I found her on the dance floor swinging her ass to the dull thump of the bass. As I came up behind her, I grabbed her hips and swung her around to face me.
"Hey you," she said as her face lit up. She swung her arms around my neck and suddenly we were kissing in the middle of the dance floor.
Trying not to draw too much attention to us, I led us to a darker corner of the room where the lights and the lasers didn't quite reach as far into the darkness of the dance club.
As we danced (okay, grinded) to the beat, our hands took a life of their own–each movement more audacious than the last, and soon we were finger fucking through the frustrating skin that were our clothes.
Soon, it was time–a quick lingering glance at each other, and a discreet nod–that's all it took as I led her to the cab and back to our university residence.
Knowing that her roommate had headed back earlier and was probably asleep, I made a bee-line to the communal kitchen, where, thankfully, the door was unlocked.