The Club Dare Part 1 [FFM]

This story unfortunately doesn’t specifically star me, but it gives you the context for why my friend gave me such a tricky challenge when she dared me to do my delivery challenge.

This was during the summer, after I’d broken up with my boyfriend, but before I had really explored much on Reddit. My feelings at the time were a bit mixed, sad that we’d broken up, but a bit optimistic for the future. My friend, Elena, was her usually sexy self, assuring me that I was much much better off and that I wouldn’t regret the choice at all. Everyone should have a friend like Elena, except that would probably get a lot of us in trouble pretty often. To give you a description, Elena’s a few years older than me, but she’s also incredibly wild and crazy. She’s got this natural tanned skin, long black hair, and an incredibly naughty, teasing smirk. Her boobs are smaller than mine (but still cute and sexy), but her ass is to die for! Big and firm, and her hips sway really well when she walks. Between the both of us, she’s the one that sexuality comes more naturally to. I’m not sure if it’s because of her experience, or it’s just an inherent Latina thing, but she’s gorgeous and knows how to move her hips so well. I get a lot of attention when we go out (not to brag) but Elena’s a much better flirt and guys just seem to get the idea that she’ll be up for anything. Plus, she’s usually a bit of an aggressor in these situations, so she winds up taking a guy home just about everytime we go out. I’ll put up a pic of her on my profile if there’s a lot of desire to see her!

This night started out no differently. We’d dressed up in these sexy little matching outfits, a black lacey top with long slitted skirts that showed off tons of leg. We must have been catcalled two or three times on the way downtown (took the tube to save money). We walked in, bought a couple drinks, sat at the bar and looked around for barely five minutes before a pretty attractive guy made his way over to us. Smooth and cocky, he worked his way between the two of us somehow, and stood between our seats as he plied us both with compliments. He was definitely good, seamlessly switching between us, including the two of us in the conversation and only staring a respectable amount – enough to let us know he was deeeefinitely interested, but not enough to be creepy. Handsome as he was, I wasn’t quite up to the whole “pretending I was into whatever he was talking about” game at the time (far too sober for that) but I could see Elena pulling out all her tricks already. She had her back arched off her seat, her chest thrust out juuust enough, her tongue played teasingly with the straw in her drink between sips/witty remarks, and her hand absentmindedly teased its way down his arm and ever so casually up his torso.

I dream of one day getting that seductive. I definitely wasn’t nearly as responsive. Honestly, I kind of just wanted to get drunk and dance that night, but he was cute enough I didn’t actually mind too much, plus I’d never get between my girl and some good dick. Regardless, Elena caught on that I wasn’t feeling it just yet, so she pulled this guy close, and whispered (yelled) into his ear to come and find her at the end of the night. Her tongue flicked over his earlobe and her hand brushed over his dick as she did that, and I was pretty certain he wasn’t going to get distracted by any other girl that night. He walked back to his group of guys, no doubt about to regal them with how much of an alpha he was for seducing these girls, or whatever guys talk about together after something like this happens. Elena just gave me her most innocent, cocky smirking face. What a wonderful slut.

Still, she was a sweetheart and prioritized getting me happy and having fun before she went home and got hers. She was a tease, but she always followed through and wasn’t about to change her mind about that. We finished our drinks, went out to the dance floor, laughed and got more drinks. The entire time Elena’d occasionally look over at the booth the guy was sitting at and I’d see them both exchange these flirty looks. He would occasionally send drinks to treat us, so I wasn’t bothered about him about to get his dick wet with my girl at all. Honestly, when Elena started lifting her skirt to give him peeks at her ass, and he started rubbing his crotch right there at his seat in response, I could feel myself getting wet imagining what they’d do when she got him home.

Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was pure horniness, but I decided now was as good a time as any for one of our dares.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ulx97z/the_club_dare_part_1_ffm