It was the 80's and, love it or hate it, disco was king and you never knew what to expect when going out for a night of dancing under the mirror ball. All of the characters in this story are eighteen and just out of high school, which, in some places at the time, meant you were old enough to drink a beer... or two... or three...
Part 1
She was pissed.
Eve had driven twenty miles to meet her girlfriends and do some dancing at the Liberty Palace Disco. They were now an hour late and she knew that they weren't going to show up.
"Bitches!" Eve swore as she started on her third beer. She didn't even like the stuff but by now, she was mad and decided, "What the Hell!"
"Probably found some cowboys somewhere and decided to ditch me!" she said to herself, taking another chug. She wasn't used to drinking and was already starting to feel light-headed.
"I doubt if I even get to dance," she thought, full of self-pity, looking longingly at the couples on the dance floor.
"Eve!" she heard a voice yell above the music.
"Is someone yelling at me?" she thought, and then, "Well dummy. How many Eve's can there be in here?"
She looked up and saw Tony and his buddy, David, making their way towards her through the crowd.
"Anyone sitting here?" Tony asked as they reached the booth that she had been saving for her friends.
"No. Sit down," she replied, trying to muster a smile. "Some of the girls were supposed to meet me but it doesn't look like they are going to make it."
"That sucks," David said as he slid into the booth next to her. Tony did the same on the other side of the table.
David noticed Eve's forced smile and, in addition to the one she was taking a gulp out of, two empty beer bottles on the table. That surprised him. She usually wasn't much of a drinker. When Eve mentioned that her friends had stood her up, it became clear that she was upset and planning to drown her sorrows.
He liked Eve. She was a nice girl, quiet and cute. He had tried to work up the nerve to ask her out but hadn't quite gotten there yet. "One of these days," he thought.
He looked around and realized that the place was full of guys, who, once Eve was good and drunk, would jump at the chance to take advantage of her.
He didn't want to see that happen.
As Tony took a swig on his beer, Eve felt David's hand on her knee. Startled, she looked up into his eyes.
"Tell you what Eve," he said, his soft voice just audible above the noise of the crowd. "If you'd like, we would love to keep you company tonight. That is, if you don't mind being seen with a couple of dorky guys."
Eve smiled for the first time that night.
"That sounds like fun. I would love it."
"What are you two cooking up over there?" Tony asked, having already finished off his first beer.
"Tony, we have a change of plans," David announced. "Instead of spending the night getting shot down by every stuck-up girl in this place, we are going to dance the shoes off of the lovely Miss Eve."
As he said this, David squeezed Eve's knee, making her heart skip a beat.
"Sounds like a good plan to me," Tony replied. "I don't think my ego was ready for a night of rejections."
"In that case, Eve," David said, "I think we have some dancing to do!" Moving out of the seat, he grabbed Eve's hand and pulled her towards him. As she stood up, a crowd of people pushed their way through the aisle, bumping into David who, in turn, knocked Eve off balance.
As she started to fall backwards into the booth, David reached around her waist, stopping Eve's fall.
"Are you okay?" he asked, just as they both realized that, in his haste to keep her from falling, David had grabbed, and was still holding onto, Eve's butt.
"Hey! Some guys will do anything to cop a feel!" Tony chastised from across the table.
Blushing, David released his hold on Eve's bottom, took her by the hand and led the way to the dance floor.
The first song was a fast one, something stupid by the Bee Gees, and they danced apart from each other. David wasn't much of a dancer. Eve stifled a laugh as he moved his arms around and tried to imitate the others on the dance floor.
She had harbored a crush on him for quite a while, not that she ever did anything to let David know. He was tall and athletic and better looking than he realized. But he was a little shy around girls and Eve was the same around guys... so nothing had ever materialized. But that didn't keep her from wondering... and hoping.
The fast song came to an end but was quickly followed by a slow one from the Commodores.
"Umm..." David started.
"Yes!" Eve said quickly, moving in close to him.
Resting his hands on her hips, David said, "I'm sorry about the hand thing. You know... back at the table."
