Starring Jenna Coleman. This story is a work of complete fiction. All parties involved are 18+.
The party was in full swing. Deafening music. Sticky floor and the horrid stench of a hundred and one different types of alcohol. We raised our plastic cups as the beat dropped. I wasn't much of a dancer, just swaying and rocking my head was the zone I comfortably stayed in. The club dance floor was packed and it was my turn to get the drinks. There was only three of us, myself included. I wrestled my way through the tightly packed, shoulder to shoulder crowd. The bar was just as bad, heaving as people quickly snapped up any space that opened up. Standing at just over six foot, my view over the sea of heads allowed me to spot an opening before others did. Leant up against the bar, I patiently waited until a barman strained to hear my order over the music. Drinks being poured, a hand taps my shoulder and I here my name. I expect to see one of my friends, having drunkenly stumbled over to me, wondering why I was taking so long. Instead, I was greeted by a gorgeous beaming smile.
"Jenna?" I say, mouth hanging open.
She yanks me towards her and hugs me tight. I barely got a look at her in the low light.
"How longs it been?" She says, looking me up and down, surprised as I am to see her.
"Years right?" The bartender grabs my attention, eyeing my drinks he'd finished pouring.
Grabbing hold of the three, I usher Jenna away from the crowded bar. I get a better look at her as the strobing lights flicker across her. She's wearing tight, high waisted jeans that perfectly fit her long, toned legs. A red, thin strappy crop top exposes her tight stomach and leaves little to the imagination when it comes to her pert breasts. Jenna was my best friend Stevens sister. He was studying abroad, but I'd known them both since school. She was two years my senior and I quickly formed a crush on her in my youth. I fondly remember the times when I caught glimpses of her skipping from the shower to her bedroom, towel wrapped tightly around her. Or the one time I caught her changing through her bedroom door she'd left ajar. In my adolescence I'd dreamt up that she did it on purpose because she knew I was over.
"You back for summer?" She asks, leaning in close so we could hear each other.
"Yeah. Just got back last week. You just got back from your trip to Australia right?"
"Someone's been on my Instagram." There's a cheeky smirk as she playfully pokes me.
Yes, I had been avidly looking through her Instagram. That body in a pencil thin bikini. Wouldn't miss that for the world.
"Maybe." I smile.
A woman, just as striking as Jenna, comes bumbling over. A friend of hers. We get introduced. This friend is far and away more drunk than us. The friend takes Jenna's hand and pulls her away. Jenna quickly takes hold of mine and pulls me along with her. We meander through the still heavy crowd and onto the dance floor. I manage to encourage them over to my other two friends who snap up their drinks after a long wait. I introduced Jenna but with the loud music and inebriation, I can't be sure they actually heard and took in anything I said.
The night wears on. I drink some more. Get a little tipsier. Jenna and I are stood next to one another. My friend had latched onto Jenna's, tongues shoved down each others throat. We continued to drink and got to a point where I'd loosened up enough to make a move. I took hold of Jenna's hand and lofted it up as we all belted out the lyrics to a song. I figured breaking the touch barrier was my first in. As that song died down and another took it's place Jenna kept hold of my hand. Using it to twirl herself around she backed up against me. Her exquisite, plump ass pressed up against my crotch. She started to grind against me, swaying her hips to the music. There's a look of pride plastered across her face as she looks up at me. Seeing how much I'm enjoying what she's doing, she sneaks a hand down and between us, grabbing the bulge in my jeans. I take a firmer hold of her hips. She pulls her hand back. Raising her arms I twirl her around again so that we're facing one another. Her glossy red lips shimmer in the dancing lights. I lean in, the kiss tender and slow at first. Her arms fall around and down onto my shoulders. I keep her hips pressed up against mine. Pulling away, I see her doughy brown eyes filled with lust. Whatever she's thinking about, it doesn't take long for her to decide.
Jenna leads us past the bar, up some stairs and onto a walkway that overlooks the main dance floor we were just on. It's darker up here, away from the lights. She pushes herself up against me. Stumbling backwards I'm pressed up against the wall. Jenna lifts her leg and hangs it off my waist, giving her better purchase to grind against me. All the while our lips are locked together. Her tongue fights against mine as she invites me into her mouth. Tilting our heads in opposing directions let's me press my tongue in deeper. I can feel the vibrations of her groans as she works her hips to feel my growing bulge through my jeans. To my disappointment she stops, pulling her mouth and hips away from me. I see her pearly white teeth as she grins. She quickly kisses me again before fumbling my belt open and unbuttoning my jeans. Her hand sneaks down between my pants and stomach until she takes my semi-erect cock into hand.
"Not hard yet hmm? Have I been doing something wrong?" She jokes, raising an eyebrow.
"Not at all." I say a little breathless.
