Dance Dance

You and Gemma did, eventually, get let into the club. Gemma insisted on paying the cover fees, and then she quickly led you past the bar and onto the dance floor. She had your hand in hers and kept grinning over her shoulder at you as if making sure you were OK. The club had a dark dance area flashing with dozens of flickering coloured spotlights. The DJ booth was set up behind the main bar, and there was a stage area that overlooked the main dance floor where couches and bottle service tables were lined up.

The music was loud and you could feel the beat of it in your chest. The place was full, and you only got a few steps onto the dance floor before you and Gemma were pressed close together. You lifted her hand and spun her in place, pulling her close to you. She gasped and smiled with an open mouth, her eyes bright and reflecting the coloured lights as she looked up into your eyes.

“You can dance?” she asked, you only really catching half of the words and inferring the rest from reading her lips.

“I do what I can,” you said.

And then you danced. Gemma wasn’t nearly as scantily clad as many of the other girls and women on the dance floor, and she was clutching her small purse with her, but you still never wanted to take your eyes off of her. She spun and whirled, her grin infectious and her laugh warm whenever she pressed close.

The song changed into a slower, heavier beat and you pulled her to you, and she turned in your hands to press her ass back against your crotch. You ground against each other to the beat, and your hands wandered from her hips to her sides, and higher as she lifted her hands into the air. You kissed her shoulder, and then the nape of her neck, and she lowered her hands behind your head as she rolled her head to the side to give you full access to her bare neck.

You were deep in the crowd and you didn’t care what someone might see. You palmed one of her wonderfully large tits as your cock pressed against her ass through your clothes. She moaned, unheard through the loud music. You brought your lips to her ear and kissed the lobe before whispering. “God, I love you,” to her.

She turned in your grasp again and pulled your face down to hers, kissing you deeply as she rotated her hips against yours.

The song changed again, a little faster, and you kept grinding. Her chest pressed against your abdomen, your hands on her hips as hers rested on your shoulders. It was like you were slow dancing at a grade school dance, except filthy. You kissed often, and your hands started to wander again.

When that song ended, Gemma bit her lip and pulled your head down again, but this time it was to whisper in your ear. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”

You’d never really considered yourself sexy before, but the ego boost made your heart beat faster and you couldn’t help but grin wildly.

The next song was a dance pop beat from a couple of years before, and Gemma’s eyes lit up happily. You went back to dancing more loosely, touching here and there, holding her hand and twirling her. It was the fun kind of dancing that your family had always done at weddings, and Gemma seemed to love you for it as she whirled and laughed.

You were so into the dancing that you were actually confused when one of the bouncers came up and tapped Gemma on the shoulder. You both stopped dancing and she leaned in to listen to whatever he was saying to her. She recoiled a bit and gave him a look, then said something loudly back to him. He shrugged and walked away.

“What was that?” you asked her, leaning close to be heard.

“That fucking guy wants me to come to VIP,” Gemma said. “I told him I wasn’t interested and to fuck off.”

“That’s my girl,” you smirked.

She rolled her eyes but grinned. “Kiss me,” she said.

You gladly did. Another song change turned the kiss into another slow grind as you made out on the dance floor.

Another song picked the speed up again, and as that one ended Gemma spoke into your ear again. “I’m going to the washroom. Get us drinks?”

“Sure, I’ll meet you over by that wall,” you said.

You watched her leave over towards the busy washrooms, and you thought of the old ‘hate to see her go, but love to watch her walk away’ line. “I’m one lucky fuck,” you laughed to yourself out loud.

You pushed your way to the bar and, once you finally got some service, ordered a pair of beers and then elbowed your way back out of the crowd. You managed to snag a spot beside a waist-high counter mounted to the wall and set the beers down, fetching out your phone. The line for the washrooms seemed long, so you probably had a couple of minutes to wait for Gemma.

Sabrina: How’s it going?

Sabrina had messaged you about an hour before, and you hadn’t realized it.

You: Really good. We left the comedy club and are out dancing. Eric is here tho.

Sabrina: :O You went dancing without me? You DANCE!?

Sabrina: I so want to grind up on you sometime soon. And Gemma. I bet she’s a great dancer.

You smirked and glanced around quickly, then tilted your phone down and took a picture of the bulge you were only partially successful at hiding. You sent her the picture.

Sabrina: Hahaha! You better rail the fuck out of her.

You: That’s the plan. You good?

She started typing something, then stopped. Then you got a picture message - it was Sabrina with a realistic dildo in her mouth all the way to the hilt, her eyes watering as her lips stretched around the rubbery cock. It was a photo she’d never post on her OnlyFans, so you knew it was you and you alone.

Sabrina: Just practicing for DD.

You: I don’t want this night to end, but I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Sabrina sent you a kissing face emoji and a heart.

“Ugh,” Gemma huffed, walking over to you from the direction of the washrooms. She took one of the beers immediately and took a big swig.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. The music here off the dance floor wasn’t as directly loud, so you could at least hear each other without half shouting.

“I just wanted to do something sexy for you,” Gemma said, and palmed some fabric into your hand. “But then this woman came up to me on my way out of the stall and told me I should go to the VIP to meet that Chains guy. That’s the third fucking time!”

Gemma’s panties, the blue ones you had eaten her through earlier, were in your hand. There was a guy hitting on her repeatedly by proxy.

“OK,” you said. “Do you want to get that sexy, bare ass of yours out of here, or tell off this guy and dance some more?”

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