Dance!

You both slip back into the gym, trying to look as casual as possible. Sarah is walking a little stiffly, clearly still feeling the effects of what you just did to her.

She huffs quietly beside you, adjusting the front of her red dress.

“Jack, you seriously couldn’t wait?” she whispers, sounding a mix of annoyed and flustered. “People could’ve seen us leaving together… and I can still feel your cum leaking out of me. What if someone notices?”

You gently place a hand on her lower back and guide her forward, showing her the full scene inside the gym.

The atmosphere has completely changed since you first arrived. The music is louder, the lights dimmer, and the dance floor is packed. Almost everyone is drunk, really drunk. Girls are laughing too loudly, stumbling in their heels, grinding against each other or the few guys. Several groups are openly making out near the walls. The punch bowls look like they’ve been heavily raided, and the strong smell of **** in the air makes it obvious that Lukas and you friends weren’t the only ones who spiked it. It seems like half the school brought their own bottles.

You spot Lukas, Daniel, and Ben near one of the tables, all three already visibly wasted and cheering on a group of girls dancing on a table.

“See?” you say softly to Sarah, leaning close to her ear. “Everyone’s completely sloshed. Barely anyone even looked at us when we came back in. And even if they did notice something… they won’t remember shit tomorrow morning.”

Sarah bites her lip, still looking a little nervous, but she relaxes slightly as she watches the chaotic scene. A drunk girl nearby trips and falls into her friends, causing a burst of loud laughter.

“You’re such a bad influence,” she mutters, but there’s a small smile tugging at her lips.

You take her hand and gently pull her toward the dance floor.

“Come on. No one’s paying attention to us. Let’s just enjoy the night.”

Sarah hesitates for half a second, then lets you lead her into the crowd. The music is upbeat and loud. You pull her close, your bodies pressing together as you start dancing. Her massive chest brushes against you with every movement, and she eventually wraps her arms around your neck, relaxing into you.

Even though you’re “just cousins” in public, the way she’s pressed against you feels anything but that. Sarah looks up at you with flushed cheeks, a secret sparkle in her eyes that only you can read.

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” she says into your ear, her breath warm. “Otherwise I’d be mad about you dragging me into a bathroom and fucking me right before we dance…”

She gives you a playful squeeze as the two of you keep dancing among the drunk, oblivious crowd.