Have a dance with Carrie.

"Sure I'd love to dance," you say. She takes you by the hand and leads you to wear everyone is dancing. "Just to warn you. I can't really dance, so if it looks like I'm having a spasm, don't call 911. That's actually how I dance," you say giving your best smile.
"Don't worry," she says with a little whispery laugh. "The dancing here isn't that hard. All you have to do is grind to beat."

A song sung by Shakira starts up. "Ohhh, that's my song. Come on," she says. She starts dancing next to you and shaking her hips. You follow her movements with your arms and legs as best you can. She has a sweet smile when she looks at you. Her eyes seem to shine. She turns around and starts rubbing her ass against your crotch. You don't know if she trying to get you hard or not. The way people are dancing, it's difficult to tell. You dance with her, matching her movements. You're trying to control your rising erection. You don't want to poke her while your dancing. Then again, how can you not. Her ass is grinding against your cock as she moves to the music. You decide to take a risk. You reach around to rub her stomach. She moves your hand nearer to her breasts. You squeeze her soft flesh with your hand. She seem to be taken back by the music and continues on regardless.

"So what school you from?" You say.
"Hill street. Down by the pier. I tend to hang near there and skate with my buddies," she says. "It's a lovely place."
The song ends and the pair of you are sweating. It has made her shirt damp with perspiration and you can see her nipples outlined. In your head you thank the man who turn the temperature up.
"Hey, you want to dance again or if you'd rather I'd love to show you where I skate. It has a great view of the water there and there are lots of awesome things to grind off. Plus it's nice and quite at night," she says.