Volcano Lounge

I looked at Chelsea who seemed to love the idea. "Yea, sure," I said with a shrug. "Could be fun."

Chris rolled his eyes but relented. The plans were set. We headed to our rooms to change then met in the foyer to call an Uber.

Robert wore a bright orange Ralph Lauren polo shirt. It seemed at least a size too small and clung to his muscular frame like a glove. You could see the fabric bending into his abs if he stood upright. Chris wore a purple polo shirt that I was fairly certain he'd been wearing since college. It was worn thin, and while it had once fit him well, it now hung off his new, larger body in an unflattering way. He didn't care. Liam wore a light blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tanned forearms. His hair was spiked up, each strand pointing out in a different direction. I threw on the one grey polo shirt I brought with a big State logo on the left breast and a pair of cargo shorts.

The girls seemed to take our night out a bit more seriously. Ariel wore a strapless light blue mini-dress with a pink and white floral pattern that hugged her slender figure perfectly. Her long, toned legs extended from the hem. She'd straightened her hair, which fell in a silky, red curtain down her back. Chelsea had chosen a black halter top that tied behind her neck, leaving her back and shoulders completely bare. A pair of tight, white shorts showed off her firm, athletic ass. She left her hair down, the brown waves flowing over her shoulders. Lauren wore a tight, white crop top that barely contained her enhanced breasts. Her midriff was bare, showcasing her flat stomach and a small, silver belly button ring. A short, denim skirt completed the look. And Lisa... Lisa wore a simple, black dress. It was short, but not ridiculously so. The fabric was thin and clung to her curves. The neckline wasn't egregious but it didn't have to be for her large breasts to show off a canyon of cleavage. Her dark hair was curled and bounced with every step.

What proceeded to take place was some of the worst dancing you'll ever see. Robert pumped his fists and kicked his legs to the more upbeat songs and pulled Ariel so tight to him for the slower songs that I'm not sure how she was able to breathe. Chris stood, feet planted and hips thrusting while Lisa grinded her juicy ass into him. I grabbed Chelsea and held on for dear life, letting her take the lead with most of our actions.

Liam was the star of the show. He slid Lauren around the dance floor with a control and flow that captured everyone's attention. The girls practically shoved each other out of the way to get a turn to dance with him. One-by-one, he pulled them in, wrapped his arms around them, spun them, twirled them, dipped them and then reached out for the next.

Eventually more couples and groups joined the dance floor and the whole situation turned into one hot and sweaty mess of a party. With more drinks flowing and more energy expelled, everything began to melt into a blur of bouncing torsos and flailing limbs. The girls were hypnotic - Ariel's long legs stepping to the beat, her red hair whipping, contrasting with the blues and pinks and whites of her dress. Chelsea's ass waving back and forth, stretching the white shorts which glowed in the black lights. Lauren's stomach shimmering, her large tits jiggling and threatening to burst from her top with every bounce. And Lisa jumping around with her hands up, her large breasts bouncing to the beat, her dark hair flying, her brown skin glistening with sweat, her smile lighting up the dim dance floor.

Eventually a few guys from another group got bold and tried to whisk the girls away from us. They followed for a bit, teasing them just enough to think they had a chance before returning to our group. At one point, while Chelsea was dancing with a particularly muscular guy in a tight fitting tank top, a slow song started to play. I went to head back to the bar for another drink but, as I turned I saw a girl get up and step in front of me. She looked to be about the same age as us, maybe a year or two younger.

"Your girlfriend left you alone?" she said with a smirk. I looked over to find Chelsea still dancing with the muscular guy. I shrugged and looked the girl up and down. She was cute. Very cute. She had long, curly, red hair that cascaded over her shoulders. A simple, white sundress hugged her slender figure. Dark brown freckles dotted her cheeks and spread out as she extended her smile. Her breasts were modestly sized, a bit smaller than Chelsea's but they were pushed up in her dress in an alluring way.

"For now," I said. "She'll get tired of that guy soon."

"Well, in the meantime..." the girl said. "Would you like to dance?"