Dance

"Yeah, sure, why the hell not."

"Yay! Come on," she exclaims, grabbing your forearm with both hands and dragging you to an open spot at the middle of the floor. Not too many people were dancing, making it a little embarrassing, but you didn't mind too much. After all, you were dancing with one of the most popular girls from high school.

You pull Stacy in tight, taking charge a little for the first time. Placing your hands around her waist, she puts hers around your neck, and the two of you begin to sway. Stacy's waist is so skinny and her hips so wide that your hands could basically rest where they are with no effort. You look into Stacy's perfectly blue eyes. There's not a single imperfection on her face, you can't believe it. You feel the temptation overwhelming you, and try to think about Cara.

Then, Stacy leans in and whispers in your ear, "I want to fuck, Aaron."

All self-control goes out the window. "Okay," you say immediately. "Let's go."

Stacy smiles at you, knowing she accomplished what she came here to do. She leads you out back up to the elevator.

99% of your mind is on what you're currently doing, but way in the back of the hallway you saw two people making out. You can't exactly tell who, but what's confusing is why they're doing so in a dark corner. There's people flirting and making out all over the bar. Just as quickly as you saw them they're out of view, and your mind returns to the task at hand.

You both walk into the elevator, and Stacy turns to you, takes your face in her hands, and gently and seductively touches her lips to yours. It wasn't like Cara's kisses. It was colder in a way, but no less sexy if not more so.

As the elevator approached her floor, Stacy smugly said, "Guess you forgot about Cara real quick, hmm?"