Looking at him with a bravery fortified by the beer she had drunk, Eve smiled. Moving his hands from her waist to the cheeks of her butt, she said, "I'm not, David."
Moving together, he started to relax and his body pressed against hers. With the lights turned low for the slow dance, David's hands grew brave, caressing and squeezing her bottom.
With Eve's head against his chest, she heard him singing softly,
"You're once... Twice... Three times a lady..."
Swaying together, David moved his hands from Eve's derriere, and began caressing the small of her back. Unbelievably, she realized that this was even more intimate than when his hands had been squeezing her ass.
Her arms around his waist hugged him even closer and she felt, for the first time, David's bulge press into her stomach.
Rocking together, his cock rubbing against her, Eve heard David's gentle voice whisper into her ear...
"When we are together The moments I cherish With every beat of my heart To touch you, to hold you To feel you, to need you There's nothing to keep us apart..."
Before they knew it, the song was over.
David slowly pulled away from her, blushing as he tried to hide the tent in his pants. Eve was just as embarrassed, as it felt like everyone in the place knew that her panties were soaked.
When they neared the table, Tony jumped up and said, "Well, it's about damn time!" took Eve by the hand a drug her back to the dance floor.
Jokingly, he asked, "Do I get to cop a feel of that cute butt, too?"
"Well, that's only fair, isn't it?" Eve replied, excited at the thought of Tony touching her where David's hands had been just minutes before.
She pulled his hands around her and planted them firmly on her ass.
"How's that?"
Tony grinned at her and said, "That will do just fine." And pulled her into his body.
For the next three dances, they went at it, bumping and grinding against each other.
The rest of the night was like that, with David and Tony only occasionally letting Eve catch her breath and down a beer to cool off.
As the night went on, each man grew braver. Their hands progressively moved over her body, touching her ass, her back, even tweaking her nipples in the dark corners of the dance floor. Both had kissed her and, while sitting at the table, each had taken the opportunity to put their hand on her leg and caress the inside of her thigh.
It seemed that the only part of her body that hadn't been touched was the part that longed for it the most. By now, her pussy was on fire, her panties were soaked and Eve was aching to have either of them touch her there.
Eve gulped down another beer. She had lost track of how many she'd had. Tony was also chugging another one down. David sat next to her, sipping the same bottle that he had been nursing for the last hour.
Eve's faced was flushed and both David and Tony stared at her with lust in their eyes.
Just then, they heard the DJ announce, "Okay! Everybody to the dance floor! We are going to close it out with a song by Donna Summer!"
"Well, little lady," Tony asked, "Who gets the honors?"
Looking back and forth between the two men, who were staring at her like wolves ready to devour their prey, Eve replied, "You heard the man! He said everybody!"
Grabbing their hands, Eve raced to the dance floor with the two in tow.
When they reached the floor and Donna Summer began to sing:
"Last dance... Last chance, for love..."
Eve placed Tony's hands on her hips and then spun around to face David. Reaching a hand up to his neck and pulling him down to her, she sang into his ear,
"Yes, it's my last chance, for romance, tonight..."
Behind her, Eve felt Tony move his body into hers, swaying to the music and grinding against her ass.
With her other hand, she took hold of David's belt and pulled him against her until one of his legs was wedged between hers.
Pressing her crotch into his thigh, she continued to sing into his ear:
"I need you, by me, Beside me, to guide me, To hold me, to scold me 'Cause when I'm bad I'm so' so bad..."
For the next five minutes, it was as if no one else existed. Just... Tony's fingers digging into her hips and pulling her tight so he could grind his hard cock into the crack of her ass.
And, at the same time, David was pushing his thigh against her crotch as his dick rubbed up and down her hip in time to the music.
At some point, Tony reached around and began squeezing one of her breasts while David tweaked the nipple of the other.
With his spare hand, David brushed Eve's hair off of her shoulder and Tony moved in to nibble her ear and bite her neck.
David leaned in to kiss her, passionately mashing his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth and then backing away only to grab her lower lip between his teeth. He pulled on it, and then let go to resume the onslaught of her mouth.
His tongue filled her. She thought he was going to shove it down her throat.
