Dance Orgy

"Sandra, are you not looking for love, or what here?"

I turned to see a figure in my doorway. She folded her arms and glared at me. The half-eaten spoonful of taco dip in my mouth starts to turn rotten. I sigh.

"What now, Riley?"

She rolled her eyes and walked into my room like an ungrateful child forced to apologize. Three months older than me, at twenty-two she still has a fast metabolism. She hates her skinny frame and hides it with black clothing. Tonight, however, that black clothing stuck to her body and showed off her petite body. Tonight she's not looking to melt into the darkness and pounce upon a man or woman she finds interesting like a hunter. No, tonight she is openly hunting.

And I'm supposed to be at her side. Helping her and helping myself.

Except...

"Put down the damn taco dip," Riley said, putting her hands on her hips.

I sighed and put the spoon back into the taco dip. "I was hungry."

"You were moping."

"I was not."

"Then, where did the taco dip come from?"

"I...bought it on the way home."

"And why do you buy taco dip?"

"To share?" I said, holding up the taco dip and flashing a cheeky smile.

"Because, when you are moping over heartbreak you buy taco dip. And eat it all. Without chips, which, eew, gross," Riley said with a disgusted look on her face.

"I didn't have enough money for chips," I said, breaking eye contact with Riley.

"Liar. Now. There is no way we are going to that dance tonight with you looking like you just woke up. Out of those pajamas, put the taco dip in the fridge, and let's get ready."

"I--"

"Don't even say it. I know you don't feel like going. You haven't felt like going since George dumped you for that other woman. That was months ago."

"It was Christmas, it hurt."

"It's Valentine's Day, it's time to get over it."

"I can't," I said, knowing full well I now showed off how deeply I moped and pouted before Riley barged into my place.

"Yes, you can. He was one man. A charming man, sure, but what did he have that is making my friend and roommate eat taco dip out without chips? Hmm? Exactly. I scored us two tickets to the Valentine's Rave, and we're not missing it. DJ Hyp is playing, a lot of cute guys and gals will be there, and we need this. I need this. And you promised."

"You're really throwing everything out there, aren't you?" I said with a slight smile.

"Hey, is any of it working? The guilt one, that's working, right?"

She accomplished her mission with that sentence. I laughed. I shook my head and handed over the taco dip. Another defeat. Riley took the taco dip and grinned.

"All right, wear something that will knock them dead. We're not going for just some good music."

I rolled my eyes and scooted off my bed. "Yes, Ma'am."

Riley started out of my room. I decided to get her back, even just a little.

"And it was his cock," I said as I got to my feet. "I miss his hard, throbbing cock. He had a good cock."

Riley choked as she laughed. She stumbled out of my room and nearly hit her head on the far wall. Tasting a bit of victory, I closed the door behind me.

Now I had to make myself look presentable.

***

Ever been to a rave? The wall of noise that hits you as you penetrate its perimeter. The mass of people, all jumping and heaving separately and yet looking like a great agitated ocean, waves and ripples sticking out of the great mass at every turn. Lights that only hint at the true scope of what you walked into, and even then only for a moment at a time.

The heat.

And the noise. Oh my, the noise.

Any other day I may have felt a little too overwhelmed. But, the music felt nice. And I looked even better.

"You're not supposed to look better than me!" Riley sarcastically whined as we entered.

If she looked a little closer, she would realize that men and women checked her out, as well.

Instead, she focused on the fact I wore the outfit. The one that barely contained my bust. The one with the skirt that looked illegal. The outfit I wore when I did not want to come home alone.

And I never did.

Thanks to the taco dip, I may be heavier than Riley. Men never complain. And that one time in Mexico, that woman never complained, either. I know most days I would complain, seeing every flaw in my body and wanting something different.

Tonight, however, I felt like a goddess rewarding the peasants with my presence. I entered the rave and felt its energy melt over my skin.

I turned to thank Riley, only to find her already dancing with a guy. I sighed. Riley wanted me as their wing-person, and yet she did not need my help in any way. I suspected and would get the truth out of her tomorrow, that she made that story up to get me here.

To get me over George.

To not go home alone.

I felt my shoulders move to a beat. My body twitched to the song. I would find that person. Later. Right now, the music feels good. Real good.

