Mark finds something else to do

Walking back in the direction of the the East Hall, Mark noticed that there were plenty of other Westmere students that were still hanging around from after the game.

“Wankers,” he muttered to himself as he walked past a group of them that were chanting on our school grounds.

Mark made his way to the south wing where there was another party taking place. Tonight was a bit different, usually the place would be buzzing but after the heartbreaking football loss, many students didn’t have much to celebrate. A lot of people were even having a quite one in to avoid Westmere students or were out, just with a lot less energy than usual.

Before he entered the dance floor, Mark noticed a fair few students from both schools around the back of the South Wing. He planned on ignoring them and just walking past until he saw that Tiffany was in the middle of the group.

As he approached closer, he could tell she was arguing with someone. The closer he got, he realised who it was.

Tamika. The cute brown hair girl from Westmere that he ran into earlier at the football.

They looked to be in a pretty heated argument. Around them were 5 to 6 students from each school. Mark joined the pack to listen in.

“I don’t care where you’re from, we don’t go around your campus trashing your property so don’t do it to ours,” Tiffany was yelling.

“Yeah you’ve said that ten times already, nobody cares.”

It was quite intense. Tamika and her female Westmere friends must have been drinking on campus and have trashed a few things on campus.

Mark watched on as the argument constantly continued to shift. Eventually Tamika had somehow changed the conversation into how she was a way better dancer than Tiffany.

“I bet you wouldn’t even know how to grind on a guy, your lanky body wouldn’t know what to do.”

“I think you’d find that guys would much rather my ass be rubbing against them then whatever you can offer,” she hit back at her.

“Why don’t you put that to the test then,” said a blonde girl from Westmere who put her arm on Tamika’s shoulder.

The blonde had on a very short checkered skirt and a long white sleeve college shirt.

“Fine, there’s a dance floor inside,” replied Tiffany, “Ethan here can judge.”

“Ummm no way, that would be such an unfair advantage for you, he won’t be honest. Tamika wouldn’t stand a chance,” the blonde said.

Suddenly Tamika noticed him in the crowd.

“Him,” she said, pointing at Mark, everyone turned to look at him, Tiffany smiled, she figured that Mark as a friend would definitley give her the win.

“I’ll allow him to judge.”

“Fine by me, let’s hit the dance floor.”

Mark wasn’t 100% sure why she was so confident about having him as the judge. Maybe it was the fact that she could tell that Mark was attracted to her when they met at the game, Little did she know that Mark had been crushing on Tiffany since the moment he arrived on campus.

“Glad you made an appearance at the right time,” Tiffany whispered to him smiling as the whole group made their way into the dance floor.

Tiffany was dressed in in a tight black dress that pushed her big booty out. He wondered how she was out in that, it would be doing nothing to keep her warm.

Once inside the south wing, they made their way to the set up dance floor. If the Bulldogs hadn’t have won today, this place would have been packed wall to wall. Instead, there weren’t many dancing, just a few people here and there and a small crowd around the bar.

Once inside, he felt two soft hands on his shoulders, behind him stood the blonde from Westmere, Tamika’s close friend.

“Judge Tamika as the winner and we’ll make it worth your while,”

The blonde’s words were pretty clear. Mark suddenly felt a lot of pressure, he looked over at Tamika, now on the edge of dance floor, she gave him a smirk.

Yep, she was certainly in on what her blonde friend had just told him.

Mark joined both Tamika and Tiffany on the dance floor. On appearance, Tiffany took some early points. Her sexy little black dress was doing more for Mark than the white short shorts and light blue tube top of Tamika.

“So how are we gonna do this?” he asked.

“One song each. We get one song to impress you, anyway we want to,” said Tamika laying out the rules.

Tiffany and Mark both nodded agreeing.

A Rolling Stones classic began to play by the DJ. “My turn first,” said Tamika, pushing Tiffany off the dance floor and beginning to circle Mark.

Start me up by the Rolling Stones was a personal favourite of Mark’s so he was already enjoying where this was going.

Tamika circled him like prey, rubbing a single finger along his body. She had a slightly different look from earlier today, her pigtails were gone and her hair was now completely down. It looked slightly messy, she moved it back with one hand making quite a sexy viewing.

Getting into the music, Tamika began to shift her body against his, pressing her ass against his crotch. She used this position to grind in a circular motion.

Mark couldn’t lie, he was getting seriously turned on. He focused hard on not popping a boner right here in front of everyone.

The Westmere beauty eventually turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in tightly. She moved her face close to him, it was almost like she was about to kiss him.

Instead a whisper, “So Eve told you what we’d do to you tonight if you let me win?”

“Not exactly, maybe you could elaborate?”

She shook her head, rubbing her nose on his, “Let me win and then you can find out for yourself.”

Tamika then moved back to grinding on his body again, constantly playing with her hair.

She had such similarities to Tiffany, that cute but sexy face, their nice booty’s and a killer determination.

By the end of the song, one girl replaced the other. Tiffany was quick to take Mark in, dancing very close to him, not wanting to leave any space between the two.

The next song another classic, 1999 by Prince. Mark remembered having conversations with Tiffany about her favourite music. He recalled her saying how devastated she was when Prince passed.

Now she was grinding on a guy to a Prince classic, just to beat a girl from Westmere.

Mark had been checking her ass out for weeks now. The feeling of it backing up against his crotch was indescribable. He couldn’t help but use his hands to hold her hips as she backed up on him further.

The things he would do to hike up her dress and start banging her right there and then.

Sensing that he was enjoying it, Tiffany didn’t feel the need to try too much else in the duration of the song, she continued grinding on his lap. At times she would be up straight, using a hand behind her to grab hold of the back of his head, forcing the two to be closer.

At the end of the song, she slowly moved off at him, giving him a little smirk and a subtle wink.

He followed her off stage and over to the girls.

“Time to make your decision, who was the better dancer?”

Mark was stumped.

On one side he had Tiffany in that sexy black dress. Her ass had him really going and with everything they’ve gone through so far, he wanted to do right by her friend. Even if nothing would ever eventuate with them, he adored Tiffany and would never want to disappoint her.

On his other side, there stood Tamika with her blonde friend Eve just behind her. They both smirked at him. He barely knew either of them but he sensed a potential threesome coming his way if he picked them. They were also from a completely different college and it was unlikely he would ever really see them again if he picked Tiffany.

He didn’t know what to do, play the long game with Tiffany or let his dick make the decision and pick the two sluts from Westmere.