John had a bunch of very close friends, friends he had meet during A-levels. There were about 13 of them, 6 blokes and 7 women. All the women in the group were attractive, some of them were stunning, girls that John would give his right arm to be with. They'd all go out together, pubbing and clubbing, or just going to each other's houses to get pissed.
It was March, and there was a spate of birthdays within the group. These were special birthdays as it was everyone's 21st this year. The group did a variety of things on each other's b'days. Some organised to go to clubs; some had big dinners and a disco in a local function room. No matter where they went everyone, especially the person whose b'day they were celebrating, got absolutely wasted.
Near the end of March, it was Mikes bash. Mike had organised a minibus to take everyone to a club in Bournemouth. Everyone was there, as well as a few other people from where Mike lived. John, Mike and the rest of the lads, had been drinking all afternoon, so by the time they got on the mini bus, they were pissed already. The girls hadn't joined them in the pub, for the reason that they couldn't handle anywhere as near as much drink the lads could. When they got onto the bus, John fell onto the back seat, joined by Mike and two of the women, Chloe and Lucy.
The journey took about 3/4 of an hour, during which time John had fell asleep on Chloe's shoulder. The bus pulled up outside the club; John woke up to be greeted by Chloe's head resting on his. John apologised for falling asleep, but Chloe said she didn't mind, because he had been talking shit anyway, and that he looked cute asleep anyway. John was 5'8, slightly overweight, with shaved black hair and a goatee. In John's eyes, Chloe was an absolute babe, around 5'6, dirty blonde hair, with a fantastic body, and a cute face. John had always got on particularly well with her, and confided in her on occasions, as did she with him.
As they got out of the mini bus they were greeted with a long queue of about 100 people. They joined the end, and everyone started talking, it was a cold night, and John noticed that Chloe was shivering. Chloe was wearing a short, tight, blue velvet dress, that John thought accentuated her figure, and in which she looked incredibly sexy. John walked up behind Chloe and put his arms around her waist; she held his arms and wrapped them around her.
They kept talking to their other friends, and time flew by and they were soon at the front of the crowd. John released his grip of Chloe, only for her to take his hand and lead him to the desk to pay. John thought this was odd, but didn't complain. As they walked into the club Chloe held his hand again, as she followed everyone to the bar. When they reached the bar, Mike was already in the mists of buying a round; a few of the others had found a table to sit at and were waiting. John stayed and gave Mike a hand with the drinks. As they took the drinks over, there was only one seat left, John let Mike have the seat, and he stood up sipping his pint. John looked over to see Chloe sitting on a stool, she looked over and waved John over.
"You sit here, I can sit on your lap." She said.
Chloe stood up, and John sat on the stool. Chloe sat on John, straddling his right leg; he put his right hand on her waist to support her. As the night wore on, Chloe slid back up John's leg, then she laid her back on his chest. John's hand had moved around her waist and held her tightly. The alcohol flowed freely the whole night, and Chloe got more and more pissed as the night dragged on. She lent her head back on John shoulder and whispered to him.
"I think I'm pissed!"
"Join the club." John responded.
"Do you get horny when you get drunk?" she asked.
"Do I ever!" he replied hastily.
"So do I, it gets unbearable sometimes."
At that point Chloe squirmed around a touch on John's leg, letting out a slight moan. John found this strange, as they had never been as close as that before. They were sitting in a dark corner of the club, they were pretty much out of sight from anyone, and most of they friends were dancing, apart from Mike, who had passed out on the sofa. Chloe started to move about more on John's legs, pushing her pussy hard onto him. John started to rub her back and her sides, sliding his hands occasionally over her soft thigh. This went on for about five minutes, John could feel the heat coming from Chloe's pussy as she rubbed up and down, letting out more moans and breathing erratically. Chloe leaned back, and softly nibbled on John's ear. With all this happening, John had grown incredibly hard, the more she rubbed the more his cock would push against his trousers.
"I'm all wet," she whispered into John's ear. "I am sorry"
"Don't worry about, feel free to do what you want," he replied.
With that, Chloe raised herself slightly and slid her dress up around her waist, but not revealing anything to the people in front of her. As she sat back on his knee, he could feel the heat even more, then after a while; a damp patch materialised on his trousers.
"God, you are wet!" John said.