Boom, boom, boom.
The bass of an early 2000's RnB song reverberated through my bones as I circled my hips amidst gyrating bodies. Darkness provided a haven for lips to press on slightly salted skin and hands that grope and stroke indiscriminately. We had been in a hypnotic dance state for hours, letting the music take us to where inhibitions warn. Heat sliced past my latex cut out mini dress and gave way to beads of sweat that lined my exposed cleavage. I broke from my dance with a few other girls to find refreshment.
Walking into the corridor where there were far fewer people, I felt a pair of eyes on me. They tugged at the hem of my dress. Smoothed over my curves. Licked at the apex of my thighs. A shiver ran through me as an inaudible moan escaped my lips. In a trance, my vision rotated around the room, seeking those eyes. But they disappeared.
With shaky legs, I manoeuvred through the crowd and into the kitchen. Luckily, it was my friends Patricia's house. I've been here enough times in the day to know where I'm going without stumbling into a room that hosted an unsuspecting tryst. Chuckling to myself at the scenario, I opened the fridge. Eventually, I found what I was looking for. My hips continued to move as I gulped a whole glass of orange juice, licking my lips. Refreshed and ready for another round.
About thirty minutes had passed, the air in the living room had become thick with depravity. Bodies mingled and meshed together like a pit of snakes in heat. The vibrations of the beat rumbled through us, akin to a charmer with his flute. My gaze flitted up from my new dance partner and locked on the prying eyes from earlier. A slow smile crept on my face as I identified the perpetrator. It was my good friend and the owner of this house, Janice.
She was five foot six inches of delicious. Two ringlets ran down either side of her face, the rest amassed in a messy bun on her head. Paired with a distressed crop top and booty short two-piece she donned and mismatched earrings, she had a freshly fucked aesthetic. Again, delicious. Her skin was a deep caramel, a few shades lighter than mine. I watched her flush red as she returned my smile. There was something different in the way our eyes interacted with each other, something carnal.
Locked in her gaze, my hands trailed up the legs of the girl in front of me. Pressing my groin against her round ass, I flicked my tongue on her neck and her back arched towards me. My eyes never left Janice as I continued my sensual dance. The skirts of my dress rose higher and higher whilst I moved. Janice began to stalk towards me in her heels, swaying her hips with every step. I released my dance partner as she approached. In one motion, Janice pressed my back to the wall with her body.
I could feel her nipples whilst our breasts mashed together. Desire rose in me, imagining what those nipples would feel like between my fingers or my teeth. Or how the mounds on her chest would spill through my fingers as I massaged them. Slowly we began to grind together with her leg in between my thighs, breath mingling. Our hands explored each other's curves as if our thirst could only quench with soft flesh. My wetness began to leak from my thin lace thong and onto her leg. Janice drew in a sharp breath and thrust her thigh onto my pussy. We ground against each other to the music, as unaware of the people dancing around us as they were of us. Either way, I didn't give a fuck, neither did she.
Suddenly, she released me from her embrace and sized me up with her probing eyes, now dark with lust. My body stayed poised, allowing her to get an eyeful as I did the same. Janice flashed another smile at me, this one dangerous, and leant back in. Instead of placing a thigh between my legs, her right hand touched the outer folds of my cunt and teased wetness out of me. I froze, half in shock at her brazenness and half in wanton lust. She removed her fingers and rubbed my juices on my lower lip before sucking it off deeply.
My full lips moved with hers leisurely as we kissed, tongues touching playfully. Expert fingers resumed working in my folds before reaching my clit and circling it. I pushed my friend off of me and cocked my head to the side. She understood my meaning instantly. Holding her perfectly manicured hand in mine, she led me from the living room and into her room which was just to the left. Janice closed the door behind me and locked it with a click. I sat down on her four-poster bed with a slight bounce and popped my heels off, sighing in relief. Goosebumps crawled onto my skin with excitement as the noise from the party muffled behind the door.
She seemed to know what I thought as she drawled in her voice, deep with desire, "It's just me and you now, sexy." I smiled back at her, "Lucky fucking me." I could have sworn something flashed in her eyes as she said, "Not yet." Janice kneeled on the rug at the side of her bed. Keeping eye contact, she took one of my feet into her hands and began to massage. A moan sprung from my lips whilst she tended to my arches and kissed the ball of my foot. "Mmmn, you like that baby? You were going so hard in there." She murmured as she continued on the other foot.
I managed a whimper as I flopped back onto the bed, lost in her care. "If I knew you were a masseuse, I would've seduced you ages ago." I breathed, enjoying her worship with massages and kisses up and down my legs. Janice chuckled, "I've been watching you, biding my time. I've wanted to do this for so long, but I didn't think you liked pussy." Shaking my head, the only words I could muster were, "I like everything." She giggled again. It was a rich, lilting sound that made my nipples perk up and strain in my dress. Not noticing she was now naked at my feet, I struggled to get my garment off and instantly regretted the wardrobe choice.
