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Sara and Ashley giggled and danced wildly to the heavy trance beat beneath the flashing lights. Their skirts swished playfully as they moved their hips from side-to-side. Ashely bunched the hem of her tight cami in her palms, pulling the material up before letting it fall back down. Sara drew her fingernails over Ashely's tight, flat stomach while making eye-contact with the tall handsome boys checking them out.
At 18, neither of the girls should have been in the club. However, Ashley and Sara had learned quickly that their looks and charms could take them places. Sara had playfully rubbed the bouncer's arm as Ashley rubbed her C-cup braless breasts against his chest. He was no match for the feel of the blonde's firm nipples against him. He ground his teeth together as Ashley's hand gripped his cock through his pants.
"Please, Daddy?" She purred.
He groaned as she squeezed him. "Fuck. I better not get fired for this!" He looked at the two gorgeous girls. "Fuck it. Get inside before someone sees you."
"Yay!" They squealed ducking into the club as he stood aside.
It hadn't taken them long to step out of their high-heels and begin moving to the hypnotic beats of the dubstep era. When they noticed the guys checking them out they decided to make their dances hotter. They stroked one another. Kissed each other in a fevered passion. They made an exquisite show of their tongues dancing together.
Sara - the daughter of a single father - had done nothing further than kiss a boy. She had discovered her body early and chased her fantasies across her clit with clumsy fingers. No one else had touched her there and nothing had ever been inside her aside from Ashely's tongue in her mouth. Ashley had given a boy a hand-job but her experience was limited to that.
Though they both felt and undeniable pull toward men, neither could deny that their shared kiss left them wet and wanting more. Fear prevented them from getting more.
When the song ended the two young men walked over to Ashley and Sara. They introduced themselves but the hammer of the next song drowned out their words.
"Oh well," Sara thought to herself, "I don't need to know his name to kiss him." She looked over at Ashley and found, though it shocked her little, that her friend was already locking lips with the handsome boy. She rolled her eyes.
Sara jumped at the feeling of the other boy's hand on her stomach. The thin material of her shirt a paltry barrier compared to the size of his muscles. He looked into her eyes as he moved in closer. Her heart began to hammer in her chest as his lips met hers.
She could feel the heat travel through her body. The delicious roll of muscles and nerves as her post-pubescent body responded to the arousal she felt. She could feel her vulva swell and spread, blooming like the flower it was often compared to in books. Her wetness coated the material of her lace panties as his tongue slid alongside her's.
Sara rocked her hips. Tiny jolts of electric sensation jumped through her body as the delicate lips of her slit rubbed against the stool. She drew her nails lightly over the boy's face, moaning as he nibbled her lip. She fidgeted with her legs, crossing and uncrossing her ankles, squeezing her thighs together. A secret fantasy filled her mind as her body burned in the club.
Ashley could feel the boy's erection through his pants. She kissed him, whispering dirty words into his ear as she stroked his rock-solid dick. She loved the power she got from sex. She loved being able to bring a boy to his knees with just her hand and her words.
"That's it sexy." She whispered, biting his earlobe for effect. "Fuck me, fuck my little hand. Oh yes, God! Kiss me, bite my neck. I want to feel you." She waited for him to follow her commands. Her pussy was dripping. She knew that she would have to sneak away for some "private time" when she got back to Sara's house and relieve a little of her own stress.
She could feel the hard length of him pulse and she added the words that never seemed to fail for her. "God! I'm so wet. My pussy is so hot for you. Fuckfuckfuckfuck." She trembled, faking her orgasm for him. "I'm cuummmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg." She hissed in his ears.
That was the ticket. She felt his cock throbbed hard in her hands. "One, Two," She counted the spurts as his cock spasmed for her. She could smell the ammonia scent of his cum and it excited her more. She wondered what it would feel like to experience it first-hand.
He moved his hand along her thigh sliding up toward her panties.
"DUDE!" Ashley screamed.
Sara broke the kiss to turn to her friend. Ashley was staring at the boys.
"We're only 16!" She yelled at them. The boys blanched and faded into the dark before the scene could develop further.
"Excuse you!" Sara said. "You know we are 18!"
"Yes." Ashley replied. "But he was rubbing against my panties and, ewww."
Sara considered her friend. Was it possible Ashley was as afraid of sex as she?
"Besides," Ashley continued, "I'm tired."
Sara's eyes opened wide in shock. "What time is it?!" She looked at her watch.
"What?" Ashley asked.
"SHIT!" Sara exclaimed. "We are soo screwed."
"What?" Ashley asked once more.
"Dad said my curfew was an hour ago!" Sara shouted over the music.
"You still have a curfew?" Ashley mocked.
"Yes! And when you are staying the night at the house, you do too." Sara grabbed her friend's hand and pulled her along. They had almost cleared the club when a drunk frat-boy bumped into the girls. He carried a full pitcher of ice-cold beer which, naturally, ended up drenching both of the girls.
Soaking wet, shivering, and nervous about how their arrival would be received, the girl's hailed a cab and made their way to Sara's house.
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Roy Callahan sat in the Lay-z-Boy recliner and thumbed through the family photo album. The pages were worn from heavy use. Since the death of his wife during his daughter's birth he had turned to the pages of pictures to look at the one he held so close. The one he missed every night.
Tonight, however, he looked at the pictures of his daughter. He tried to keep his anger in check by looking at her smiling face through her milestones, but as the clock ticked later into the evening it became harder to remain calm.
He had reached a plateau between slightly annoyed and world-endingly-pissed when the sound of a key entering the lock brought his focus back to the present. The key moved slowly as-if Roy might actually be sleeping when his daughter is late. The door swung open and the two girls entered.
"Shit." Ashley hissed under he breath. Sara remained quiet.
Roy looked at the girls. When they left they had been wearing sneakers and jeans with t-shirts. Now, they stood before him in skimpy skirts showing plenty of their legs, tight fitting sleeveless shirts, and each held a pair of high-heeled shoes in their hands.
Roy took a deep breath to unleash his fury and that was when the scent of alcohol hit him. The scent poured from the girl's
"I'm not going to ask where you were. Obviously, I can't trust you." Roy moved to the couch. "Instead, I'm going to give you a choice."
Ashley turned to exit the room.
"Where do you think you're going?" Roy raised his voice but he did not shout.
"This seemed like a matter between you two."
