoyed it, and when her breasts rubbed over mine, I felt myself getting wet.
We were all just carefree young women. Yes, I thought of us as women now, just having graduated and all being over eighteen, maybe even before it could be declared. And we were wild women, like pit bulls just released after being held at bay, as the world turned like mad around us. By the time the night started to turn into the late hours, when lurking young bodies came parting through the crowds looking for their nightly bed, we had added even more fun to the game.
It was at a nightclub. We’d sweet-talked our way past the bouncer at the VIP entrance we stumbled upon from an alleyway, even though I was pretty certain he knew that we were underage. Ally, with the lovely perky D-cup breasts that she had, flashed him and he let us through right after with the promise of another look on our way out.
Inside, it was smoky. We descended a short stairway down into a huge dance floor. There was a fog machine somewhere, or maybe it was dry ice. I couldn’t tell. The club smelled like alcohol and sweat, and it looked like a ghostly world of flashing colors and writhing bodies everywhere, but we only saw more carefree fun.
As if the game were a necessary part of our fun, we started with a round of shots at the bar. Then, we started dancing and grinding, petting and kissing, as the heavy bass thumped all around us. Men were watching, some women as well. But the men approached. Some tried to come between us and we only turned away. One guy came up behind me and pressed himself in really close. I could smell his heavy musky cologne mixed with his sweat and winced, then pushed him away. He backed off but then, as if in line, another man stepped in behind, though not as demanding.
I was dancing close with Ally. Her hands were around my neck. I couldn’t see him but she did, and she smiled as she reached further over my shoulder and pulled him in closer behind me. I could feel his hip press against my ass then.
“Hi,” he yelled into my ear. “Is this okay?”
Turning to glance behind me, I caught his eyes, maybe brown, maybe blue, I couldn’t tell in the hazy darkness. He did look really cute, though. Maybe in his late twenties, maybe thirties, again hard to tell in the light. I smiled. It was nice that he asked. Then, I nodded.
I continued dancing with Ally, with him pressed up close and his hands reached around to my arms and lightly stroked the bare skin up and down as we all swayed together. I was wearing a rather short skirt, and it was beginning to hike up as I ground my hips and dipped. I felt Ally’s hands drift down from my shoulders and her long fingers run over my breasts. She looked at me with a smile that told me she wanted more.
I was so turned on. I placed my hands over hers and moved them down to the end of my shirt. Then, I brought them back up underneath, sliding her palms over my stomach, bra, and then bare skin. I had pretty nice tits. Her fingertips were cupped over me and I let her hands go, sliding mine away and free again, then grabbing her hips with my hands as we swayed.
That’s when I felt him. I don’t even know his name. He reached his hand down to my outer thigh, where my skirt was hiked up nearly to my panties. He was pressed even closer and I could feel his erection pushing into my ass. On instinct, I pushed my ass back against him, and I could feel his chest grumble against my back, maybe approving.
My pussy was nearly drenched by then and I’m not sure what came over me. Our carefree attitudes, our drinking, our erotic play all combined. I grabbed his hand on my thigh and slid it up and under the rest of my skirt, his skin was rough against the pale smoothness of mine. Already I was moaning, even before he reached my cloth-covered cunt. That was when Ally looked down to see what I was doing and smiled wildly. She kissed me again and her sweet taste overwhelmed my senses.
The guy behind me knew what I wanted by placing his hand there and his fingers pulled aside my panties. He slid one thick long finger up and down into my wet slit, then found my tight pussy hole and slowly pushed a finger inside. Ally’s hands were under my shirt and had slid my bra aside and was now lightly squeezing my nipple. She pulled back from my lips and smiled again, turning her attention back to what was happening below my waist.
By then, I was beyond turned on and drunk. I didn’t even care when I noticed the man dancing with a woman near us saw and watched with an eagle’s eye over her shoulder. It just turned me on even more. I even hiked up my skirt so he could get a better view of what was happening, maybe even a glimpse of my pussy. The man behind me leaned down, kissing down and up my neck, talking in my ear. I moaned and leaned back into him as he continued to push in and out of me with his finger.
“Shit, you’re so hot. Such a dirty girl. And I wanna fuck you so bad right now.” His low voice said.
“Naughty, naughty,” I said back to him. My hand was on top of his wrist then, holding him from continuing, but also from retreating. “Can you do that here?” I suddenly asked him in a moment of slightly more sober confusion. My eyebrows scrunched and I turned back to Ally who looked at me like I had the ready-to-puke face.
“No, it’s-no,” I slurred. “I’m good. This guy just told me he wants to fuck me.”
“Oh? Hot. He’s really cute. That’s why I grabbed him over. Do it! Let him fuck you.” She said, looking back at him with her devil grin.
“Right here? I mean, here, now? Can we, should we, do that?” My questions turned more and more into a harsh whisper at the end to a point it looked like Ally could no longer understand me. She held my eyes and leaned down with each of the words as if to hear them better, but then just shook her head and shrugged. She was far more sober than I was it seemed.
“Hey, you said ‘fuck the rules’ just yesterday,” she reminded me.
I nodded, my smile picking up, feeling his finger move inside me. He pressed his mouth closer to my ear again. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby. You’ll love my thick long hard dick inside you even more than this finger.” His smooth words melted over me, turning me right back on to 90mph, and I moaned.
She smiled again. “I’d love to watch. maybe even join?” She bit her lip and then leaned her lips in closer to mine. “Want me to rub your tits while he fucks you? I’m sure you can be quiet. It’s dark. We can all go over to the corner, and…” Her hand slipped back under my shirt.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mkxpor/my_first_nightclub_18f_ffm_part_1_of_2
Love it, don’t always have to find a corner in clubs