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This story is inspired by a recent outing I had with some girlfriends. Some parts have been embellished in this first part, but it mostly follows what happened that night. Some names have been changed (including mine).
This is my first time writing for pleasure in a long time, so please be gentle. Happy to take on feedback.
I’ve uploaded on my phone so the bold/italics is missing. Sorry!
I know this is a bit tame, but there is more to come that will be a bit more… sexy!
Let me know if you’re interested in part 2! What do you want to see next?
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_Greg POV_
“Ready?” asked Dan.
“Yea,” I grinned.
We had made our way to the city again, one of our pastimes these days. I came out for Dan’s benefit. He was my bud and I, generally, his wingman when we eventually found our way out on a Friday (or Saturday or Sunday) night. Don’t judge, we’re young and like to have fun!
A head shorter than me, Dan made his way to the bouncer outside the front of the club. It was usually our fourth of fifth stop for the night but we had decided to come here first tonight.
Dan made his way to the front desk as the bouncer inspected my ID before letting me through. We got our neon green wristbands and made our way downstairs to get the night started.
_Vicky POV_
We had been at the club for about an hour hour before things started getting a bit more crowded down here.
Note to self, I thought, if I ever do this again, start later.
Not that I was going to make this a common occurrence, but having more people meant that it was easier to blend in.
I took another sip of my drink.
My phone vibrated.
*Will you be deleting these?* – Jason
My eyes widened. I know I’d sent him that video of Bri, but… what was he up to?
I scrolled a bit further up to re-read what I wrote and my cheeks heated up. Bri had absolutely no reception down here, but I had a few bars. Bri and Jason were married but he was away visiting his kids for their school holiday. He was flying back tomorrow. Bri had asked me to come out for a ladies night out earlier that week with some of her other friends. I contemplated saying no… I didn’t know them, and it had been almost a decade since I’d had fun and let loose in the city. I’d been married for seven of those years, and honestly? Life had become a bit monotonous. I never was a big ‘party girl,’ but I’d like to think I know how to have fun when the situation calls for it. The fact that it was just us girls meant that I could really have fun. I knew they wouldn’t tell. ‘What happens at girls night,’ and all that, right?
*Yes, no evidence from tonight* – me
What was I saying? I knew it was naughty but in my alcohol-induced buzz, most of me didn’t care.
*Good. Just want to know how open I can be messaging you rn without getting you into trouble* – Jason
God, I knew he was just messaging me because he didn’t have instant access to Bri, but damn…
I decided I didn’t care and continued to flirt back. It was all just a little fun, and Bri knew I messaged him.
I knew he loved seeing Bri go wild and I didn’t disappoint. I had first sent him the video of Bri dancing in front of me, gyrating her hips and shaking her ass while she bounced around to the music and ran her hands up and down her torso and around her small perky breasts. She had lifted up her crop top to flash her bra-less breasts to my phone.
Now, I sent him the video I took of her making out with the taller blonde girl. Because of the smoke in the dark room it was a bit blurry, but you could clearly see that it was Bri and the other girl.
*I wish I could be joining you in the debauchery* – Jason
*Hmm… would be fun* – me
*I want to be with you watching them making out. I’d like to find out if you’re a good kisser* – Jason
My mouth popped open a bit. My heartbeat quickened. There’s no way he just said that. Okay… boundaries.
*Bri wouldn’t know that, so neither will you* – me
*You should let her find out. I could watch (wink)* – Jason
Before i could reply he had already sent his next text.
*Tell Bri that she’s a naughty girl but I want to see more* – Jason
Okay, that’s enough. I leaned to Ish’s ear and said loudly, “I’m gonna Ankara bayan escort go dance with Bri.” Bri had made her way back to seat along the side of the dance floor we’d scored. I pulled Bri down the two steps and made our way into the small sea of bodies.
“I sent Jason the video I took of you dancing with blondie. He thinks it’s hot and wants more,” I winked at her.
“Fuck she is so hot. I gave her my number.”
I giggled as we swayed together. I was touching her and she was touching me, holding hands and bumping into one another suggestively. Hey, I told you I knew how to have fun and let loose!
We continued dancing for a bit, things getting quite saucy as we ground down on each other. She would pull my hair back when I would rub my ass against her. When we faced each other, we would pull apart and bump back together, and I would bury my face in her hair by her neck and give her a little kiss there, holding my face there for just a few seconds. I knew from at least a few angles, onlookers would think we were making out.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Once I’d washed my hands I took a moment to look in the mirror. My long brown (and poofie, damn curls!) hair had made its way out of the ponytail from earlier in the evening. Bri had said I looked hotter with it out so I had shaken it out over my shoulders and down my back, pinning the top back with one bobby pin (don’t ask me what happened to the other four that were in there before). I never feel hot. I have a pretty face sure. Some even say I’m beautiful. Dark thick eyebrows above hooded brown eyes with long lashes. I have big soft pouty lips, too, so that’s a bonus, I guess.
