You call it dancing

Your only consolation is that a lot of the guys on the dance floor don't look like they have a clue what they're doing. They're kind of jerking around... like you are... while their dates are doing sensual and graceful flow around them. You'd conclude that guys just can't dance except a few guys clearly can... and they put the rest of you to shame.

Oh, well. At least Lupe doesn't seem like she's looking for another partner. She grinds her ass against your crotch, runs her fingers through her hair, and looks cute as hell.

After a couple of minutes, Angelica joins the two of you.

You're temporarily concerned that the two girls will dance together leaving you abandoned in the middle of the dance floor but it doesn't work out that way. Instead, the two use you as a sort of stripper pole, draping themselves over you to show off their long legs.

You're definitely not complaining {if fitness > 0}but you are grateful you've been working out as you're not sure you could do this much holding them up if you hadn't{endif}.

After an hour and a half, Angelica gives you a kiss on the cheek and announces she has school tomorrow and needs to get home.

You look at Lupe whose eyes are suddenly downcast. "Me too," she says.

"No problem. I'll walk the two of you home."

Although it was a warm day, it's cooled off, which feels good against your skin heated by your approximation to dancing, and by the heat rising from the crowd on the packed dance floor. Considering what they're wearing, it doesn't look like Lupe and Angelica feel the same so you wrap an arm around each of their shoulders and pull them close.

"Is this okay?" Angelica asks Lupe, who nods her approval.

Angelica's house is only a couple of blocks from the bar and you drop her off there after she and Lupe spend a couple of minutes outside gushing about their evening. Angelica looks at you with her big brown eyes and you wonder if you're supposed to do something... but figure that you're on a date with Lupe and you stepped on enough toes while you were on the dance floor.

"She likes you," Lupe says as you continue toward her house.

"She seems nice."

"Maybe you should ask her out."

"Uh, is this a polite way of saying you don't want to see me any more?"

Lupe laughs. "No, silly. I like you. But if you don't date other girls my parents will start planning my wedding and I'm not ready for that."

"Ah."

"I can't stay out late," she says. "But if you want, we can make out for a few minutes in the park."