Amy was so excited. Tonight was going to be the night she finally got her boyfriend Brian into bed. She was already so wet with anticipation she had to wipe herself off before she slipped into her tiny red satin panties. She then slipped into her favorite little black mini-skirt and a tight white tank top with spaghetti straps that barely pulled it up over her perky breasts. It was cool enough that her nipples poked prominently through the fabric. She slipped her leather jacket on and checked herself out in the mirror for a second before grabbing her purse and heading over to Brian's apartment. She found herself getting warm between the legs again as he answered the door in jeans and a wife-beater that showed off his rugged upper-body. He quickly grabbed his jacket as well and they headed to the local dance club. It took only a few drinks before they were grinding hard on the dance floor. Amy was straddling one of Brian's leg and rubbing herself up and down on it while Brian fondled her tight little ass. Both of them were feeling more than a little dirty.
Brian held her close and whispered in nastily into her ear, "You love rubbing your little cunt on me don't you? In front of all these people too, you're such a little slut!"
Amy breathed back, "Oooh yeah, you're making me all wet you sexy stud!"
"Maybe we better cool it before you soil your panties, eh?" replied Brian. Amy nodded and they moved into a booth to order some more drinks. After some white Russians they were both feeling very tipsy. Amy was ready to jump on the closest guy next to her while Brian was getting tired from all the drinks. Since Brian needed a rest, Amy went to the dance floor by herself. She found a cute guy and started grinding herself on him with little hesitation. Soon she was moaning as the guy reached under her skirt to feel her smooth ass.
Amy was completely lost in the moment when Brian's angry voice shook her out of it, "You bitch! You can't go five seconds without getting on some other guy, can you?" Amy tried to respond, but Brian cut her off, "It's over whore, this happens every time and I won't put up with it anymore!" Amy stood in stunned disbelief as Brian walked out the door. The other guy had disappeared too, not wanting to get in a fight. All of a sudden she could barely breathe. She grabbed her jacket and ran to the nearest exit. She gasped for fresh air as she stepped into the alley. It had started raining and the cool drops brought her back to reality. Realizing what had just happened, she collapsed to the ground crying. A tap on the shoulder made her look up. A warm face framed by shiny black locks greeted her.
The girl spoke softly, trying to comfort her, "Hey, what's wrong?"
"My boyfriend just dumped for no reason," Amy sobbed out, "He's never acted like that before, I don't know what happened."
"Relax, he'll come to his senses when he sobers up. Why don't you come over to my place to warm up and get out of this rain? We can talk it out and I'm sure you'll feel better tomorrow."
Amy looked at the girl again. She looked like she was a college student the same as Amy. She didn't usually trust people, but this girl seemed different somehow.
"OK," Amy said nodding her head.
"Sounds great, my name's Heather by the way," the girl replied, taking Amy's hand to help her up.
"I'm Amy, nice to meet you."
Heather lived at a typical college apartment complex that was just a short walk from the bar. They were both glad to get out of the cold rain.
"Hey Heather!" greeted Heather's roommate from the couch.
"Don't you ever get dressed?" shot back Heather. The girl was sitting there in gray boxer-briefs and a tank top.
"You know me, why get dressed when you're not going out?"
"I guess you have a point there. Hey Ashley, I'd like you to meet Amy. Amy, this is my roommate Ashley."
With introductions out of the way they all sat down in front of the TV. Amy finally got a chance to see Heather in a better light and she didn't look like the type of girl who would be alone. She was wearing a white cotton T-shirt that was practically invisible because of the rain along with a tight leather skirt and black stockings. Her very visible breasts were small but beautifully round. Her face was absolutely gorgeous with her short black hair cascading around it. Ashley didn't look like someone who spent her nights alone either. Her long wavy auburn hair hung down to incredible breasts that almost burst out of her top. Her long smooth legs didn't hurt her either.
"So, what happened with this guy?" Heather asked Amy, attempting to figure out why this beautiful girl was left crying in the alley.
"He wanted to sit a dance out, so I started dancing with some other guy and he just flipped out. I'd danced with other guys before and he never cared."
"It sounds like he just had too much to drink, girl. I wouldn't worry about it too much, no guy would give up a pretty girl like you that easily," Ashley tried to ease her worries.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm just a little extra upset cause I thought tonight we would finally have sex."
"So, that's why you're so upset, huh? I know what it's like babe. I can't remember the last time I had a really good lay. My hand is getting way too much exercise lately," said Heather, finally understanding the situation. Amy was taken aback by Heather's casual mention of masturbation. The other two seemed to pick up on this immediately.
"How come you seem so shocked? Don't tell me you've never slipped a couple fingers between your thighs," Ashley questioned.
