Going out

As she's leaving school after the second day of Bridge Year, Nat sees a flier stapled to one of the telephone poles at the edge of the school property. Curious, she stops to read it.

BACK TO SCHOOL WEEK @ CLUB PHALLIX the flier screams. The line-art illustration is of a group of girls laughing and dancing together. One of them is topless, and the other three seem to be cheering her on. Come and get your clerb on, the flier continues. To celebrate the start of Bridge Year, head to Club Phallix - the best adult club in town! Dancing! Drinks! Dick! Girls get in free!

She looks over the flier again and again, her pulse quickening. It's the sort of place she's never imagined herself visiting. She's heard of girls going clubbing, of course. All sorts of things happen...and she doesn't want that. Right? Of course not. She's always been...a good girl. {if Sluttery > 50}Relatively.{endif}

But her hand tightens on the strap of her backpack. A part of her wants to go out to a club. To see...what it's all about. If it's as crazy, as freeing as the older girls whisper it is. She wants to know for herself. She wants to see it first-hand.

And isn't Bridge Year all about reinventing yourself?

So that night, she puts on one of her most daring, slinky dresses. The blue one that hugs her curves and ends at the middle of her thigh. She puts on her snazziest sneakers, she leaves her homework undone, and she gets an Uber to Club Phallix. Just to see what it's really like.

It's...entrancing. The music, the dark room with the flashing lights, the pulsing beat that rises in the club and floods her body, her blood and breath and brain until she can barely process what's going on around her anymore. The sea of people - mostly her age or a little older, though there are exceptions - seething around her as she makes her way onto the dance floor after the bouncer checks her ID, checks her choker, checks that she's signed the waiver, and lets her in.

All around her, people pulse and gyrate in time - or close enough - with the music. Girls in their high heels and tight, low-cut dresses cluster in small groups, whether for protection or just sociality Natalie's not sure. Their arms wave above their heads, drink cups clutched in hand, as they sway and roll their bodies to the beat. Sometimes the wiser ones, overcome, turn to one another and press together, tongues twining and breasts rubbing as they make out, hands running down one another's bodies, over bellies and asses, up skirts, squeezing and seeking. Bolder girls - or those wearing red chokers - take to the floor with boys, bumping and grinding against their partners as they make out.

The music feels good, and being out with all these people feels good. Nat feels alive. She raises her arms and starts to sway, losing herself to the music as she dances.

Bodies constantly touch her as she dances down the floor, hands, arms, shoulders, thighs grazing hers, all slicked with sweat. A blonde greenband girl she bumps into suddenly kisses her deeply, pupils dilated, smelling of ****, and Nat moans into her mouth and kisses her back. They dance together for a time, Nat buzzing with the pleasure of the night, of this hot girl's tongue in her mouth, of the girl's hands on Nat's breasts. {if Sluttery > 30}She can feel herself getting wet and hot in her core.{endif}

Suddenly a larger, firmer hand is on her ass, and Nat gasps, breaking her kiss to look around. A tall man, maybe a couple of years older than her, is gently kneading her asscheek, his other hand doing the same to the girl who's been kissing Nat. She feels herself flush {if Sluttery > 30}with desire{endif} as he gropes her, smiling down at them confidently. He's tall, broad-shouldered, lantern-jawed, and his tight t-shirt is doing wonders for his chest. {if Sluttery > 60}Nat's lips part involuntarily.{endif}

"Hey," he calls over the music.

"H-Hey," Nat gasps{if Sluttery>60}, nearly panting between the exertion of the dancing and her sudden desire for this beautiful man{endif}.

Without another word, he pulls the two girls toward him, widening his stance so they can both grind against him and each other, and kisses Nat, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Nat whimpers as she kisses him back fervently, then kisses the blonde girl, then tries desperately to kiss them both at once.

The rest of the night passes in a blur. Nat, the blonde girl, and the chiseled guy end up in a booth, his pants open, the girls making out sloppily as they both stroke his thick, hard cock. {if Virgin=true}When the other girl pushes Nat's head down, she doesn't hesitate, opening her mouth to swallow him up as best she can and bobbing up and down obediently on his length.{else}Nat's quickly soaking, and when the other girl's hands pull her dress up and the man's hands begin running over her labia, a coil of heat begins to build in her. When he grips her waist and pulls her toward him, it seems the most natural thing in the world to straddle him and lower herself - with some difficulty - onto his cock, moaning with pleasure as he fills her up.{endif} Later he tosses the blonde onto the table and fucks her hard while Nat lies back on the seat and strokes herself, panting with lust at the sight. When he's done, he pulls Nat close and cums on her face and the other girl's cunt, howling with the music as he pumps wave after wave of spunk onto them. Nat whimpers with pleasure as he coats her face, sparking tingles of pleasure that radiate down through her tits, her core, her cunt. As he drags her head over to the other girl's crotch, she obediently - no, eagerly - begins to lick up the rest of his gift.

He's gone by the time she's done, vanished back into the crowd. {if Sluttery > 80}Nat, aroused now, prowls the floor for another hour or so, sucking {if Virgin=false}and fucking {endif}a few other good-looking guys, just to make the night memorable.{else}And Nat leaves the club not long after, curiosity {if Sluttery < 60}and lust both sated{else}sated even if she's still dripping wet{endif}.{endif} But the blonde girl, Cynthia, gives Nat her phone number before she leaves the next night Cynthia invites her to a house party. A few people from Nat's school are going, despite it being across town, so Nat decides to check it out. The party is an energetic crowd of Bridge Year students, and though Nat doesn't find Cynthia, she does find herself {if Virgin=true}sucking a couple of guys from her school off in the backyard by the bonfire{else}getting spitroasted by a couple of guys from her school in the backyard by the bonfire{endif}.

The week continues in this vein - every outing offers a new outing, and though Nat doesn't mean to, she has such a good time that she doesn't think twice about the fact that she's spending most of her free time partying (and getting fucked) rather than studying. The good news is that she does meet more and more people, including many who go to her Bridge Year...and the boys, especially, seem to be growing fond of her...