Her friend with a warning.

My fingers flexing against the satin feeling fabric of Piya’s panties as we are both pulled out of our world inside the song. I pull my hand out from between her legs and watch as she tugs her silver dress back into place.

Turning towards the stranger’s hand to see who it is, I see a woman, much shorter than Piya. Kind of similar in the way her face is shaped, shorter more cropped hair, dressed in an emerald green club dress with large pieces cut out to strategically draw focus. She is grinning ear to ear as she holds up her phone, lit up, with Instagram on.

Piya’s gorgeous face, spot lit by her friend’s phone, she blushes and breaks out into laughter as she sees the picture. It is the two of us dancing, dozens of likes are already pouring in as I have to admit it’s a great photo. Framed and focused perfectly on us, her in the foreground her arms reach back over her head and gripping onto my neck. One of my hands is rolling across her rib cage, just under her breasts. My other hand is pushed up between her legs. The look on her face is one of absolute bliss and my face is buried into her shoulder.

The flash of the camera sets off on her dress. As Piya shows me the picture I turn to look into her eyes, looking for some hint as to what she is up to.

Her friend yells out over the music, “you two are so fucking hot!”

Piya nods, now focused intently on the Instagram post, seeing notifications, reading comments, tagging herself in it. She squeals and jumps up and down as she gives her friend her phone back. Leaning into her friend yelling, “he saw it! Look at him freak out!”

Looking to her friend for a clue as to what’s going on, her friend laughs and shows me the comments.

“Piyasguy: what the fuck are you doing.?”

“Piyasguy: where the fuck are you?”

“Piyasguy: who the hell is he?”

“Piyasguy: real mature Piya!”

All in a row, all within the past three minutes.

I turn to Piya and say, the music dying down between sets “your boyfriend’s screen name is Piyasguy? That really lame.”

Piya now hold her phone as it vibrates and buzzes like crazy playfully slaps me on my chest. “Oh, you think you’re better?” Smiling so fully at me I know she’s gotten exactly what she was going for. “You can tell him if you want, I’m sure he’ll be here shortly knowing his jealous ass.”

“Yes, I know I am.” I say as I step into her space and tilt her head back, kissing her deeply. Our built up sexual attraction exploding into a wild and urgent kiss, she begins kissing me back immediately as her hands grip to my sides. Our tongues pressing and rolling against each other.

I break the kiss and before she can say anything I bring one finger up to her lips, the scent of her wet pussy still fresh on the pad of my finger.

“Shhhhh Piya, we can wait for your asshole boyfriend to get here or we can get out of here right now, you and I, and I can finally make you cum like I’ve been thinking about all night.”

Piya looks at me, looks at her friends who are all now watching intently and smiles the smile of hers she gets when she has an idea.