Lexie didn't want to be one of those girls that ditched her friends for a guy, but that one orgasm she had up in the bathroom hadn't quenched her thirst at all. She wanted mo- no, she NEEDED more. She needed Jay's cock inside all of her holes. She needed his cum because she was his dirty little cumbucket.
As she walked back down the stairs and onto the dance floor, she promised herself she'd stay for 4 more dances - but as luck would have it, a friend was waving her over from their table. It was Abby, and as soon as Lexie got close enough to hear, she started shouting "Hey, Marnie is starting to not feel so well, I think she just had one shot too many. Bridget's taking her home, so it's just you and me for the rest of the night. I'm game for staying, but I'm also game for leaving, too; entirely up to you."
Lexie looked at Abby to gauge her honesty. "You don't care either way? Really?"
"Nah, girl, I love dancing and being out with you, but Alex just texted me that she was home already and if I'm being completely honest, I want to go ride her face."
Lexie laughed loudly, glad she wasn't the only one horny for her significant other. "Let's wrap this up, then. One more dance, and then one more shot for the road?"
"Only if it's tequila!" Abby responded, hip checking Lexie as they started walking towards the dance floor for the last dance.
They both got caught up in the beat, though, and three dances later, they finally stumbled up to the bar for their last shot and to tab out.
"Two shots, tequila, please!" Abby hollered to the closest bartender. "And we'd like to tab out, too, if you don't mind!"
The bartender slid over shots and credit cards to the girls, but with nothing for them to sign, and as soon as they were about to ask, the bartender beat them to it. "Ladies, the gentleman at the end of the bar paid for your drinks tonight. Enjoy the rest of your evening!"
Both Lexie and Abby peaked over to see who was at the end of the bar, to say thank you and nothing more, and Lexie's pussy clenched as soon as she saw her big, strapping boyfriend sitting there, his eyes hot on her.
Abby waved at him, and without tearing his eyes from Lexie, he nodded in acknowledgment. Lexie forced herself to turn to her friend to say goodbye, made sure she got into her lyft safely, and then made her way back inside to her man.
She was holding her breath to see what her boyfriend had planned for them. He must have rushed over as soon as he came, and that could only mean he wanted to play.
But what did he want to play? That was the question; that's what was building the anticipation to almost unbearable proportions.
Right as she reached him, he slid off the stool he had been sitting on and grabbed her hand, turning her to head back to the dance floor. "I wanna dance with you, baby," he said as he crowded behind her, subtly running a hand down her ass, brushing against the plug. She gasped lightly, stopping to not so subtly rubbing her ass against him.
He laughed a little cruelly at her. "I know, my horny little slut, you need more than just the appetizer from earlier. But humor me. It'll be worth it."