I melted into the ocean of people. Only close-up did I see the variety of men and women that shared the dancefloor. I found an empty spot and let myself go.

There is something magical about music. The kind of music that thumps right into your soul and bones. It can overwhelm you, or you can willingly accept it inside of you. Let it take you over. Submit to it.

I chose the latter. If I wanted to have a good time, thoughts like George could not enter my mind. And so, I gave myself over to the music.

It proved quite easy. This DJ Hyp proved to be an expert at making bodies move. Soon, I felt the sweat on my skin as I jumped, waved, and became a vessel for the music to move through me.

Two songs later I realized a man appeared at my side. A man that attempted to get my attention. In the strobe lights and sweat, I saw a kind smile and brilliant eyes. A solid jaw. And skintight clothing.

I smiled back. A song later, we got closer. Half a song later, close enough to scream at each other.

"Hi!" He shouted.

"Hi!" I replied. Enthralling conversation, I realized.

A song later he motioned with his head toward the drink station. I nodded. We bounced our way to the spot where people pretended the noise lowered to a point where you could have a conversation.

You could not.

I accepted some water from the cheery-looking woman handing them out. He did as well.

"You move good!" He shouted over the music.

"You're watching how I move, or my body?" I shouted back.

He took a gulp of water. "Both!"

I grinned. "Right answer."

The song changed, and I can't tell you how it affected me. But, it did. The moment the beat hit, my life suddenly felt exciting. Thrilling. I loved my life. I loved myself.

And, as I drank in the tall and sweaty man in front of me, I found myself loving his body. His smile. He shared a shy smile with me, but I could see his eyes lighting up with the same realization.

Have you ever been firing on all cylinders and then an amazing song just blasts into your world? That's how I felt. Like I climbed to the peak of my life and the perfect song played at the perfect moment. I felt a rush of adrenaline flow through my body.

I also felt something else.

Thick, undeniable lust. I felt giddy, drunk on love for myself and my life. And then here stood this man, this beautiful, attractive man. I wanted him. I wanted to celebrate how amazing my life was with this man at this moment.

I did not hesitate. I leaned in and kissed him. He swatted away my water bottle and closed the gap between us. His arms wrapped around my body. I crashed into his sweaty body and it felt right. The beat continued to amp up the arousal and desire in my body. My hands started to move to the beat, moving around his body. He did the same. That innocent kiss did not stay innocent long. Soon I felt his tongue. I felt a need to kiss him harder, kiss him with more passion. The more love I gave him through my kissing, the more that pumped in my blood. It felt dizzying and yet it felt unsatisfying.

Until his hand grazed the spot between my legs.

Little fireworks went off in my head. I staggered, breathing heavily. Such a small, glancing touch initiated deep pleasure inside of me.

And, even in the middle of a rave surrounded by hundreds, I knew how this make-out session would end.

With me bouncing on his cock until I squeezed out every last drop inside of him. First, I needed him to feel the same way.

So, I did something completely out of the ordinary for myself. I fondled his cock.

Evidently, he got the message. I felt something monstrous writhe and spring to life with my touch. He moaned into my mouth. And then, his hands tore at my clothing. I felt the sticky sweat of the air on my bare chest in no time. I also felt his mouth on that bare chest, as well. I yanked on his tight pants and he obliged me. Wiggled his cock free and out into the open.

Not once did the thought of fucking him here on the dance floor in public cause me to blush or to second-guess. If anything, the next song that played only intensified the need to do so.

Like an animal, I pounced on him. I thanked the heavens I decided on no underwear or bra tonight as he crashed to the floor. I felt that thick, hard cock rub against my ass. Nothing in life felt better than knowing I caused that. And nothing in life sounded better than the moan he let loose when I put that cock inside of my pussy.

It felt glorious. Like a much-needed itch finally scratched, I closed my eyes and sank down on his cock. I let it fill me, stretch me. I managed to take the whole thing, but only barely. I wiggled my hips and grinded the fuck out of that cock. He grabbed my hands and braced me. Over the thumping beat, I lost track of his moans. I screamed into the music with bliss.

Only then, when I opened my eyes, did I see what the rest of the rave got up to while we fucked.

