I dance at the sound of the music, trying to ignore my best friend Karla almost having sex with the guy she met when we arrived.
That’s usual for her. Anywhere she goes, guys always chase her until they get what they want. Actually, they always end up wanting more. It’s Karla the one who gets tired of them after the first night and refuses to keep seeing them.
I turn my back to them when I see her rubbing this guy’s cock with the palm of her hand, and he presses against her.
I hate that this is starting to turn me on. And what I hate the most is that while everyone seems to be attracted to Karla, they always ignore me.
Not that I can blame them. But it still hurts.
“You look like you need a drink,” I hear a voice saying over the music.
A glass with a pink drink is suddenly in my face, and I glance from it to the guy holding it.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I reply. Like I’m about to take a drink from a stranger.