I thought back to the way she had fucked me, the way she had gripped my hips and taken charge, pushing and pulling me back onto her fuck pole in earnest, focusing on her pleasure alone. “Did they say there would be side effects? Is there testosterone in there?”
“I don’t know, they don’t tell you what’s in there, only that there could be side effects. But fuck!” She leaned over the table so only I could hear her. “I have never felt so good in my life.” She smiled.
Warmth spread across my cheeks and looked away, embarrassed. “That was nice, wasn’t it?”
A tall man with dark hair and a t-shirt sized to accentuate the hours he had spent at the gym walked over with a pink-colored drink in each hand. “Ladies,” he smiled and set the drinks on the table. “My buddy and I were wondering if maybe we could join you for a little while?”
I stared over to the table he had come from and saw a man in his thirties in a suit jacket and expensive shoes. He looked like he had just come from the office; maybe this guy’s older brother or something.
Glancing at Casey to get the okay, I then slipped off my stool, took the dark-haired guy’s hand, and turned toward the dance floor. “Let’s dance.”
The guy’s face lit up like I had just flashed him my tits. “Alright!”
We stepped onto the dance floor in the middle of a Jay-Z song. The bass shook everything, but the background track and beat gave you a chance to get your feet moving.
I slid close to him and waved my hips back and forth. To be honest, I didn’t really want to dance. I needed to step away, needed a little space to get some perspective. When I had left the dorm after Brad had hung up on me, I expected the evening to get to this point. It was everything between those two events that was tossing my brain left and right.
“Do you come here often?” The guy, dancing with his hands over his head like a cartoon fish leaned forward and shouted in my ear.
It took everything I had not to roll my eyes. “Yeah, it’s one of our favorite clubs!” I shouted over the bass and looked back at our table.
Casey was halfway through her drink, talking to the suit and glancing over at me.
A little shiver of excitement went through me and I felt dangerous again. I caught her eye and turned around, so my back was to the dark-haired guy dancing with me.
Casey’s eyes were glued to me.
I stepped back and slid my ass along Mr. Darkhair’s crotch. His hands fell to my hips and we moved back and forth to the beat while I ground against him.
A smile lit Casey’s face. A comfortable, happy smile when she realized what I was doing.
The song ended, and I turned and smiled at Mr. Darkhair. “Thanks for the dance,” I said.
“Thank you for the dance,” he ran a hand through his hair, obviously a little turned on.
We stayed at the club laughing and dancing until about 1 a.m. and then we caught a ride back to Casey’s
The place was dark when we got there. “Come on in, you can sleep in my room. Enjoy some air conditioning.”
I looked at my phone. It was one-twenty and Brad still hadn’t called, and I knew my dorm room was going to be miserable. Besides, I was half drunk, well-sexed, and exhausted. “Awesome, thanks.”
We slipped inside and went straight to her room where we both kicked off our shoes and climbed straight into bed.
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