Ready to hit the dance floor?

You lean back in your seat, head swimming in post-orgasmic bliss with **** slowly working its way through your body, giving you both confidence and feeling more relaxed.

You notice the dancefloor slowly filling up with more and more people, you estimate it must be one-third again the size it was before your stunning blowjob. Already you see **** students and even some staff on the multi-coloured tiled flooring who obviously went to alcoholic liquid courage before braving the dancefloor. In the storm of bodies, you see Danny working his moves on a small brunette who glances at him lustfully. He notices you and you raise your glass in acknowledgement of his moves.

As you turn back to the table, you catch everyone's eyes with your own, and smile at them, a glint of mayhem in your eyes as you announce, "I think its time to get dancing."

The girls and Andrew all grin at you, obviously all thinking the same thing.

And like vultures to a carcass, you descend into the masses of bodies on the dancefloor, neon flights flashing to show skin brushing skin, lips glancing necks, hair cascading down girls backs.

Abby backs up against you, her pert and tight ass grinding against your rapidly hardening cock in a sea of bodies, each in their own little world of bliss. You lean down and kiss her neck, her blonde hair pushed out the way, causing her to moan lightly. Your hands roam down her champagne dress, running over her thighs and sending chills up her body at your electric touch.

That changes, though, when you get barrelled into by another "dancing" couple, splitting your up from Abby after several blurred seconds of disjointedness, you finally come to a standstill, chest to chest with another girl. Not your date.