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She's just a one night girl, right?
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 Created on 5-22-08
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I walked down the dingy street, the only light coming from my destination. A club, wedged in between two large buildings. People were in line outside of the music blasting building, waiting to reach the jumper, hoping to be allowed in.
I walked to the back of the line, my knee high combat boots squeaking against the wet street. For the evening I had worn a skin tight, v-neck shirt, that accented my boobs perfectly. A red and black plaid mini skirt and fishnet tights. Black eye make-up darkened my eyes and my hair was curled perfectly.
The line progressed forward, not as slowly as I accepted, and soon I was at the front.
"I.D." The jumper said, looking down at me like I was scum.
I reached into my black and red purse and pulled out my I.D. I held it up for him to see. After a speculation I was granted my entrance into the crowded nightclub.
This was a first time thing but I wasn't nervous. This is what I've been wanting to do. Just to come, find a girl, hook up with her, then go home. No harm in that...is there?
I walked into the opened doors of the building and was welcomed by a few guys, trying to flirt. They didn't know I wasn't here for them. I wasn't here for any guy, I was here for a girl.
I didn't know where to begin. In the middle of the room were tons of sweating people closely dancing. Skin touching skin. Clothes stuck to skin.
The first thing I did was stand off to the side of the dancing, pulsing, bodies. Swaying with the music. Fastly though, I was sucked in.
At first guys started to dance on me but I moved. Looking for the girl that was looking for someone like me.
After searching and dancing I was soon to give up, that was until I saw her. Blonde straight hair, low riding jeans and a white plain shirt. Not only did I see her but she saw me. We made eye contact and smiled, both of us moving our ways to each other.
We finally got to each other and nothing happened. But soon we were dancing. Closely. Our boobs pressing, rubbing, against each others, her shirt being slightly see through from all the sweat. My hands were placed on the side of her hips as hers were to mine. I started to move them to her back until I reached her ass. I squeezed on the back pockets of her jeans and then moved my hands to the rim of them. I fingered the rim until I dipped my hand in, playing with the skin right above her ass. The whole time we were making eye contact until she moved in, pressing her lips against mine. Still dancing, we made out on the dance floor. Her hands moved from my hips to underneath my shirt. She moved them up until she reached the rim of my bra and put her finger underneath the wiring, playing with the edge of my breasts. We broke our kiss, and just looked at each other, pure lusts in each one of our eyes. She pulled her hands out of my shirt and I moved mine out of her pants. She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the bodies and out of the dancing area. Once we were away she pulled me over to the couches in the corner of the room. The ones that you couldn't ever see because it was so dark. The one she picked was long and only two people were sitting on it, but at the edge.
I sat on the couch and she straddled me, placing one knee on each side of me. She pressed her lips against mine and moved her hands to the bottom of the shirt again. Before moving her hands up under my shirt again she pushed me back so that I was lying down on the couch.
"Here?" I yelled, only so she could here me.
She smiled and nodded and started kissing me again. She didn't take her time moving her hands back under my shirt but this time she had me arch my back so she could undo my bra. Once that was done she took my bra off but left my shirt on, moving her hands to my breast. She squeezed my breast as I let out a soft moan. She smiled at this and started playing with my nipples. Squeezing them each, threading them in between her fingers as they beaded out.
We were now both moaning but thanks to the loud music no one could here. I moved my hand to the girls jeans and ran my hand underneath them. I started playing with the string of her thong, squeezing her ass at the same time. The girl moved to my neck and then to the very bottom of the V of my v-neck shirt. She sucked on the part of breast she could get too until finally she just pulled my shirt up, revealing my breast to anyone that got close enough too look. I didn't notice this though as I was having to much pleasure, but I needed more. The girl had sensed this and moved her hand to my thigh, rubbing them, getting closer to my crotch as she did. I bucked my hips and she looked up at me and smiled. She pulled my fish nets down to my boots and moved her body down so that she was sucking on my inner thighs. I bucked my hips again but she held them down. She then, very slowly, moved my panties down with my fishnets. I was wet. I could feel it, but I didn't care. You wouldn't either if you were me. Without hesitation she moved her finger to my entrance and slowly pushed in me. I moaned as loud as I could as she moved her finger in and out of me. She then added another finger and started scissoring me, causing me to almost cum. She fingered me, moving in and out of me at a regular speed. Hitting my walls. She removed her fingers and I whimpered at the lack of connection. But soon enough she replaced her fingers with her tongue. Darting into me and licking up whatever spilled. I moaned even louder at this, but the music was still to loud for anyone to hear. Not even a minute later I was starting to reach my climax. I threaded my fingers through her wet, blonde hair. As I came she took it all in, not removing her tongue, as I moaned out loud.
After I was done she pulled my panties back up and then my fishnets. Then she moved up, did my bra back up, and puled my shirt down. She then moved in to my ear and said, "I'm Mandie."
"I'm Alicia." I said back.
She smiled and kissed me on the lips and moved back to my ear to say, "Come back next Saturday?" I nodded and then she got up, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
I got off the couch, straighting out my clothes and hair, before leaving the club and walking back home, dreading the long wait until next Saturday.
Should I go on?
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