Everything about the night had been perfect. I'd always felt strange about being a straight dude going to a gay bar to dance, but the truth was that the music was the best in the city. From my gay buddies, I'd learned that I was welcome as long as I stayed in my lane and didn't try to hit on all the (very beautiful) women there, which was easy enough to do. I was there to dance, after all.
I wasn't invading the space for no reason - the bar had the best vibe of any I'd been to in the city. Hours passed, and I found myself coated in sweat, mildly drunk, and very happy.
There were 4 of us - two of my male friends and Karly. She wasn't there to pick up, but she was sadly (for me) one of the most gorgeous women in the room without even trying. Wearing nothing but a sports bra, booty shorts, and a slim black choker didn't help guard her from attention, either.
I'd been friends with her for years, and it never got easier to divert my eyes when she decided to show some skin. She had a slim, athletic figure that nonetheless boasted very alluring curves.
Hand to my heart, I tried to not stare. I wasn't there to hook up with her, I was there to cut loose and dance for the first time in ages. Nonetheless, Karly and I tend to be the most enthusiastic dancers in our group, so it was often just the two of us on the floor.
She caught me looking multiple times - her reactions started with a raised eyebrow and a sarcastic eyeroll, then graduated to a bit of a smirk. Maybe emboldened by the drinks, I finally met her smirk with one of my own, and let my eyes travel up and down her form lazily and obviously.
Karly nodded and her smirk took on a self-satisfied air. I uttered a chuckle that even I couldn't hear, and we danced until the music turned off and the lights came up.
Our two male friends had managed to find beautiful people to pair off with, and Karly and I found ourselves alone outside the bar in the unseasonably warm air.
"Hey, wanna walk home together?" She asked, rooting around in her fanny pack after retrieving it from coat check. I nodded agreement, and was about to respond before she responded "oh, sweet!"
Karly pulled out a joint and grinned. "I forgot I rolled this! Wanna smoke it behind the bar before we walk home?"
My blood instantly started pumping, but I managed to keep it off my face (I think). "Hell yeah," I said, more huskiness in my voice than I intended. Her eyes flashed in my direction, but she didn't say anything as she led the way into the alley behind the bar.
It was dimly lit and...well, an alleyway in the middle of downtown in a major city. Not exactly the most scenic place in the world, but we were blocked from view of the street - although it sounded like the club-goers were as reluctant for their night to end as we were, judging by the distant sounds of them milling around the entrance.
Karly sparked up the joint, her sharp features briefly illuminated red by the cherry glow as her eyes met mine. She passed it to me, and waited until I had inhaled until she asked. "So...are you still writing erotica?"
I choked on the hit and eyed her, a smirk firmly settled on her full lips. Still coughing, I nodded and handed her the joint back.
Not looking away from me, she asked, "Ever written any about me?" I doubt she intended her voice to be as husky as it was, but the tone went straight to my brainstem, and it felt like my blood was instantly boiling.