Sometimes when I see a throwback photo on my phone I do a double take when I see myself and think, Who is this pretty she? as recall cringing at seeing it just after it’s been taken. I guess my biggest hangup was my weight. I am husky (if you haven’t seen it, check out Gabriel Iglesias’ ‘Levels of Fatness’). I guess that in itself isn’t a bad thing, but my social anxiety and general awkwardness meant that some would consider me ‘boring.’ I didn’t have the confidence that I see often in other bigger women.
My boob vibrated, reminding me that I missed a message.
*You’re a good girl… you could be my good girl while we watch them together* – Jason
Fuck. I did not want this. Jason was hot and kinky from what I’d heard from Bri over the years… their sex life was adventurous and exciting, so different to the infrequent and, let’s face it, boring state of mine. But Bri had been one of my close friends for 6 years and there’s no way I would do anything to fuck that up. A sudden wave of sobriety hit me when I thought about my husband. My first and only lover. I could never even consider being unfaithful to my loving sweet Brain.
I looked to my phone and realised again that he was just messaging me because he couldn’t reach Bri and he was obviously in a playful mood. I wondered if he was touching himself thinking of Bri out being slutty while he’s away… could he be thinking about me, too? I put my fist to my forehead as I looked at the mirror, attempting to massage that wicked thought from my mind before texting back.
*Good girl? Don’t make assumptions…* – me
_Greg POV_
We hadn’t been in the club for more than 30 minutes when I saw her. We’d had a couple of drinks from the bar and we made our way to the dance floor. Dan really wanted to get laid tonight and I was here to help any way I could.
She was dancing with a shorter woman… her friend maybe? She was wearing this dress that ended just above her knees that had a zipper down the front. Her dress was tight around her tits, which were in all honesty, the most delicious set I’d ever had the pleasure viewing. Her waist was small compared to her ass, which she swayed and shimmied like she had not a care as to who was watching.
Dan and I had been on the dance floor, just kind of vibing to the music, getting lost in the haze of smoke enveloping the entire room. Then I caught a look at her dancing and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I enjoyed watching her flip her hair around and sway her body against the other shorter woman. Then they started making out. Okay, maybe not her friend. Escort bayan Ankara I saw her say something to the other girl and watched her leave the dancefloor alone. Damn.
I looked to Dan, who had been dancing along to the music next to me.
“She was fucking hot!” I said to my friend.
“Who?” He had been too focused on the music. Idiot.
“She just left. She was dancing with that other chick,” I nodded my head towards her friend towards the back of the room. She had started dancing with another girl.
“Who cares? There’s heaps of other girls here so help me, man.”
I laughed. “Okay man.”
I tried to put her out of my head.
*****
Dan decided he wanted another drink. But I was still good. I was enjoying dancing along to the music, and to be honest, I hoped the girl from before would come back so I could bump into her somehow.
Dan seemed to be taking ages at the bar so I turned around to see where he was, when I saw her back on the dance floor. This time she was by herself. She was dancing as she was before, flipping her hair and throwing her hands up to sway her hips to the music. She didn’t care who was watching and she was stunning. She had me transfixed, and she was just two feet to my right.
“I’m back!” Dan yelled, looking to me.
I glanced and was about to say something when someone stood on my toe.
I looked to chew the offender out, when I felt a cool hand squeezing mine and big eyes flashing up to mine.
“Apologies.”
It was her. The girl in the dark zipper dress. I could barely hear her, but she had a smile on her face. My annoyance at having my foot trod on evaporated. What my luck!
“It’s okay,” I smiled.
She smiled back and started pulling away. I grabbed her hand back and started shimmying in front of her. I smiled and gave her a wink. Her eyes lit up as she laughed.
We danced together. She moved in front of me and I could not get enough of her sexy body. She was a little shorter than me. She would move back and put on a little shoe for me, swaying her big ass to me and turning around before sauntering back to me to dance close again. I reached down to touch her waist as she pulled me close to her and rubbed the front of her body against mine, her soft beasts squished between us.
I sucked in a breath before I leaned down and said, “I’m Big Greg.”
She pulled back slightly and the strobing light illuminated her features. My eyes darted to her lips as they curved into a small smirk, lighting up her delightful face with mischief. For a moment I cringed internally at what I said. The way she looked at me made me feel like a kid again. Why did I say that. I thought I was being cool but it backfired. Fuck.
Before she could say anything, I asked, “Have you met my friend, Dan?” and spun her around, taking my hand to her waist and pulling her close to me. Her body was warm against mine, and I could feel my cock stir.