To my surprise, they were all engaged in the same activity.

People fell to their knees or tumbled in piles. Clothing flew into the air like confetti. Moans and cries of ecstasy threatened to overtake the music. Naked, sweaty bodies writhed and slid in pairs or groups.

Every fucked. Everyone enjoyed the music. Everyone fucked to the beat of the music.

My boy came hard. I felt the twitch, and he grabbed my hips and thrusted hard up into my body. I cried out in surprise as my own pussy clenched around his cock and my first orgasm squirted down his body. My eyes caught Riley, naked in a group of three other women. All of them licking and kissing one another.

I wanted that. I did not say goodbye or get the name of my man. I crawled off him, and on wobbly legs, crawled on my knees to the girl pile. And I joined in. Without hesitation, I slid up Riley's body and kissed her. She did not act surprised, but gleeful. She rid me of the rest of my clothing and soon I put my leg on her pussy and she grinded up against it as we made out.

My man wasted no time, taking one of the women off of Riley's breast and turning her toward him. They then tumbled into a sweaty group and rolled off into the darkness and sex.

Riley and I made out until I heard her whimper. Someone removed my leg. Someone else parted my legs.

I looked down to see two younger women with eager eyes and large tongues. One, dressed in goth clothing and makeup, started to lick me senseless. The other one, a busty brunette, went to town on Riley. Riley arched up and grabbed the woman by the hair, begging her to slow down.

She did not.

The entire room now engaged in some form of sexual activity. As the goth lady played with my clit, I watched a threesome with three young men. I saw a group orgy. Two men taking one woman.

Glorious. All of it glorious.

The music intensified. I'm pretty sure I came in the goth's mouth at that point. But, by that time, the arousal, the primal need to fuck overwhelmed me.

***

"It's eleven o'clock in the morning."

I groaned, whimpering with pain and dehydration. Someone handed me a bottle of water. I drank it in one gulp. I still tasted cum in my mouth and pussy juice from the others.

How many others?

Thinking about the night hurt. I pried myself off the dance floor and turned to see Riley staring at the ceiling, gasping for air. Someone else handed her a bottle of water.

"Drink, you fool," I said, scooting over to her position.

She drank deeply. "Eleven o'clock. Eleven. What the fuck happened?"

I looked around the room. Weary, naked people stumbled about. The Dj booth sat empty. Men and women in black clothing snaked their way through the crowd and handed out water.

"Where is my clothing," I said.

"How much do you remember?"

I smiled. Intense flashes of pure sex, mixed in with amazing music, flashed before my eyes.

"Yeah, I remember about that much as well," Riley said with a laugh. She clutched her stomach and giggled in pain. "I did promise you a good time."

I wiped the matted hair from my face. I nodded. "Yeah, you did back up that promise all right."

I looked around at the heaps of people on the ground, in the seats, and draped against the railings. All naked, all trying to make sense of the night.

Eventually, I found the strength to get to my feet and stumble to the area where my night of sexual deviance began. To my surprise, I found my clothing. Neatly in a pile. One of the men in black clothing nodded and allowed me to climb back into my clothing.

Oh, I needed a shower. I leaned against the wall, unable to find the strength to finish.

"What a Valentine's Day."

I turned to see the cute man that I started with. I smiled and nodded. "One I'll never forget. Or, well, the idea of it at least."

He laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

He paused as he grabbed his shoes. "Uh, you want to grab breakfast?"

I leaned against the wall. "After all the women you had last night, you want to have breakfast with me?"

"As long as out of all the men and women you were with last night, you'd like to have breakfast with me," he said, trying to put on his shoes. He fell to the side instead.

I extended my hand. "I'm Sandra."

"Paul," Paul said, getting back to his feet and shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you. In a way."

He laughed and grunted in pain as he attempted his shoes once more. He fell backward on his ass. "Ow. Same. So, what do you say?"

"Riley? You good to get home?" I called out to Riley.

She lifted her arm and gave me a thumbs-up.

Paul threw his shoes over his shoulder and took my arm. We walked out into the blinding light of the day, not sure what exactly happened last night but not thinking about it too hard.

"I wonder if that Dj does a Halloween dance," I said as we left.