College students often make poor choices, and I was no exception. But sometimes, as in this tale, fate decides to bail us out.
During my junior year at university, I got invited to a birthday party for a friend at a local bar. We were not particularly close, but we had some good friends in common, and the bar in question was only a few blocks from my house, so I decided to head over and see what there was to see.
Like a good college student, I felt the need to get the party started early and cheaply, so I hung out at my house taking shots of awful whiskey with my roommates for the first part of the evening. They all had other plans for the evening, so after we had gotten sufficiently buzzed, we all split up to go see what we could get into that night.
The bar was packed when I arrived, and I threaded my way through the crowd looking for some familiar faces. It being a university bar, I saw a few people I knew from campus and from class, and exchanged shouted greetings with them, but couldn't find any sign of the group I had come to see. I made my way around the edge of the crowded dance floor, but still could not find anyone I particularly wanted to see.
The bar in question had a bit of a loft area, so I went up to try to find a better vantage point. Looking down off the balcony, I immediately discovered why I had been unable to find my friends. At the very heart of the dance floor, in front of the DJ table, and shielded by gyrating students from onlookers at the floor level, was the birthday girl dancing with two of her best girlfriends. The birthday girl, Kristen, was a tall slender blonde, beautiful but not really my type. Her friend Elena was shorter and thicker, with a gorgeous Mediterranean sort of look. I had gone to high school with her, and we were good friends. Tina, the firecracker of the three, had skipped college to dance professionally, and you could definitely tell by looking at her. She had grown up with the other two, and I had seen her around over the years.
They were all over each other, grinding and fondling, making quite a scene. They were accompanied by a smattering of our other friends, but they were surrounded by a group of infatuated but intimidated college guys, nervously dancing around them and hoping that chance would somehow favor them with one of these three beauties.
With confidence bolstered by plenty of whiskey, I went back downstairs and made my way through the crush of bodies to the eye of the hurricane. As I emerged from the chaos, I was enthusiastically greeted by the three girls. Elena was first to spot me, and she disengaged from the other two to throw her arms around me.
"Thanks for coming out! It's so good to see you!" She yelled in my ear, trying to be heard over the deafening music.
"I wouldn't miss it! But It looks like you three are having a pretty fine time without me," I responded, with a grin to let her know I was just playing with her.
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "We'll be having a better time if you join us!" She said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me into their little group. I embraced the other two, yelled a happy birthday to Kristen, and then happily let myself succumb to the joys of dancing with three gorgeous girls. The four of us danced wildly together for an hour or so, before we wordlessly agreed that it was time for a bit of a break. We made our way out of the crowd and over to a small table, where a couple other acquaintances were hanging out. I greeted those that I knew, and headed off to the bar to get a round of vodka/Red Bulls. It was university. What can I say?
I returned to the table to discover that one of the other members of the group had also gone to get a round, including drinks for Kristen, Elena, Tina, and myself. We all laughed at our foolishness, but university students are seldom prepared to turn down free drinks, and we were no exception.
After finishing all our drinks and cooling off a bit, the four of us headed back out to the dance floor. As before, the girls made a point to establish themselves in front and at the center of attention. We danced with no real organizing principle, just enjoying the titillation of grinding on each other and feeling each other's bodies. As the last round of alcohol kicked in, a few of the bolder male onlookers were invited to join our little group, but they could never seem to keep up with the pace and style of our dancing, and inevitably found themselves exiled back to the periphery after a couple of songs.
Meanwhile, our dancing became less and less appropriate. What started out as a hand on Kristen's waist to guide her a bit became two hands firmly planted on her butt, pulling her into me. Hands on Elena's hips, keeping her close while she danced with her back to me and her rear grinding into me, became my hands running up and down her sides and occasionally cupping her amazing breasts. What began as Tina leaning slightly away from me as we danced became her head nestled against my shoulder, feeling her breath on my neck. It wasn't specific to any of the three of them in particular, we were just letting the music and the booze run wild.
However, such things come at price, and the birthday girl was the first to have to pay the Piper. She abruptly made her way off the dance floor, clearly in the sort of distress that comes from too much drinking and not enough food and water. Elena immediately took off after her. That left Tina and I alone on the dance floor. We gave each other a look, and I swear we had a whole wordless conversation, full of vague promises and selfish need. With the faintest hint of a shared shrug, we came to the same blurry conclusion, and folded ourselves into each other even more tightly than we had previously.
Without the other girls to help bolster our presence, the crowd around us quickly filled in, and soon we were crushed together among strangers, yet oblivious to them. Our dancing progressed from suggestive to basically ritualized foreplay. We became that couple that reminds adults why they don't go to bars for young people.
Her black dress was short and sheer. I could feel the contours of her thong as I ran my hands along her hips, and then her rear, and finally between her legs. Her firm body and pert breasts made a bra unnecessary. When I cupped her breasts, I could feel her nipples hard against my palms, and I started to tweak and play with them as we danced. Her strength and grace were incredible. The way she danced promised even greater delights in bed.
We danced as long as we could, until the urge to fuck became too strong for us to resist. I slipped my tongue into her ear and told her it was time to go. She gave my cock a quick squeeze of assent. We slipped out of the crowd and stumbled out the door into the night.
When we finally got back to my house, we bee lined past anyone who was awake and headed straight for my bedroom. As soon as the door was shut, our lips were joined and tongues were dancing and hands were fumbling to get clothes off. We tossed everything wildly all over the room and collapsed into bed. At which point I made a terrible mistake: I passed out. Not my finest moment.
I painfully regained consciousness the next morning, tantalizingly suspended between heaven and hell. On the one hand, Tina was lying next to me, wearing nothing but a black, lacy thong. On the other, my head and stomach both felt like the end of the world. It was an exquisite agony, staring at her incredible, lithe body, beautiful skin, and perfect pink nipples, while being basically unable to move for fear of spontaneous organ failure.
