At the Club; Part 3

Of course it was Sabrina that pushed things. You were dancing with her, while Gemma was dancing close with Ollie but in a fun way, when Sabrina put her hands on yours on her hips and pulled them up her torso. At first, you thought she just wanted to feel your hands on her bare skin between her low-riding jeans and the crop top, but your brunette girlfriend never took things slow. It didn’t take long for her to lead your hands up under the hem of her crop top.

Gemma saw it happening, pursing her lips and rolling her eyes a little at you and Sabrina. For your part, Sabrina was rotating her ass and hips back against you so it was kind of hard to formulate a strong argument against what was happening. Soon she had your hands over her tits and she craned her neck back and to the side to ask you for a kiss. Soon you were making out on the dance floor as you felt her up.

Then she bit your lip, harder than just a tease, and when you pulled away she gave you a hungry look.

“Switch!” Gemma declared, pulling Sabrina away by her hands and taking her place. Sabrina almost looked stunned for a moment and then burst out a loud laugh, shook her head and turned to Ollie, taking her hands and dancing with her.

Gemma leaned into you, pulling you close as she wrapped her arms around your neck to pull you down a little so she could speak into your ear. “Little much there for the middle of the dance floor, baby?”

“Probably,” you replied, using your hands on her hips to pull her a little close so she could feel your hard cock pressing against her front through your clothes. “I don’t think I was thinking with the right head.”

“Uurrrgh, you’re supposed to be not tempting me like that,” Gemma growled a little. “God, I want to get my mouth on that right now.”

“Want to head out?” you asked. “Sabrina probably wouldn’t complain.”

Gemma hesitated, then shook her head. “Not yet,” she said. “We’re still having fun. Have you really never fucked Ollie?”

The sharp turn in the conversation surprised you and you pulled back slightly to look at Gemma. “Definitely not,” you said. “Full lesbian, remember?”

“Yeah, I know,” she said. “You guys just have this comfortable vibe. It’s OK we’re dancing with her, right?”

At that moment Sabrina was bent over in front of Ollie, grinding her ass back at the thicker girl as she made a face with her tongue stuck out.

You smirked and gave a little snort at Sabrina’s antics. “As long as it stays just dancing fun,” you said. “I don’t think any of you would betray me like that, but you’re all looking extra hot tonight and ‘one thing led to another’ is a bad reason that gets used too often.”

“Just fun,” Gemma nodded. “She’s fun. Honestly, I’m jealous that you and Sabrina get to be friends with her next year. I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I know,” you said, hoping this wasn’t an alcohol-fueled turn in her emotions. You pulled her into a proper hug and buried your face against the side of her head and took a deep breath, the smell of her shampoo filling your nose. “I’m going to miss you too, love.”

She kissed your exposed neck, and then higher as she pulled you forward a little so she could reach your lips until you were kissing deeply. She was clinging to you, neither of you dancing.

Then Gemma was being pulled away lightly, and you both stopped kissing to see it was Sabrina looking at you with a little concerned frown. “Bathroom?” she asked Gemma after she saw a soft sheen of tears starting to build in her eyes. Gemma nodded, and Sabrina took her hand while grabbing yours with her other, giving you a squeeze and a reassuring look before pulling her away.

“What was that about?” Ollie asked.

“I think it was just worrying about the end of the summer,” you said. “She likes you too, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Ollie said with a grin. “You really are a lucky fuck, you know that?”

“I do! God, I do,” you laughed. “Drink?”

Ollie agreed, and the two of you headed off the dance floor and you bought the both of you a beer before looking around for your friends. You spotted the other guys from the beach first, but then you noticed Paul and Edgar talking over at another table. Nodding towards them, you and Ollie headed over.

“What’s up?” you asked as you got closer and saw that the brothers were arguing.

“Nothing,” Edgar said.

“He thinks some chick might hook up with him,” Paul said. “He wants to bring her back to our place, but he’s sleeping on the couch in the basement and wants me and Paul to give up our bed. And that’s definitely not happening.”

“Fuck, talk about being an asshole,” Edgar growled. “What about you, Ollie? Mind taking the couch for a night?”

“Dude, all the power to you to hook up, but there’s no fucking way you’re fucking in my bed,” Ollie said. “What’s wrong with the basement couch?”

“Are you kidding me?” Edgar asked.

“Fair,” Ollie shrugged.

Edgar’s gaze turned to you.

“Don’t even ask, dude. There’s three of us in our room,” you said.

“Gah!” Edgar threw up his hands in frustration.

“What’s wrong with her place?” you asked.

“She doesn’t want to go to her place,” Edgar said. “I think she might be a local and live with her parents or something.”

“Puh-lease tell me you aren’t hooking up with a high school girl with a fake ID right now,” Paul said.

“I-” Edgar started, but hesitated. “No, she talks about going to State. She can’t be in high school.”

“I dunno, dude,” Ollie said. “I might try and get a look at her license or something. Last thing you need is Daddy Dearest coming looking for you.”

“Oh, fuck you guys,” Edgar said. “I’ll just take her down to the beach or something.”

“That actually sounds pretty romantic,” Ollie said. “Just watch out for the sand.”

Edgar shot the three of you a pair of middle fingers as he gave you all a deadpan look and backed away to go find his girl.

“That is trouble waiting to happen,” you said.

“Whatever,” Paul sighed. “He can make his own mistakes.”

“How about you, buddy?” Ollie asked. “Any chica’s looking for a tall, dark Nigerian roast tonight?”

“No,” Paul sighed with a shake of his head.

“Let’s see if we can fix that,” Ollie said. “Come on.”

You didn’t want to ask where Paul would take a girl considering he was sharing a bed with Brent.

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