He gets it!

You nodded and pated him on the head with a giggle. Good boy.

Drunk Tristan was always a little slow, so you took him by the hand and lead the way. You were pretty sure that you'd seen them over by the bathrooms.

Tristan jumped up and grabbed your waist again. His hands felt really good and you loved this song, so you started to grind to the music.

It's always been so difficult to get a guy to go dancing, so you took advantage. Before the song ended, you could feel him getting hard. You smiled to yourself, feeling pretty hot and made sure to press your small tits against him.

You were getting so wet. You really wished Tristan would stop distracting you, take you home and fuck you.

"Keep that where it is till we get home, mister." You pressed your lips against his ear. You had to stand on your toes, so you placed one hand "for balance" on his thigh, just below his semi-hard dick.