Im back. * wink wink *
I wrote this in a few short hours, thanks to the wonderful feedback I recieved on my last story.. which had a lot of people asking me to tell a story about me with a guy. This is for all of you.
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It was Saturday night, all my friends and I were about to leave for the club, but I had to look in the mirror one last time before spraying some perfume on and leaving.
“God Kandice, you’re hot!” I whispered to myself as I puckered up my lips, lifted my breasts with my hands and shut the bathroom light off.
Some guys said my best asset was my lips, eyes or tits. So I always made sure to have a big emphasis on them. The short black skirt I was wearing sure would tease the guys, especially if I was dancing fast enough to show them that I had no panties on underneath. My red tube top clung tightly to my chest, nipples erect and poking through the thin fabric. My long blonde hair was so shiny and straight, which is one thing I had always loved.
The drive to the club only took a few minutes. It gave me enough time to smoke on a joint, apply extra lip-gloss and stare at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked hot enough to attract a guy or two to bring home with me to the dorm. College life sure was fun.
The bouncer at the door asked me for my ID, I reached in my purse and pulled it out, handing it to him. Smiling, he leaned in to me, stamped my hand and said, “ Too bad you aren't 21, or I would buy you a drink.” I nibbled on my bottom lip, blew him a kiss and ran off to find my friends who were already in the bathroom, chugging down pints of vodka, which they had snuck in.
It never was fun to be at a club, sober. We use to get drunk before we came, but one time we all got busted and the club owner threatened to ban us from the premises if we did it again. But he didn't say we couldn't do it while we were there.
Some guy with a tight black shirt, and black leather pants was standing in the dark corner, sipping on a Heineken and staring me down. He wasn't really my type, so I just brushed my hair behind my ears, walked past him and met my friends.
We all took our turns drinking shots out of the bottle before prancing out to the dance floor to show these guys what they were missing. Some new rap song by Lil Jon came on, and me and my friends went wild. My friend Crissy got behind me and bent me over, spanking my ass as I grabbed my knees and shook my ass for all I had. It got me a little wet to see all these guys sitting at the bar watching me and my friends dance. I knew half of them were getting hard-ons watching, and I didn't mind. Too bad I couldn't help them out.
Some guy who thought he was Mr. Rico Suave came up and slid in between me and Crissy. He kept sliding his hands up and over my breasts as he grinded into my ass from behind. I was really getting into it, but he was making me so wet that I couldn't handle it. His hands went from my breasts, down to my belly, down to my upper thighs. His fingers slid up my skirt and I think he was trying to tug on my panties, when he got the shocker that I wasn't wearing any. Pulling my face close to his, he whispered something in my ear but the music was so loud that I couldn't understand him. Grabbing my hand, he guided me to the back of the club where the pool tables were. It was Saturday night, which is the best night to go out on, because drinks were so cheap, and also because hardly anyone played pool that night, instead they just sat at the bar and drank themselves into a stupor.
Sitting me on one of the pool tables he glared into my eyes for a moment before leaning in close, to gently slide his lips against the side of my neck. His kisses were from another world. I could feel the wetness gathering between my legs, as warm flashes shot up to my chest. Just before he slid his hand up my skirt again, one of the bouncers saw us and asked us to take it somewhere else.
Grabbing my cell phone out of my purse I called my friends that were still on the dance floor, and explained the situation to them, and when Rico Suave wasn't close enough to hear, I told my friends to not try and wake me up when they got home, because I was planning on getting lucky.