Let's dance

I hit the dance floor, moving my body to the rhythm and enjoying the vibes of the party, eager to get moving and my blood pumping. The songs are particularly exciting and motivating, as my dancing gets passionate and electric.

What fun times!

Off the corner of my eye, I notice a student I have rarely seen before eyeing me up in obvious admiration.

Moving my body to the rhythm and enjoying the music, I notice the stranger approaching me in steady steps, eager to be moving his body alongside mine.

Hooking his hand across my midriff, he begins to grind his crotch against me, wanting to push my buttons and get me going. His forceful approach is very interesting to me, an eager motion that tells me all he cares for. Although odd and extremely forward, there is no denying that there was an appeal to the whole thing, regardless of how naughty that was.

It was at that moment that my date, Eric, interjected and made himself known.

"Hey $name is everything okay?" He asked me, eyeing the stranger being familiar with my body.

Talking to me in my ear, the stranger asked a question of his own:
"Is this guy bothering you?"
"Bothering her? I am her date you fuckwad." Came Eric's aggressive answer.
"Is that so? She's dancing with me, so how about you kick it, puss?"