Part 3 of "Going at it with Liz ". Like I said at part 2, if you haven't read the previous chapters of this series, you might want to do so, just to understand everything properly.
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Day 3 of the week pretty much looked like the others: a lot of teasing, really hot sex and pretty much everything else you can think of that is related to one of those two topics.
We'd both decided BEFORE I even came for my week that one night - or more - we'd be going dancing at a local bar. Since we'd both turned 18 quite recently, it would be, for the both of us, one of our first times. But we never knew THIS bar was far from pretty much anything we'd been to before which was... well, close to nothing.
We spent most of our time that day, trying to see what we could wear and then go shopping for whatever we thought we'd need. Small, tight, low cut dresses, push-up bras, thongs so our panties wouldn't show, fuck-me heels and a little plus: a dildo and a vibrator(for which I had big plans for the days to come).
Even though those two things weren't on the list, I really wanted to try one or both of them sometime this week.
Anyhow, after we had everything we needed, it was time to get ready. We were both in Liz's room, helping each other with our clothing.
"Fuck Alli, how the hell are you supposed to fit your tits in there?" Poor Liz, I'd really pushed her to buy that bra. Her first push-up bra actually, which was a lot of fun since she'd kept trying to fit her breasts in the cups for... the last five minutes.
I really liked that because every time she decided she didn't liked how it looked or how it felt, she'd yell at me to come and help her, which involved a lot touching on my part. I couldn't bring myself to realize how much I loved her tits.
She really should buy more of those bras and invite me over to help her with them, really.
"I know I already told you this Liz, but I really love your tits" I said as I kept arranging them. She blushes again, still not used to the boldness of my comments. She did made her best though to be bold herself. She couldn't have proved it any better than what she did next.
"Well... Alli, I bought something for you... while you were busy with those dildos and stuff, I got this."
I would never have thought she would EVER buy that kind of thing. Just the sight of them make my pussy wet. I keep thinking "she did NOT really buy did she?" and yet, she did. What she has in her right hand are vibrating panties and in her left, what I guess is the remote control of those very naughty panties. My face probably shows something close to surprise and appreciation since her next comment was more controlled, less nervous.
"Now, since you almost FORCED me to buy that bra, I'm going to do to force YOU to wear those panties." Wow, my best friend is really getting better at this.
"Alright, no problem" I smile, trying not to show her how much her demand is affecting me. I can't believe it. Ever since I'd started REALLY digging into sexual stuff, I'd found that dominant scenes really turned me on. And here I was, standing in my best friend's room while she ordered me to put some vibrating panties to which SHE had the remote controls? I'd be a fool to give it up, really.
Since leaving time is getting quite close, we decide to get dressed quickly. Liz's outfit is a silky black, strapless dress that barely covers her ass and matching stilettos. Where Liz's dress could have passed for an indecent business suit, mine looks nothing like it. It's fire engine red, with a low neck line where you can see the sides of my breasts and a back cut that reaches the small of my back, leaving it with very little textile. Like Liz's, it hugs my ass and stops right below it, not an inch lower. To complete the whole thing, I have black and white platform shoes.
Even though our clothes suggest preparation and self confidence, we are both quite nervous. As we apply our makeup, we keep asking each other if it's fine, if it's pretty and whatever other silly questions we think about.
Then comes the time where we have to leave and so, we do. But nothing could have prepared us to what we were about to live.
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The cab drops us in front of the bar and leaves off right after we give him his cash. During the whole drive, Liz had whispered dirty things into my ear that all came to this: she was to start my sweet torture as soon as one of my feet were to cross the bar's doors. The end result: I was utterly and completely wet just thinking about it.
"Mark my words, if I think your pushing it too far with anyone else but me, I'll let you know. If you start dirty dancing without me, you'll be begging me to stop. Now, go ahead and behave."
So here I am, right outside the bar's doors, hearing the muffled beat of the music through the thick walls of the place.
"Having some doubts?" I can hear the laughter in her voice.
"No way, I don't even know that word" and with that, we walk in.
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Everything inside looks like any club would. The bar is crowded with men and women in various states of undress. Even though none are actually naked, some are very close to it. Some women are only wearing skirts and bras or going around with clothing quite tight, showing all they are worth.
As I walk in, I notice that men to, are going around in clothes that allow anyone in the crowd to get an eyeful. Like this guy who's on the dance floor who's wearing "pants" that are actually metal loops loosely attached together and that hide almost nothing.
I'm surprised to see that people act so shamelessly, showing off everything they have if they can get fucked in the end.
Even though it really looks like any dirty dancing place you can go to, it somehow feels different and I finally get it: people are fucking right there on the dance floor beside the people who are dancing, Some girls are on their knees in front guys, making a back and forth motion with their heads. Anyways, you get the picture.
So Liz and I, as we're making our way towards the counter are trying not to glance too much at those people dancing/fucking. I can feel, as I sit on one of the bar's stools, numerous stares on me. I turn my head towards Liz and I can see her smile back at me. Even though she forgot about her wicked promise because of all those new things we'd just saw, she intends to start it soon.
"What would two beautiful girls like you want to drink?" we both turn towards a handsome black haired, green eyed guy who's watching us intensely, his eyes holding a spark of interest.
"Two gin and tonic" and with that, he calls the bartender and takes our orders.
"So what are the both of you doing in such a dirty place?"
"Having some fun. And what is a handsome guy doing in such a place to?" Liz is silent by my side, her gaze is sweeping again and again the club, not believing what she's seeing. He skips and doesn't answer my question.
"You're both friends?"
"You could say that" I say with a smirk.
He watches me closely as I think for a moment he just guessed what our relationship, or whatever it was, was really about. But our drinks arrive at that precise moment. I toss the thought away and drink.
"Alli, let's go dance now, I want to have some fun" she winks and I just know that FUN is not only including the dancing. She proves her point my turning on my vibrating panties. I gasp at the sensation and Liz just takes my arm and leads us away from the man.
The dance floor is really crowded but our bodies are really close, rubbing each other. I throw my head back, moaning from the pleasure I get from my panties. I have my back to the crowd, with only Liz's face to see. She leans and whispers in my ear.
"That hunk from the bar can't stop looking at you since we left and he does seem to be curious about you" I can't help but moan, feeling so horny and knowing that the man is looking at me is working me a lot. My friend increases the intensity of the vibrations. My clit isn't stimulated enough for me to cum, but it is really cranking me up.
As we dance, our bodies close, our tits touching, our dresses are riding up our asses. But I can't care less. I'm so far away from reality that the only thing that matters is what I'd do with Liz once we'd get back to her place.
I kiss her hard, showing her how much I want her. She kisses me back, in a real French kiss kind of way. Our skin is starting to sweat and make our dance seem even dirtier with the way our bodies sway together. The energy from all those people around us is intoxicating, drowning us in lust and the want to fuck. And the fact that Mystery Man is watching me from the bar just makes my movements even wilder. I want to drive this man crazy and I only need my friend to participate.
It's hard for me to concentrate though, with all those people and my pussy is screaming for attention. It's even harder to speak with all those things around me.
"Liz... Liz... I want that guy. I want him to watch us as we fuck each other crazy. Just watch. He'll stay beside, but I want someone to watch us."
"I don't know... we don't really know him and all"
