Clubbing Isnt Cheating

(The following is entirely fictional. All characters 18 and up.)

Okay hiiiii I'm Jamie! I'm 18, short and a tiny bit chubby, straight dark hair to my shoulders, pale, I wear an F cup bra. The night I want to tell you about, I was wearing the closest thing I can manage to a tube top with my oversized bust and a skirt, both black. I had my makeup on and really dialed up to 11. I was so dolled up because...

I was sneaking into a club! I'm not really sure on the details, but a friend told me she could get us in and she made good on that. I was sooooo scared we'd get turned away but it worked! Of course as soon as we got inside, I somehow lost track of her and she ran off to do her thing. I am pretty sure she was trying to find guys to hook up with but I had a boyfriend so I was really just there to dance and hang out and feel more grown up.

I had gotten attention from guys at school before but not always the good kind. Here though, it felt like I was practically smothered as soon as I got on. I could feel so many eyes on me. It was hard to decide how that made me feel, it was kind of an out of body experience thing. I had been worried about how we would get drinks with no ID but I was wrong to worry about that apparently, because I didn't know what to do with all the drinks guys were getting me.

At first I really did just wanna get some dancing done and I did have a lot of fun with no big drama but then every time I'd sit down to rest, there'd be a new drink waiting for me. Some of them were yucky but there were some I really liked. After a few rounds of this back and forth of dancing and drinking, I started to figure out there was one guy doing like at least half of it because he tried to tell me out on the floor and I was barely able to understand.

This wasn't normally like me but it did make me feel kind of sexy and wanted so I decided to dance with him a bit to make it worth his time, especially since that was the most I could really offer. I tried to explain that by just shouting "boyfriend, but I can dance!" but who knows what he heard. It's so over stimulating on the inside. Flashing lights, deafening music, so many warm bodies. I was covered in sweat long before the night was over.

At first I was kind of innocently bouncing around with this older guy, he looked maybe twice my age, but that's kind of the first time I really noticed just how much jiggling my chest was doing and how that must be why I was so popular. That was a little embarrassing but I figured what the heck.

I guess the mistake I made was letting this guy grind on me during a slower song. I kinda felt like I had to, and it's not like I hated it either, but I felt guilty doing it both to my boyfriend (who didn't even know about this club excursion, he wouldn't understand) and to this guy for being a tease or whatever. I was kind of shocked though because I had grinded half-innocently at school dances and stuff before but this guy at the club I could genuinely feel how hard he was and pressing up against and between my ass cheeks. I couldn't believe I had made a guy feel that way I didn't even know. It was scary but it made my heart flutter kind of too.

If I can be honest, it was also kind of turning me on way more than I expected. I had to go stop and rest at the bar before things got even crazier. I was breathing heavy and sweating even more now. The guy came and sat next to me. I had conflicted feelings about that, wasn't really sure what to say or do.

"Hey there, I'm Charles" he said, smiling and extending his hand to shake. That put me at ease a little. I got a better look at him now. Mid 30's, straight dark hair combed neatly, very light goatee, somewhere between slender and strong. He was wearing a purple button up shirt and black slacks.

"I'm Jamie, nice to meet you! Thanks for all the drinks!" I said, feeling extra bubbly now that the guy wasn't immediately creepy combined with all the alcohol in my system by this point.

"Is this your first time here? I don't think I've seen you around before," he asked me as he kind of almost...studied me. I mean I've had guys struggle to make eye contact before but he was looking at my hands, my hair. Again, I wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or creeped out.

I nodded my head nervously. "Uhhh, yeah, I guess you could say that. I came with a friend, but I kind of lost track of her..."

He chuckled. "Well that's what making new friends is for, right?" He briefly placed a hand over mine before removing it. His hand was so much bigger than mine, I felt a shudder go through me for some reason.

I cleared my throat. "I do have a boyfriend though, so I'm sorry if you wanted more than a dance." I felt a sense of ease come over me for setting the record straight and being a good girlfriend.

He smiled wide. "Not to worry. A beautiful young woman like yourself must be used to having many suitors."

