So, a little back story… this stems from a true personal story (emphasis on stems), and for a girl who'd never even held hands with a guy before (even though I had a vivid imagination), it was my first time doing anything close to physically sexual. I actually wrote this a while back when I recounted the story to a friend, and was still feeling high from the experience. I could "tidy it up", but I feel that it captures how I felt at the time, so I apologise if it comes across as pretty amateur (not that I'm an erotica writer by any accounts anyway). Hope you can enjoy! ;)
I wasn't sure what to expect, so while we were dancing with a gap between us, I slowly backed up towards him, but stopped because my shyness overtook me. I was a little shocked when he responded and moved forward to close the gap, still dancing, now rubbing his dick against me as if he knew how badly I wanted it. I let out the breath I was holding as his hands firmly held my hips moving them in time with his own in the opposite direction, and my escaped breath turned into a small moan as his lips brushed along my neck. I arched my back slightly in pleasure, and as his hands loosened their grip, I turned around and ran my hands up his chest, winding them around his neck and pulling him back towards me. He gave me this look and smile that said 'You and I both know we want each other', and I put my face against his as he started to grind against me again.