This is a continuation from my last story -- Movie Night -- and includes some of the same characters. The first one isn't required reading, but it provides some background.
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The bar was busy tonight, and loud. This was a small place that catered mostly to young professionals that lived in the neighbourhood. Sticky wooden tables surrounded the dancefloor, giving dancers and non-dancers a great view of one another. It was just past 11 on a Saturday and a bunch of us were out celebrating a friend's birthday. I was on the packed dancefloor with my friend, Noor, jamming to some old school hip hop. We met years ago at my first job after university and managed to stay close even as we both moved on in our careers. This might have something to do with the fact that we were both the only staunchly single women in the friend group, favouring the variety the big city had to offer more than stability. As all the other ladies and most of the men coupled up, we remained the last bastion of singledom in the group, often going out on our own while everyone else was doing date night or watching the kids.
Noor is petite like me, but I'm athletic and she's busting out. I am the definition of "more than a handful is a waste" and she is "dangerous curves ahead". At that moment, I was appreciating her abundance. She was all rolling hips and jiggling breasts under a flowy silk crop top. Every few minutes, I casted my gaze over to Devon sitting at a table with everyone else. It had been two weeks since he, our friend James, and I had our impromptu threesome. Our friendship hadn't changed in that time, in fact, we acted like it never happened. The three of us still joked around on our group chat every day, but no one seemed to want to bring it up. We just let it go. This was the first time I was in the same room with him. He gave me a warm, if not slightly awkward hug hello when I arrived, but we didn't get a chance to talk. Noor grabbed me as soon as we broke the hug, put a shot in my hand, and dragged me to the dancefloor. She was sick of waiting for everyone else who needed a few drinks in them to dance.
Noor was all tits and ass, and nearly everyone in the bar had half an eye on her. But she was looking at me, as I distractedly watched Devon. She tracked my gaze and leaned into me, yelling into my ear.
"So you and Devon finally fucked, eh?" I blinked at her, was it that obvious?
"Don't worry," she continued, "I don't think anyone else suspects anything. But I can't believe it took you so long. You're both such sluts." She laughed, her breath tickling my ear.
"How was it?" She cocked her ear towards me for the answer. I felt myself get hot as I remembered how talented Devon was, how he knew exactly how to use his large cock and his tongue. His strong hands holding me where he wanted me. My eyes glazed over.
"He was incredible. Exactly as good as you'd think."
Noor put her hands on my shoulders and pressed into me, "I want ALL the filthy details." She kept close after her statement. I became super aware now of her body bumping against me, her soft breasts pressed against mine, and the fact that I, now completely horned up from the memory of a couple weeks ago, was softly grinding my hips against her. She grinned and stretched her arms over my shoulders, holding me in a loose embrace and grinded right back against me. We danced like this a lot and I always got a little thrill out of it, as I'm sure she did, too. The both of us would get each other all excited, attract that attention of most of the people in the room, and leave separately with two lucky strangers at the end of the night.
I loved this girl. Noor was one of the most carefree and fun women I knew, and we always shared stories of our conquests without judgement. She never seemed shocked by my stories, or jealous, like some of our other friends. We treated each other with mutual admiration. "Anyway, so are things weird between you two now?" Snapping back to reality, I looked up to where Devon had been sitting. He wasn't there anymore.
"I dunno..." I trailed, "We haven't really had a chance to talk about it."
I had my arms around her waist now. Anyone seeing us would assume we were together, rather than two friends just having a fun, flirty time. She leaned back a bit and I saw her gaze flit behind me for a split second, her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed. I felt two hands grasp my hips and a tall, hard body press into me. A pair of lips pressed against my ear.
"Jesus, how many of your friends are you going to fuck this month?" Devon's voice rasped.
My body gave an involuntary shiver as it remembered the last time I had him so close. He kept his hands on my waist and started swaying to the music.
