It was my last night in Tampa and I had decided I was going out. Finals started in three days, but I deserved a break from all of the studying I had been doing... Right? Right. Sipping on my Corona I put on my short tight Aztec printed skirt and black crop top, curled my blonde hair into beach waves, and put makeup on. "Damn girl, you clean up nice," I thought to myself as I stared back at my reflection. I hadn't put an ounce of effort into my appearance in two weeks with the stress and impending doom of finals on my mind, so I had forgotten how decent I could actually look.
After some quick pre-gaming with shots of vodka, and a mixed drink or two, a group of us headed out. The first club we were going to hit up was over capacity so we turned around and headed towards another. On our way there we ran into a group who told us to go back, this club was dead apparently, so we followed them back to the original club. We waited in line for half an hour, and I caught a nice glimpse of my ex-boyfriend making out with some girl. What a great start to the night! I was Stuck waiting outside of the club, my buzz was wearing off, and I was watching my ex getting fawned over. Awesome. We had all had enough of the waiting so we called an Uber, but everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Suddenly, the line had vanished so we hopped back in. Five minutes later, the club was ours.
I danced with the group of pseudo friends I had come out with for a few minutes, and had a few more drinks, until one of the guys I had come with started trying to dance with me. I wasn't really into him like that so I tried as subtly as possible to pass him off to a girl dancing adjacent to me. When he finally got the hint I made my way back towards the bar. I just needed a stranger to dance with, and he was tall, dark, and handsome.
Feeling rather bold with all of this alcohol in my system , I tapped him on the shoulder. "Do you want to dance?" I said, as I leaned up and put my lips close to his ear, my hand resting on his tattoo'd, muscular arm. He looked around as if I could have been asking someone else. "Me?" He asked with a little shock in his voice. "Yes, you," I replied with a smile on my face. He answered my question by setting his beer down, grabbing my hand, and leading me to the dance floor. We laughed and danced and kissed like we were old friends. I played with his long, thick, dark hair, looked at his gorgeous hazel eyes, and he gently, and curiously, explored my body with his hands. It was never awkward, just full of understood tension and anticipation. After a few minutes of learning the other person, I started to guide his hands more forcefully, giving him permission to explore. He took full advantage of the opportunity, grabbing my ass, sliding his hands along my bare thighs, and running his hands through my hair and along my neck. I was getting more and more turned on with his rough hands teasing my sensitive skin.
