Repeated Mistakes

Chloe let the music guide her movements on the darkened dance floor, swaying side to side as she moved her arms and shook her ass. With a graceful glance over her shoulder she saw Gavin, squeezing past a couple of glistening, scantily-clad girls to join her. She watched his eyes as the looked her over, noticing again how tight Heather’s dress clung to her skin. It looked, and felt, tight when she was standing still; dancing in the hot, open backed short party dress only made her ass and tits bulge even more beneath the material and she knew Gavin could see.

She turned to him and placed one arm on his shoulder, her wrist on top as her hand draped down over his shoulder blade, and danced seductively back and forth. Her mouth hung open just a little, panting for breath in the closeness of the heat and the electricity that Gavin’s eyes on her were sending through her body. She stared at him with deliberate, daring eyes, and smiled gently at the bewildered but aroused expression that looked back. It felt just like the first time they fucked, when she needed a cock and crawled into bed with him. When he awoke he had that same face. Desperation, but for what? For her to get off? To plunge his dick as deep as he could inside her? They both knew how that ended then.

But that was then, and this was now, and Gavin wasn’t the inexperienced monogamous man that he was when Chloe choose to sate her yearning pussy with his hard cock. He was single, and Chloe, Hannah and Ashley had seen to him becoming a more seasoned sexual partner. The old Gavin might have continued to stare at Chloe, dumbfounded, but this Gavin quickly decided to see where this might take him. After all, Ashley was off limits, Victoria wanted nothing to do with him and Madison only cared about Brandon. That only left Heather and Chloe, the old crush and the new. The only real question was whether to jeopardise another friendship over sex.

Her body tingled when Gavin reached out and took hold of her hips, gripping her loosely so that his hands followed her ass as it bounced to and fro. The tingle became a pulse that rippled through her whole body and made her skin steam. She saw Gavin’s expression change, just as it had when they’d fucked that first time too. He’d started out unsure but by the end he couldn’t get enough. He was matching her thrust for thrust until he came, until she came, until Victoria walked in and caught them. But there was no one to walk in and catch them anymore because what they were doing wasn’t wrong. It was just too friends…enjoying a dance…and looking at each other like they couldn’t wait to fuck each other’s brains out.

“So, is this what Hannah taught you?” Gavin teased as he pulled her closer, her body pressing into his with a gasp from her lips. “This is hot but…knowing Hannah, I expected…more.”

Chloe chuckled breathlessly as she moved her arm to drape over the back of his neck, her hand now dangling over his other shoulder, as her other hand clung to his arm, his muscles firmer than expected. She licked her lips as her eyes moved up to look at his again, “Honestly, Hannah’s moves require you to be sitting down. This is something I saw a troupe of burlesque dancers do at the Amusement Park yesterday. And even that required a lot more…stripping.”

“I’d like to see that too,” Gavin admitted, but he had to know what his best friend was thinking before he took this any further. “Or at least, I would, if I knew what you were doing right now.”

“Me?” She asked innocently, rolling her body against his. “I’m just dancing. It’s a night club, that’s what people do, isn’t it? You’re the one who said you wanted to just remain friends.”

“That was when I was with Victoria still. Not that I’m settling, don’t think that, but I wanted to work on what I had with her. But now I know it’s a dead end. But I also don’t want to ruin our friendship. Not after what happened with you and Zack,” Gavin explained, looking down at her wet lips and fighting the urge to forget about talking and just kiss them. “Besides, you were also pretty focused on Kurt back then. Which I’m guessing you’re not anymore.”

“More like he’s not focused on me. He wants to chase after Victoria and Jennifer then that’s fine. I’m not going to wait around forever for him like Greyfriars Bobby,” Chloe insisted, feeling his arm move around to the small of her back, a shiver running along her spine as his fingertips made contact with her bare skin. “And you keep worrying about what happened between me and Zack, but you’re forgetting one key element; you are not Zack. Stop trying not to make his mistakes and worry about your own…and the ones you might want to repeat.”

“What’s caused this change of heart?” Gavin inquired, though not arguing. With her body pressed against him and his hand on her back pulling her even tighter against him, it was difficult to counter any proposition that might have them going as far as they had in his bed that morning, or the couch after Never Have I Ever.

“Just something Hannah said,” Chloe replied cryptically, the words ‘some mistakes are worth repeating’ ringing in her mind like they had since that morning. “And before you start getting worried about her, we’re keeping things casual. I think that’s what we should try too. That was part of the problem with Zack I believe. We went from childhood friends to head over heels in love too fast. If we’re gonna do this, we need to take it slower.”

“Ah,” Gavin said, disappointedly, since slower usually meant no sex. “So, you think we should take it off the table then?”

“What? Oh, no. If we’re together we’re gonna fuck,” Chloe laughed again, her eyes glazing slightly as she rubbed herself against him and felt his stiff bulge press against her stomach. “I just mean, no exclusivity, no commitment, no plans for the future, we take the pressure off until we find the balance between friends and lovers.”

