Ch. 2 – Lacey
Just another night at the Bar Lacey, you said to yourself. Drinks with the girls, dancing and many smoke breaks to get some fresh air, from the stuffy club filled with people. That was until Greg and Derrick came along.
They came at you on the dance floor, for guys they danced pretty well. Their strong bodies, doing a great job of filling out their dress shirts and from their tight black jeans you could tell they both had equally cute butts. Interested and slightly tipsy from the drinks you allowed yourself to be lured away from your girlfriends.
They offered a round of shots and you accepted, thrilled when they ordered your favorite. Taking it back like a champ you suggested a smoke break and they enthusiastically agreed. Outside it was quiet enough to talk, you learned they were best friends and roommates renting a house. The light in the smoking area provided illumination to look them both up in down in detail.
In the Bar they looked almost identical, because of their clothing. Out here it was clear they were very different. Greg was taller, towering over you at Six feet, while muscular he was Lean and Trim. He had dark hair and shining hazel eyes which shifted in the light and seemed a different shade every time he blinked. He was handsome and had an easy smile which never seemed to leave his full lips.
Derrick was shorter by an inch and had a more solid build, His hair was light brown, with Pale Grey eyes and strong features. It was hard to tell which was better looking, they both stood miles ahead of most of the douchebags who came after you at the bar. Greg rolled up his sleeves revealing dark tattoos, snaking up his arm.
The talk was pleasant, they seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say and you learned they were both in their final year of college. You caught both of them checking you out at some point in the conversation, you were rocking a sexy black dress and heels and it sent a tingle of excitement through you at being admired by such cute guys.
You considered which one you wanted to pursue but couldn't make up your mind so instead heading back inside you dragged them both onto the dance floor.
This time around the dancing got much more physical, you took turns grinding up against either of them, feeling their hard bodies pressed against yours. Warmth started to spread over your body as you got aroused, such close proximity was getting you excited and you could feel your pussy starting to get wet against your panties.
This only got worse when both of the guys sandwiched you between them and you felt not one but two hard lumps pressing against you, signalling that you were not the only one aroused.