I kind of smirked at his comment. "Thank you, that's very kind of you to say. Maybe tonight, here, but not at school. He's kind of the only guy who is just nice to me."

He nodded his head with some sense of understanding. "Why is he not here then, though? I would be afraid to leave such a gorgeous partner unattended"

I bit my lip. "Well, I really just wanted to dance and have fun but I think he'd take it the wrong way. Besides...maybe I did kind of want the attention on some level..." My tone kind of deflated with that last part.

Charles put a hand on my shoulder briefly. "There is nothing wrong with that. Beauty deserves to be celebrated. It is not a crime to simply be beautiful and not hide it." His smile was so genuine that I had to choose to believe him.

"Thank you...you're very sweet." I was blushing and feeling kind of overheated. The music and lights never stopped beating on my senses. My head started to spin a little.

"It sounds like you are conflicted," he said. "Like you want something you know you shouldn't." He spoke matter of factly. I had to pause and consider his words.

"Maybe...I don't know. I feel like a different person in here than out there. I don't normally wear stuff like...this." I kind of jokingly gestures towards my midriff and tightly clothed chest. I felt like I was cosplaying as a more confident person or something, like that wasn't me I was dressed up as.

"If you're a different person in here, then this should be fine..." he said smoothly before rubbing his thumb along my cheek and leaning in for a kiss. I had a chance to stop him...but I didn't take it. I let him lean in, I closed my eyes, and I kissed him back.

It was very different than with my boyfriend. With him, kisses were either "I don't know what to do with all the desire built up inside me" or they were "I feel like I'm supposed to give you a kiss right now". I mean, he didn't literally say those words, but that's how it came across. I definitely preferred the former over the latter but even with my similar lack of experience, I could tell there was something kind of amateurish or juvenile about the way he'd smash his lips against mine.

With Charles, I mean, it was very different. His kiss said "let's make a secret together". It felt like a movie kiss, like somehow real adults have this knowledge of how to kiss and I had just never gotten it before. It was soft and slow and there was almost like a question behind it, but it was a rhetorical question and he provided the answer by lingering. Idk maybe that's reading into it too much. It was a good kiss.

He pulled away and he looked so damn smug. I think he could somehow read all those thoughts I was having. Or maybe I just looked dumbfounded. I don't know. But I could tell he knew what he had done to me. Or again, maybe that was wishful thinking on my part to want to be seen and understand, like I was ascribing to him optimistically all these qualities I wanted but didn't get in my boyfriend at the time. Can you see why I am still unpacking all of this?

I took a deep breath. My mind was racing that quickly in the moment too, not just here after the fact. I'm not the type of person to have ever done anything like this before. He put his hand back on my hand. "Seriously, just be yourself. You're young. You deserve the right to explore yourself".

I nodded my head and gulped. "Maybe...maybe I should get out of here..." The lights and the music and the crowd were getting to me. This kiss was the last straw of too many things at once combined with the alcohol and I needed some fresh air.

He nodded back at me. "Would you mind if I escorted you?"

I could've turned him down here and things would've never gone further. I probably wouldn't have told my boyfriend anything about that night and would've forgotten about it before too long. But I just muttered a quiet "go for it". I kind of needed the help anyways, to be fair.

He stood up and grabbed my hand gently to help me out of his chair. I swear I could feel his heartbeat through his hand...or was that mine? He held on as he helped guide me through the crowd and to the door. Exiting out into the cold black night was almost deafening the way it was so much more quiet. I could hear myself think again. I took some more deep breaths and calmed down. "Thank you, really..."

He shook his head. "It is no matter. But how can I help you now? Are you looking to go home?"

I thought this over. My parents thought I was spending the night with my friend so I actually couldn't stumble home at this hour of the night. "Uh, I actually don't have anywhere to go until the morning...." I gave a nervous laugh.

Charles seemed to be happy to hear this. "I live alone near here, perhaps you would enjoy some water and a couch to rest on? Nothing untoward, I assure you." He spoke so warmly and confidently.

