Strange feelings

Sarah did a buttery nipple shot. After she brought her head back down, a tall, muscle-bound guy walked towards the table. He wore tight jeans and a tight blue polo shirt. As he grew near, Sarah's gaze fell to his crotch. "Wonder how big his dick is," she thought. Sarah could not believe it. The guy came near then veered and walked next to the table and on his way. She tuned and watched his butt for a few seconds before shaking her head. She was heterosexual. She had dabbled with girl on girl before, hoping she would turn full on lesbian, but in her heart she knew she was hetero; she had just suppressed her sexual attraction to men.

Sarah's friends talked and chatted on. Sarah glanced to the dance floor and saw a woman grinding up behind her male dance partner. They turned so he was facing Sarah's direction. Again, her gaze fell to the man's crotch. "What's he packing?" she thought.

Sarah grew warm. She the bottle of light beer in front of her, took a drink, then ran the cold bottle across her forehead.

"You OK?" asked her friend Evana above the music.

"Yeah, just...that...the last shot went straight to my head."

A few minutes later, and Sarah grew more flustered and confused. Every time she saw a guy in the club, her eyes drifted to his crotch and she wondered about his dick. To her horror, she was also growing horny, and her breathing grew heavier as well.

Sarah got up and headed for the girl's restroom. Along the way, she found herself staring at the crotch of a man sitting on a bar stool with his legs spread. She was not looking where she was going and ran smack into the muscular man she saw earlier as he exited the bathroom. She stumbled on her heels, and her caught he to stabilize her. She froze. Normally a guy putting his arms around her would cause her to angrily let her go, but she just looked into his face.