"You... wanna look for them?"

You asked, not thrilled with the idea.

"Mhm," she nodded and patted you on the head before jumping up heading across the floor.

You followed behind and grabbed her hand in the middle of the crowd. She turned around smiling and swaying her hips. She was couple of steps ahead but you closed the gap and began grinding together. You were a white kid from the suburbs and had never been much good at dancing, but Isabel didn't care. She loved you and she loved to dance. Most of the time you just watched her and Rory.

Isabel's legs her clamped around your thigh. You could smell her sweat and feel her nipples pressed against your chest. With her breath on your neck, you felt yourself getting hard in your tight skinny jeans. You kissed her again, harder this time. Your tongues twisted together and and she moaned in your mouth.

You made out and rubbed against each other until the song playing faded into the next on. She stepped back and wiped the spit from the bottom of her lip.

With a smirk she put her hand on you hard cock and whispered in your ear,

"Keep that where it is till we get home, mister." She licked your ear lobe with the tip of her tongue. Your mind went mostly blank. She had to grab your arm again and drag you.

This really wasn't an issue because you got to admire her ass.