I nodded my head. It's not like I had a ton of other great options. "That sounds good, lead the way. You've been very kind, sir"

He raised an eyebrow at that last part, but didn't seem displeased. "Sir, huh? Careful, I could get used to that."

I don't know what it was or fully how to explain it but it, I dunno, it just felt like we were having fun but I could've told him no at any point, but that's what made me not want to say no, if that makes any sense. Even with my boyfriend, it felt like we got hung up on the little stuff a lot and a lot of what we did was one of us dragging the other into something. Is this just what all, like, post-college people talked and flirted like?

We chatted and laughed more on the walk there. He asked my about school, about my plans, a bit more about my boyfriend. He seemed genuinely interested. He talked about his job a bit, how he had come to be single. I realize how fucking insane this sounds to just be going to some stranger's house but in the moment it seemed perfectly natural.

We finally arrived and he let us in. He had a small one bed apartment but enough space to be comfortable and a couch to rest on as promised. I quickly kicked my shoes off and flopped down on it while he got me a glass of water, which I was eager for, even spilling a bit on myself and having to ask for a napkin to wipe up. I suppose I looked rather funny, dresses all skimpy and all made up just on some guy's couch. But he continued to make me feel seen and appreciated.

I was kind of sitting slumped in the corner of the couch and he sat in the opposite corner. "If you really need your beauty sleep, you're welcome to take the bed and I can take the couch here."

I blew a raspberry at him. "Not a chance, you're being very hospitable" I grinned at him. Maybe it was the sudden privacy....maybe it was the lighting...but right around now is when I started to feel absolutely fucking feral for this man. I had almost forgotten about the kiss during the walk here but now it was all I could think about. I let my eyes linger on his lips, hoping he hadn't lost his seeming ability to read my mind from earlier.

He could tell something was up. "Are you doing alright over there?"

I kind of waited to think of what I was going to say, but I decided instead to fall towards him with my hands planted on the middle cushion, kicking up my legs onto the couch as well so I could start to crawl on my hands and knees slowly towards him, my head just a bit below his as I inched closer and closer. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't stop smiling.

I think he more than got the hint. "You don't have to do anything you don't want-" and that's when I shut him up with a kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned into it, almost kind of pantomiming how he had done it to me earlier. It was maybe a little awkward making the angle work, but more than worth it to get another quality kiss in.

This time it was more like...a series of kisses. As soon as one would end, another one would begin. I had to pull away to pant and breathe after several more, a strand of spit connecting our lips. Fuck, that was hot to see. I looked up at him and he looked the most flustered I'd seen him yet. I wanted more of that. I didn't care what it cost me, honestly. Maybe that's why I suddenly blurted out, "Can I please suck your cock?" Just to see the surprise on his face. I don't think I had fully thought through the repercussions.

I got what he wanted. He certainly did look shocked. "Are you...sure?"

I guess this was another last chance I had to make things slightly more normal...but I didn't wanna chicken out now. And I did want to do it. I just felt drawn to him. I wanted to make this man's night for making mine. I felt like more of a mature grown up, something I really needed in that moment.

I nodded my head but laughed nervously. "Yeah...but I'm really bad, so you can stop me any time." That was kind of a half lie. The truth was that I just hadn't done it before, just hadn't come up with my boyfriend. Hand stuff was as far as we had gone. It wasn't like he kept asking and I kept turning him down, we were just never on the same page at the same time or even just in a good place to try.

He laughed back. "I assure you, gorgeous, that the privilege would be all mine." I dunno, maybe he was just an older guy using me for my body but maybe he wasn't. Either way, he made me feel cool and special and important and I had honestly never before thought so fondly about the idea of getting someone inside my mouth like this. Maybe it's because of the way he was grinding on me earlier...I don't know. I at least wanted to see that thing, to cross that boundary with him. Make another little secret together.

I placed my hand on his zipper, feeling him already half hard just from the sight of my immodest outfit and my immodest words. "May I?" I bit my lip teasingly, batting my eyes at him.