I looked at Dan and smiled. Her sexy ass was swaying against me and I bent down to her neck and inhaled, her hair sliding against my face. It was difficult to pinpoint her scent with the overwhelming smell of booze and smoke, but I detected a sweet fragrance. My hands tightened at her waist and I turned her back to face me. I tilted her chin up to me and smiled. She smiled back, her thick dark lips teasing.
She took my hand and lifted her arm and took a little spin for me. She stumbled slightly to someone off to the right. She moved closer to the person she bumped into, reaching her hand out to… apologise? Or did she know the guy? As she spoke to the other guy, her hand touching his upper arm, I was concerned that someone else would fill the space between Dan and I. That’s how I ended up dancing with her! I didn’t want her to start dancing with someone else! She intrigued me from the moment I saw her on the dance floor with her friend, her thick ass swaying seductively and her glorious mane flicking back and forth around her shoulders.
Dan, I think felt left out that he still hadn’t been properly introduced yet, and upon seeing her approach the other man, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. She seemed to fly into his arms and her hands gripped his shoulders as she laughed slightly. Unfazed Bayan escort Ankara by Dan’s rough handling, she began moving her hips to the music again.
I saw her head throw back as she smiled at Dan, all the while shaking that delightful juicy ass to the music. My hands itched to touch her again and my cock stirred when she turned to face me, making eye contact while she danced with Dan. I remained close, moving to the music.
She flipped her big dark hair over her left shoulder to turn her face to the right while she swayed against Dan, her eyes closed and her chin tilted up slightly. Dan and Vicky were almost the same height so it was easy for him to whisper in her ear. She seemed completely entranced by the music, her entire body swaying with abandon and an air of confidence I’ve never seen any other girl exhibit. How much had she had to drink?
Her eyes flicked to look at me, and, as if sick of Dan, she took one step towards me and reached upwards to hook her fingers together behind my neck. There was just a bit of space between us and my gaze drew downwards. I was entranced by her lips, her neck, the sweet little heart I saw glinting from a long chain and that rested near the top of her ample cleavage. And what a sight that was. Her dress was cut low, her breasts were pushed together to create a perfect cleft that nestled that little heart. The zipper ran from between her breasts all the way down to past her waist. As she danced, her breasts jiggled and I had an overwhelming urge to grab them and shove my face right between those soft big mounds, squeezing and shaking them to make them bounce around my face. Fuuuckk.
When she spoke next I was snapped out of that delightful fantasy.
She had slid her hand up and knotted her fingers into my hair while moving her other hand to land lightly on my right shoulder. She pulled my face down to her level, her lips close to my ear. With her neck so close and her hair curtained around my face, I got a whiff of… honey and spice? Hmm… she smelled so good.
“So, ‘Big Greg.’ Is that the name your mother gave you?” she asked before pulling back slightly to look in my eyes, still smiling.
Shit. Again I ask myself, Why the fuck did I say that?
“Ah-” I started, trying to figure out how to respond.
Her lips were close to my ear again.
“I will not be calling you that… Gregory.”
It wasn’t a question. She got my name right. I suppose there aren’t many other names with the nickname ‘Greg.’ I don’t particularly like people calling me by my full name, but at that moment, she could have called me literally anything she wanted and I would have come running.
“Dance with me for 5 more minutes, Gregory” she said, a teasing note to her voice as she said my name. Her right hand held lightly to my shoulder while her other hand trailed down my arm before interlacing our fingers and reaching our hands up slightly to observe them together.
I didn’t want just 5 minutes.
“I don’t even know your name,” I said.
There was enough light for me to see her eyes flick quickly to look into mine. She stilled slightly before she moved her hands again to snake around my neck, her fingers interlocking delicately at the nape. My hands were at her waist and I slowed my movements to match her slower pace as she considered me, deciding whether or not I should be lucky enough to be blessed with this goddess’ name. My eyes darted downwards as a small smile came to her lips. Her soft, delicate hand moved to caress the side of my face lightly before she cupped the back of my head again, my hair between her fingers in a firm grip. Her tongue snaked out quickly to wet her lips before the left side of her bottom lip was sucked softy between her teeth. This resulted in the cutest flirty smile I’ve ever seen. My groan was carried away by the pulsing music and cheering crowd. Did she hear that? Could she feel my cock hardening against her?
She slowly pulled my face down to hers to kiss me and I closed my eyes, ready for her sweet touch. Her nose touched mine and I could feel her mouth near mine. She sucked in a breath and instead of her lips against mine, her hands pulled my head down further as I felt her cheek brush close to the side of my face again.
She held me there and said, “You may call me… Vicky.”
Her voice was husky and dripping with… lust? Or perhaps that was my own. But the way she said those five words took my breath and my mouth opened slightly. I pulled back to look at her and smiled as I looked down to her eyes through the smoky darkness on the dance floor.
“Hey Vicky.”