The expression both irked me and aroused me so, when Jay moved his hand back up to tease my nipple, I let it. Having no idea where this was going, I just thought I'd go with the flow. I hadn't thought it through, being too stoned to function that logically.
What happened next was electrifying.
Storm eased back a little, which was disappointing, as our bodies were no longer touching. Then I felt his palm on my other tit! That blow must have been powerful stuff, because Storm didn't behave like this, and I wouldn't let him if he did.
I was confused. Should I stop this before Jay noticed? Would Jay notice? Would he cause a scene? I turned my head for reassurance and found it in Jay's kiss, a kiss that lingered. He broke off the kiss and ran his lips down my neck, kissing me in the special places only he knew, while moving his hand down my body. I looked at Storm, who kissed me! Shit! No, no, no. Not with Storm. It would change everything between us. And Jay hadn't noticed, yet.
My fireplace was already roaring when Jay's hand began to explore through the fabric of the wrap-over skirt that had been a feature of our argument a couple of hours before.
I was a ball of confusion. Conflicting feelings flooded my mind as Storm stepped closer again and kissed the other side of my neck. I'd never been this close to him. Jay had always been jealous of my friendship with him and I dreaded what might happen if he snapped out of this moment and realised. I was on fire down below and willed Jay's hand to find the gap and touch me, skin to skin.
My nipple was like a pebble under the rolling of Storm's fingers. My knees trembled. They would have buckled if either of these men moved away. Frustration took over as Jay's hand moved back up to my tits again. But, wait! What? Storm's hand moved down; it moved behind the curtain of my skirt and pressed against my crotch. A finger ran down the damp valley in my knickers. Waves of electricity fired through me.
My eyes closed and time twisted and folded and turned in on itself. They flickered open, and I saw that a space had formed around us and I caught the glance of a smiling girl, who prodded the guy she was dancing with and pointed at our trio. The situation had just become sexier for being watched. Jay's hand moved away from my breasts, downward into my skirt's waistband and inside my knickers. Christ Storm, I thought, move your fucking hand. I was helpless. In a flash, Jay's fingers were on my clitoris, pressed by the heel of Storm's hand. Shit! But then Jay just carried on, knowing Storm's hand was there.
Within seconds, I was aching for release. A scream attempted to part my tight lips as I tipped over into a trembling orgasm. Now many more eyes were watching the show, but their owners continued to dance.
Jay turned me, my weakened knees objecting to the manoeuvre, and planted a passionate kiss on my mouth while Storm's hands wrapped around me to knead my tingling breasts. Jay's penis was like a cannon straining at his jeans. I lowered my hand to stroke my favourite tool. Almost beyond my control, my other hand glided around my hips till my fingers found Storm's bulge. He jerked his hips backwards in surprise, but quickly brought them back to press hard against my welcoming hand.
Remarkably, we were still dancing, in a fashion, all the while turning slowly. Some people around the room watched us while dancing, some had stopped dancing, others were oblivious.
"Isn't this what you've always wanted?" Jay called, barely audible above the music.
"What? No!"
"You've never fantasised about Storm?"
"No!" I lied.
"Never imagined him, his arms around you, needing your tits?" He glanced down at Storm's hands.
"You know I would never..."
"Of course you would. If you ever thought I wouldn't find out." Jay must have been as stoned as I was. "Enjoy it while you can."
I couldn't believe how aroused I was again. I was not a girl who could get worked up straight after a climax, but Jay's words and Storm's hands on me had brought me there within seconds.
Jay's hand found its way into the folds of my skirt and slid inside the silky fabric of my favourite loose-legged cami knickers. He kissed my neck while his practised fingers toyed with my pleasure centres, and Storm continued to knead my breasts. I stared past Jay's head and locked eyes with a redhead I recognised as the stripper girl from my earlier visit with Pam; It did not surprise me to note her skimpy attire, classier and sexier than the last time I'd seen her. She sported a tiny leather skirt and an open waistcoat that just about covered the nipples of her otherwise bare tits. This seemed to heighten my arousal and soon my knees weakened, my pleasure muscles clenched, and my skin prickled with myriad pleasure needles. I tumbled into another climax while Storm held me upright by the tits. This time I failed to stifle the pleasure moan and a couple of nearby dancers turn to look and grin. Most were too far away to hear me over the pounding rock music.
Both men eased away as I came down and our dancing became more animated, though still close. Whether it was the cannabis I'd smoked earlier, the alcohol, the atmosphere, or just the combination, I was still on fire. As we parted, as if by some telepathic connection, Jay and I both began dancing a variation of the hand jive, commonly called the "Wanker's Stomp," a particularly raunchy dance that entailed gender-appropriate simulated masturbation. Girls always seemed to actually rub their own genitals during the dance, sometimes subtly and some times not so. I was no exception, erring towards not so subtle. I may have been more enthusiastic about this than was strictly necessary.
***
Jay stopped dancing, came close and kissed me, and then backed off a little. Finding the knot in my shirt, he tried to loosen it. I pushed him back.
"Really! You still want to play that game?" I shouted at him.
He shrugged, still dancing, but with his hands not subtly dangling in front of his crotch.
"Well, if you really want me to..." I called, then popped open a button.
He leaned into me and called, "you wouldn't!"
I spun around, dancing like a stoned hippie, which I suppose I was. I held Storm's gaze while my back was to Jay and Jay's eyes while facing him. My dancing became a little provocative, and I looked at other dancers as I continued, and some looked back, smiling.
"It wouldn't be the first in here," I called into his ear, "and I'm overdressed compared to others."
"You still wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" I challenged.
I turned and Jay came up behind me. "No! You wouldn't. Not after the argument we had," he called into my ear.
I continued dancing and thinking about that red-haired girl whose confidence I so admired back then. I leaned into Jay. "Would you stop me?" I pulled back and popped another button. The shy little girl in me wanted him to; the exhibitionist I'd discovered lurking within didn't.
As I turned toward him, he leaned in. "No," he said. I was sure he would
"I bet you would," I said on my next turn around. By this time, I had an audience of a curious few.
"Dare you to try me," he challenged.
I turned and shimmied up to Storm. The excitement was urging me on. Turning, I held the knot, the only thing protecting my modesty now that the buttons were no longer holding, with both hands.
"Are you sure?" I mouthed as I uncoiled one loop of the knot and pulled on either side, tightening the half knot. He just grinned. I gyrated my hips in dance while opening my arms like a bat, opening its wings and turned to face Storm, who'd stopped dancing, as his eyes opened wide at what I'd just done.
"You're so naughty," he shouted.
"You think this is naughty?"
Having much less friction now, the half-knot had loosened by the time I turned back to Jay. My tits were jiggling, and my audience had grown. I leaned into him, feeling the knot loosen a little more, following the relaxing of the tension. "Stop me if you want to. I won't mind." Jay leaned back and folded his arms while the lower half of him continued a subtle dance. The fabric struggled to cling together.
In the time it took to turn a full circle, the fabric had lost the struggle and my shirt fell open, draping across my breast, hard nipples clinging onto the cotton just enough to keep them covered. Shivering with excitement, I wasn't sure I wanted to call Jay's bluff, but I knew he would stop me before I went too far.