"Be my guest, sexy. Just have fun with it, do whatever you like." That was so reassuring to hear. I know now that sex is supposed to be fun, it's supposed to be lighthearted and comfortable and safe, but it has always seemed so scary and unapproachable in the real world before. Like whenever I had handled my boyfriend before or vice versa, we'd both freeze up and go silent and then have to figure out after the fact what each other had even been thinking.

All that to say that I had a smile on my face as I undid his zipper, looking back and forth between his own face of satisfaction and the prize I was unwrapping. I noticed his boxers had little dark spots in them...for a brief moment I thought it was sweat from the club or even that he had peed himself but then I remembered about precum, I just had never seen it look like that before. "Is that..." I started to ask.

He nodded his head. "All from you, I assure you. Your ass was...quite convincing." He gave more of a grunt than a laugh to emphasize his point there. Again, maybe this seems so silly, but just hearing a hot older guy even say "your ass" at all was kind of a thrill. I still can't decide if I was just easy to please at this point or if I genuinely stumbled onto this like, dirty rom com situation.

Anyways, fumbled a bit more with the zipper and the button before managing to get his pants down and then finally it came time to tug his boxers down. I could see his bulge twitching and growing as I went. So hot. I felt so powerful seeing that response. I looked up at him for approval before grabbing the hem of his underwear and pulling it done to let his cock and balls out.

Easily twice the size of my boyfriend's, for starters. Not that I even care about that kind of thing, but it still has an effect. And it kind of...made sense, you know? Like I wouldn't have cared if he had been the same size or even smaller but he sure acted like he had "big dick energy" and it kind of just continued to feed into this narrative of almost like...this is the first sexual experience I'm having that actually "counts". Like even without taking my virginity, that there would be the me I was before this and the me I was after this.

I didn't realize I had gone slack jawed at the sight of his bare cock, but he seemed to notice. He just smiled and stroked my hair really sweetly. "All yours" he said warmly. God, I needed this man

I dove my head between his legs, going prone on the couch, and took a deep breath through my nose. Is that weird? It felt a little weird after, but that's just what my instincts said to do. It wasn't like, actively covered in sweat, but he was a bit musky and man smelling and that made me fucking quiver, I swear to god. I gave the base of his shaft a tepid lick and managed to get a moan in response. That was definitely a reward structure I could get behind.

I continued to lick higher and higher slowly until I was gently rolling my tongue in circles around the tip of his cock. I looked up at him and moaned into it a bit, loving the look on his face and smiling as best I could. That's when I popped the tip into my mouth and started to apply suction to it, causing a bit more of it to go into my mouth. More moans and groans in response, music to my ears.

I grabbed his shaft, using my elbow to prop myself up. I proceeded to lick his tip more aggressively, almost like I was grasping and licking an ice cream cone. That almost made me laugh to think about but I managed to barely keep a straight face. Then I pushed his spongy tip against my plump pink lips and swiveled my head side to side before opening them back up and sticking a couple inches and then out and then in again.

I started to slowly drag my hand up and down the base but it was too dry, so that's when I let a bunch of spit pool up in my mouth and then dribbled it onto my lips to rub onto his cock and let it run down the sides to lube up my hands. Maybe I had watched a little too much porn and read a little too much smut online...but I still flip flopped between feeling like I was nailing it and like I was probably just embarrassing myself.

I had been enjoying the soft symphony of grunts and moans when suddenly he barked at me, "Get those tits out." Oh. My. God. Soaked my thong at that. I mean it shouldn't have been a big surprise to me but the way he was suddenly commanding was so hot. I practically squealed with arousal into his cockhead as I quickly grabbed at my top and pull it done enough to set my heavy breasts free, my nipples hard as all hell. I kept one hand tweaking my left nipple while I put my other hand back around his shaft, both elbows digging into the sofa.

I started to bob my head faster as I got more and more turned on by the whole situation. I didn't even know this man at the start of the day and I was stuffing his junk into the place I use to eat food. I knew this was wrong too, I had forgotten about my boyfriend for a bit. I guess I'd have to just...break up with him after this? I pushed the thought away for now and looked up at Charles as I tried to shove as much of his cock into my mouth as possible, which was only about half. "Fuck, you look so good like that..." I wonder if he could tell I smiled at that.