“So, friends with benefits?” Gavin mused. He was aware of the concept, but it would be a new experience for him. Everything so far had either been intended to be one-offs or serious relationships. He liked the idea of less pressure. If it developed into something more, great, if not, still good.

“Exactly, friends with benefits and an option to extend the contract if the relationship proves stable and profitable to both sides,” she teased, and bit her lip. “How would you like to sign?”

“With a kiss,” he said, leaning in and taking her lips on his. He felt her smile into his mouth, and then parting as their kiss grew deeper and all pretence of dancing faded. Their lips smacked, dulled by the beating music all around, as their tongues twirled and tasted the other. It brought back good memories for both, remembering how hot their past experiences had been together, the reminder sending a surge of pleasure pulsing out from between Chloe’s legs, and making Gavin’s bulge twitch beneath his jeans.

She moaned into his mouth as his arms gripped her tighter. One hand remained on the small of her back, pressing her into his torso, while the other hand went lower, squeezing her thick buttocks through the dress. He could just feel the tiny string of the thong that wrapped around her hips and covered her pussy. It was a struggle not to just start ripping her clothes off there and then, and with the way Chloe’s body confidence had surged in recent days, he wasn’t even sure if she would protest. But doing so would definitely get them kicked out.

Instead, he chose to be more discrete, bringing the hand that was resting on her back around to her front and dipped it between her legs. The dress was so short that he barely had to reach up under it to find his fingers pressing against the gusset of the thong. A sharp intake of air that made Chloe break their kiss told Gavin that he was touching the right spot. Though the saturated gusset of her panties was also a rather good sign. He palmed her pussy through the material for a couple of minutes, tracing circles that teased her clit and labia, until she was groaning against his neck, begging for more with a raspy whisper.

With the closeness of their bodies and the people all around them drunken or more concerned with dancing or their own partners, Gavin was able to artfully pull her panties to the side and slide two fingers between her lower lips without a soul in the night club noticing. Chloe’s body tightened, and she gasped high and long as he made contact. Her response was a series of gasps and groans, thankfully muted by the pumping bass of the night club, as Gavin’s hands continued to play with her, stretching her lips and spreading them, teasing without ever entering.

Her own hand dropped, sliding down along his arm, her fingertips tracing his arm until his wrist disappeared beneath her dress. She turned her hand and pressed her palm against his crotch, stroking his bulge through her jeans with the full length, from finger to heel. Gavin growled into her ear, while she nibbled at the exposed side of his neck, but it had the desired effect. Aroused, Gavin brought the two fingers to her entrance and eased them into her hole. He felt it squish as it separated, her pussy flooded and pouring out her juices over his hand, and dripping from his knuckles.

The angle was too awkward to finger fuck her properly. Instead, he ground his hand against her, using his wrist to move his fingers in and out a little at a time. Molten heat enveloped his digits, like the searing heat of hot oil, but comforting and enticing like a hot water bottle. Her legs shook gently as with each push of his fingers her pre-orgasm buzz intensified. Her hand still pressed against his dick through his pants, but her motor skills failed her and the growing pleasure made her mind go blank. She forgot to even breath and gasped for air as a small bolt of pleasure shot up through her body.

Her orgasm was coming, and she knew it was coming and she wanted it to come even with all these people around her. They might not realise that she was cumming, but even without their knowing, she would know that she’d be cumming with her friend’s two fingers wedged into her hot, wet box. It felt extremely naughty to cum in public, in a crowd of people, the very idea of cumming in such a place encouraging her orgasm to come even faster. It came, barrelling into her like a freight train, almost knocking her off her feet had she not been clinging to Gavin’s body. She half shouted, half moaned into his ear that she was cumming, begged him to make her cum, to let her cum, to let it come and he obliged, rubbing harder, so she came harder, cumming right against his hand, her pussy squeezing his fingers with every pulse of her orgasm as it came in waves. And she came so hard, she squirted.

Her juices flowed out of her, gushing and spraying, dripping from his hand in long, fast drops and painting her thighs in glimmering rivers of her feminine liquids. She convulsed against him, which drew a few eyes though it was clear to anyone looking their way what was happening, and if it wasn’t the pool of her pussy juices at her feet made it completely obvious. He kept rubbing her still, elongating her orgasm for as long as possible, stringing the many pulses and waves together into what felt like one big, overwhelming climax. She buried her face into his neck to keep her screams from drawing the attention of the whole club.

Her twitching walls **** his fingers to slip out of her pussy though it still took several minutes after that for her orgasm to subside and her mind to return. Now that she could think, she peeled herself off Gavin and looked down between her legs. The dress was miraculously unstained but her wet legs and the puddle at her feet made it look like she’d wet herself. If she stayed people were bound to notice. She had to get away, but was she quite done with her newly formed friend with benefits yet?