SR Day 11 - To the Club

Sun at least takes you to the club in a car where you and her are the only passengers, so you don't have to worry too much. You still keep your legs clamped together and your hands in your lap.

Then you're going in, and it's bright and crowded and packed with people. The fact that lights are flashing and everyone's too drunk to care doesn't make it any less stressful as Sun leads you by the hand without a care in the world. You keep clutching at the hem of your dress, like you can tug it down, but just take a step seems to expose your backside.

You gulp a drink at the bar as your friends gather around, and players from other winning teams too. Having a drink helps a little at least.

Sun is glowing. It's like she's getting off on your discomfort. She keeps squeezing your hand in this super affectionate way, and as soon as you've both finished your first drink, she's dragging you onto the dance floor. It's hard to concentrate on dancing with no underwear on, and hard to concentrate on anything when Sun's getting up close to you. She doesn't twerk, but she does know how to use her body. She wants you to get hard and for it to be visible. Face to face, she kisses you, and you feel her tugging at your dress, pulling it up over your rear. All anyone's getting is a glimpse, but it's still driving you crazy.

"I'm going to need **** for this," you mutter in her ear.

"You can do whatever you want to me at the hotel," she says back.

That's a pretty good bribe. You can at least tease her back a little. You're hard, and you can't hide it, unless you... spin her around and pull her against your body in the middle of the crowd of dancers, pressing your groin up against her ass. Now you just look like you're grinding... and she can feel what she's missing out on. Her legs are soaked.

But this is making your dress ride up, so it cuts both ways...

You dance for a long time, until you're both sweaty.

"We need another drink," Sun says, grabbing your hand. She takes you to a round booth, where several girls from your team are hanging out and doing shots.

You and Sun slide in and join them, and to your surprise, Sun does a couple shots herself. She's... so thin. Those drinks are going to hit her like a truck, but she doesn't care.

She sits close to you, very lovey dovey while Lara tells a smutty story about her and Beth, when they went out and picked up a pair of guys at some pub in London, but Lara's guy had trouble getting it up, and he didn't want her to fuck him, so she had to listen to Beth having sex all night in the next room.

It's a pretty funny story.

Sun's touching your leg. "Want me to get under the table?" she asks in your ear.

Here? In front of the other girls? There's five other girls at this table. She has to be kidding.

"You're kidding," you say.

"You don't want me to?"

You don't have an answer for that. You realize that you don't doubt her at all. She would do it if you asked, in front of these girls. You nervously take a gulp from your drink.

"Let's take it slow," you suggest, blushing.

"OK," she says, squeezing your thigh, then patting you reassuringly. Sun is kinky, but she's civilized. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. At least, not in a bad way. You've already flashed the whole club, and she's clearly getting off on that. What more does she want?

She picks up her glass and laughs at a joke that Sam makes, and at the same time, her hand slides into your dress and grabs your cock, which had JUST been starting to soften. She squeezes and massages it.

You squirm, startled, and Sam looks at you.

"You OK?" she asks.

You drink more and nod as Sun starts stroking you under the table.

"You're so shy now, but you weren't last night," Lara's saying to you. "Are you going to give us another show?"

You shake your head, redfaced as Sun strokes you faster.

"Is that what you want?" Sun asks, looking so casual and normal, even while she's secretly giving you a handjob.

"Don't act like it's not what you want," Lara says drunkenly, and Sun plays along, but gives you a squeeze. You moan, and Max looks at you curiously. You can feel it coming, so you get ready, stiffly holding your position and putting your hand over your mouth, trying to look like you're just paying attention to Sun and Lara's flirty little game.

"Just say it," Sun says to Lara. "You like watching Riley cum. Just ask her. She'll do it for you."

"No, you admit that you like being watched," Lara replies.

You squeeze your thighs together and gasp. The heat between your legs throbs and spills over. Your cock contracts in Sun's hand, and you spray the underside of the table and cover her fingers in semen. You let out a whimper, then make a noise like you're clearing your throat.

Max reaches over and rubs your back worriedly as your hips twitch, and more cum oozes out on Sun's graceful hand.

"I'm not admitting anything," Sun says mildly, letting you go. Gasping, you sit back in the booth to catch your breath. Sun brazenly rings up her dripping hand and uses a napkin to wipe it off. Everyone watches.

OK, so maybe you were wrong about her being civilized. She's... not great with boundaries. You grab your drink and finish it.