"I'm almost ready!" Chelsea yelled at her friend as she was applying her makeup.
Standing in front of the mirror, the 5'8, 27 year old, half white-half black girl with dark hair and a nice ass was finally ready for a night out on the town.
"OK Stephanie, let's go! Get the Uber!" she told her friend, a 5'4, 27 year old skinny white girl with brown hair, perky B cup tits, and a cute, tight butt.
"Wow Chelsea, your tits look great in that dress!" Stephanie had always been a little jealous of her friend, as her B cups were not as big as her friends pair of 36Cs.
Both were dressed up for a night out - Chelsea wearing a revealing orange dress that ran around her knee, while Stephanie was wearing a tight black shirt and a short jean skirt. It had been awhile since they had both gone out together for a night on the town and although Stephanie had a boyfriend, Chelsea was single and was just looking to spend some quality time with her friend.
"I'll take 2 vodka cranberries," Stephanie told the bartender, walking them over to her friend as she waited on the side, having recently arrived to a popular club
"Wow, these are petty strong," Chelsea told her friend, causing Stephanie to nod in agreement.
After about 20 minutes, both had finished their drinks and were headed back to the bar for another round. On their walk over, they were suddenly approached by 2 guys.
"Hey ladies, my name is Duane," the 6'2, well built black man said, "and this is my friend Frank." Also black and well built, but standing shorter at 5'7.
"We have a booth over there," pointing to his left, "care to join us? Drinks on us..."
As Chelsea hesitated to respond, Stephanie took the initiative.
"Sure, lets do it!" And they began their walk to the booth.
"What are you doing? I just wanted a night out for us," Chelsea told her friend.
"Chelsea, don't worry about it. We can still have some fun and also save some money," she replied. "and it's not like you have to sleep with either of them."
Arriving at the booth, they were greeted by 5 more black gentlemen sitting around the table.
"This is Xavier, Derek, Eddie, Charles, and this guy we call Big C," Duane said to the girls as they all shook hands.
"This is Chelsea," she said pointing to her friend. "And I'm Stephanie, but everyone calls me Steph."
All 5 were in shape, with Xavier and Eddie being the tallest at 6'4, and Big C being the shortest at 5'5 (Charles and Derek were in the middle, measuring 6'1 and 6'0).
As the night progressed and more drinks were had, both girls felt more at ease, lowering their guard as the alcohol was starting to take effect.
"This is fun, I needed this," Chelsea told herself. "Steph was right, there's no harm in getting some free drinks and socializing."
The guys kept the drinks flowing, both girls engaged in various conversations with each one of them. Talking about what they were doing with their lives and their upbringings, both even snuck in a few dances with a couple of them.
"I think that Duane guy is into you," Stephanie said to her friend as they were freshening up in the bathroom.
"I know, I could tell when we were on the dance floor. I could feel his bugle grinding up against my ass," Chelsea replied.
"Guys have always loved this butt," Stephanie said as she slapped her friends ass, "and I know how you feel. That guy Frank was grinding on mine when his friend Xavier, or whatever his name is, tried to grind me from the front. I got out of that quick."
She laughed, "Seems like you are not short on suitors yourself either Steph."
After both girls returned from the bathroom, they were greeted with shots of tequila. Standing up, all 9 of them took their shots before doing another round.
Frank sat down first in the middle of the booth and waved for Stephanie to join her. As she sat down, Xavier sat next to her with Eddie joining him. Duane and Derek went back to the bar to order another round, while Charles and Bic C sat next to Frank and told Chelsea to join them. Duane returned from the bar with a bottle of vodka and a bottle of cranberry juice, sitting next to Chelsea with Derek next to him, and poured the ladies another drink while realizing that their plan to box them into the booth had worked.
After a few minutes, Duane placed his hand on her leg, starting to gently caress the area around her kneecap and thigh.
"Hey, you seem nice and all, but I'm not that type of girl," Chelsea told Duane.
"I'm sorry," he said as he removed his hand. "I wouldn't think a gorgeous woman like you would be."
She blushed in response, and looked over at her friend, hoping they could make another run to the bathroom. Instead, she saw Frank whispering something in her ear and noticed Xavier rubbing her legs.
She then told herself to loosen up and replied "No, it's ok. I just didn't want you to get the wrong impression." Thinking to herself that there isn't any harm in a little touching.
After another drink, Duane returned his hand to her leg and this time Chelsea did not complain. In fact, it felt nice to have his hand rubbing her and as she relaxed further, she could feel a little dampness start to develop in her lower region.
Another hour and some drinks later, both girls were feeling pretty drunk, and Duane interrupted everyone's conversation.
"What are you ladies doing after this? My place is right around the corner and we are all heading there for a few drinks. Care to join us? We will even get you both an Uber home."
Chelsea hesitated again, unsure if she wanted to hang out with 7 guys and only 2 girls, but was too slow to respond.
"Sure!" Stephanie replied, disregarding the reluctance on her friends part. "A few drinks sounds like fun."