Beads of hot sweat dripped down to the glowing block underneath her. EDM blared while everyone stared at the mysterious woman riding the glow-in-the-dark aqua dildo. Silver spikes and hoops pierced through various parts of her toned and lightly tanned body. The flashing lights flickered across her bright pink lips, slid over her hard nipples, and even caught the sight of the delicate ring between her legs with every grind against the silicone dildo.
Her brown hair was normal compared to the rainbow sea of heads intently watching her, but I found it incredibly sexy when she wrapped it around her long, metal clad fingers. Her flailing body was adorned with white fur boots, orange fishnet thigh highs ripped at both knees, and stacks of fluorescent bracelets on each thin wrist that looked as if they were from one of those toy vending machines. But, the thing that caught my attention the most was the string of candy wrapped tight around her delicate neck. I licked my lips slightly and thought of nibbling that necklace. Thought of how delicious the skin underneath it would be. That thought alone clouded my mind more than the dense and humid club air.
She was the most beautiful thing in this arena of debauched childhood memories. She was also completely off-limits. Well...at least for now anyway.
Yaz and I have known each other since we were kids and even lived next door to each other. We were practically stuck at the hip, as our mothers would affectionately say. Playing outside all day long to our religious watching of Saturday morning cartoons together to sleep-away camp and after school sports, we were basically inseparable. We were each other's first for everything and neither of us would ever admit our attraction for each other, knowing deep down of the magnetic pull between us.
Finally, halfway through our first year in college after years of failed relationships and pent-up sexual tension, we decided to bite the bullet and try our luck as a couple. Two years of the most aggravating relationship I've ever experienced and we decided to part ways, taking a break while we "found ourselves" during the rest of college. What a load of shit. We were young, dumb and too immature to make the relationship work, so running from it was our only option. Now, that we were older, I was determined to make it right. Hopefully she was willing to do the same.
I looked up and chuckled at the painted grey brick wall behind her, playing an episode of Ren & Stimpy from a projector high above the club. It was one of our favorite cartoons as kids, even if our parents kind of told us not to watch it. Rubbing my eyes from the blinding flashes of light, I looked down just in time to see her body convulse with flooding pleasure for the third time that night. Juices flowed down the dildo onto the box as her long zebra nails gripped the tops of her thigh highs; cheers and catcalls goading her on to a fourth time.
Even with the white contacts covering her beautiful brown eyes, I could tell how blown out they probably were from the intense shivers that ran throughout her body. Fuck, I wanted to be that dildo.
From one song right into another, the beginning rolls of her hips pumped up the crowd around her while helping me to remember all the times I dug my fingers deep into those hips. It reminded me of being deep inside her, fucking her into that uncomfortable twin mattress, until all hours of the night while her roommate was out...somewhere. Sometimes drunk on the combination of stolen beer and wine coolers, sometimes sober as a bad movie played on the small TV on her dresser, but always hot and fast and full of so much passion.
Though, whether it was was love or not...? Might be best to leave those memories in the past for now.
Her head finally turned in my direction. White eyes blankly stared at me as her hands traced over every single curve, hypnotizing me into wishing they were mine. It definitely worked. It also worked for the many people around her as moans and screams carried almost as loud as the blasting beat. Working her way closer to a fourth orgasm, I decided I needed something a lot stronger than the watered down beer warming in my hand.
Wading my way through the intoxicated crowd—everyone dressed in either various forms of 90's attire, neon or barely anything at all—the distant pulsing lights that shined from the circular bar had me sighing with relief. I needed another drink bad if I was going to get through the rest of the night or just have the strength to get through our inevitable conversation. Beginning with a rum and coke, I leaned back against the bar and continued to watch my neon wet dream as she circled her fingers over her red, violated clit; rhythmic music guiding her hips up and down on the soaked toy.
I didn't care about the people around me waiting for their drinks when I moved my hand over the visible bulge behind my black jeans. I just cared about relieving the strained pressure and the massive pain from my fucking zipper. It only did a small amount to relieve my discomfort, but was brought right back when I saw the fingers between her legs now sliding between her swollen lips, sucking and licking as if it was the most delicious dessert and she couldn't get enough of it.
Slowly grinding my palm discretely against the bulge, her eyes found me again and I couldn't stop the low groan from slipping out of my mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on her fingers, saliva and juices coating the digits, then slowly dragged her tongue up the underside of her fingers. The reminder of that small silver ball teasing the head of my cock tightened my hand around the painful bulge and caused me to moan louder than I expected.
"Hey!" the bartender shouted behind me, pointing to my drink. I turned around and dug my other hand into my pocket, taking out my wallet and handed him the money for the drink. He walked away, side-eyeing me until he couldn't see me anymore. What the hell was his problem?
It pissed me off even more when I looked over and saw she was gone; replaced by a bleach-blonde girl dancing not too far from where she was, clad in just a black leather and silver studded bikini and matching over the knee boots. I quickly slammed back the drink and went off to find her, half wanting to talk with her and half wanting to run. Fuck that, I wasn't leaving here until we found the conclusion we both needed. Looking around at the intoxicated crowd, I don't think I was ready to accept what that conclusion was just yet.
After spending what felt like hours finding her, I saw her standing in a dark corner around a small group of people, laughing and chatting at a high table full of various multi-colored shots. A cloud of white smoke blew from her faded pink lips as she turned to hug someone that came up behind her. The delicate lotus blossom between her shoulder blades tempted me with more memories of being bent over her and biting that same tattoo in the heat of passion.
The same person said something that made everyone—including her—turn their heads towards me. Most either could have cared less or barely knew what was going on, but she threw back one of the shots and walked over to me with what looked to be determination in those blank eyes. Her nails dug into my hand when she grabbed it, silently pulling me through throngs of people, down dark halls, and finally opened a door painted the same dark purple as the cracked walls.
The only light in the small room was from blacklight bars, a few lava lamps around the room and the many glowing stars glued to the midnight walls and ceiling. That's fine, we didn't need much lighting for what I knew we both wanted to do.
She pushed me onto the barely covered mattress, hands on her hips as she stared down at me with those creepy, blank white eyes. Surprisingly, even if they did look a little creepy, the stare was kind of erotic with the intoxicated lust that I knew was behind them. Wasn't my ideal situation for our fated reunion, but since the amount of desire matched the copious amounts of alcohol flowing through our veins, I would've taken anything I could get at the moment. Plus, the thought of walking away from here with the most painful hard-on I've ever had, then going home to jack-off with some bad porno actually made me want to cry.
"Why are you here, Lo?" The voice was softer than I expected. Her white fur covered boot pressed over my strained cock, causing me to groan loud in the almost silent room—only the distant bass and the occasional loud and mostly sexual noises could be heard.
"Could ask you the same thing, Yaz. You're baked out of your fucking mind."
Her grin and the slow movement of her foot almost made me cum. "You don't seem to be too upset. Well, maybe a little frustrated from the looks of it. Guess you haven't cum yet, huh?"
