have given anything to be in that backseat with him again.
“Hey Allie? You ok?” Erin said.
Allie nodded.
“Just a little dizzy.”
Erin patted her shoulder.
“You’re drinking your beer too fast. Just take it easy for a while and let me know when you’re ready for another one,” she said.
Allie shook her head. She wasn’t going to be ready for more. She was going to be ready to go home.
Erin, though, was already flirting with the bartender. He was cute, and looked interested in her. Allie watched her friend. He probably had his own car. Would Erin wind up in the backseat of it with him before the night was over?
Someone was pushing against her. People had been bumping into her since they got there. It was hard to avoid being jostled and bumped with so many people pressed together. This one, though, was different. This one was pushing against her butt.
She pushed back, and something hard wedged between her butt cheeks. She gasped, and her eyes opened wide. Was that what she thought it was?
She was afraid to move, hoping that it was just her imagination. She was freaking out over nothing, she was sure. It was probably a woman’s purse, or a guy with a wallet in his back pocket. No guy would be so bold to push his hard penis into a strange girl’s butt in a dark room, would he?
She pushed back again. Whoever it was behind her pushed back, and se felt it again, the hard ridge that wedged between her butt cheeks. There was no way to mistake it that time. There was a strange man behind her pressing his erect penis against her butt.
Allie panted. Both of her hands were flat on the bar. Her face was flushed, and she had perspiration on her forehead. She felt warm all over. She looked back over her shoulder. All she could see was the vague outline of a tall man. It was too dark to see his face.
He pushed forward against her again. She moaned. A tingle ran up her spine. What was she going to do?
Her pulse was racing. She looked at Erin beside her, whose eyes were locked on the bartender. Couldn’t she tell what was happening right there beside her?
The strange man put his hand on her hip, and she moaned again. It was hard to deny, though, that his hard penis felt good right where it was. Should she let him keep it there? What if he expected more from her?
She leaned over to her roommate.
“Erin? I think the guy behind me wants to ... have sex with me.”
Erin stared at her. “No way.”
“I think so,” Allie said, and nodded.
Erin looked back, but if she could see anything more about the strange guy, she couldn’t tell.
“Go for it,” Erin said, with a big grin.
Allie just stared at her. How did she know she was going to say that?
She was breathing hard. Her fingers clawed at the far edge of the bar. She held her breath. This was the craziest thing she had ever done. What would Mom think if she knew she was trying to entice a complete stranger to have sex with her?
She looked at the beer in the red cup on the bar in front of her, and at her friend Erin, who was engrossed once again in the bartender. She grinned. It was a smug grin. It was time to stop worrying about what Mom would think. It was time to stop behaving the way she thought Mom expected her to behave. It was time to be like Erin, a little wild and out of control.
She pushed her butt back again and wiggled it a little side to side. Both of his hands squeezed her hips and pulled her back. The ridge of his erection pushed deeper into the groove between her butt cheeks. She gasped. That was all it took.
He rocked her back and forth. His hard bulge rubbed along her pussy, where she was warm and wet. She moaned softly, and lowered her head to the bar. His strong hands were squeezing the soft flesh of her hips, holding her up, moving her back and forth. It was a good thing. Her knees felt weak, and she was sure she would fall down if he let go.
He must have known about some place they could go. Maybe there was a bedroom upstairs, or
“Hey Allie? You ok?” Erin said.
Allie nodded.
“Just a little dizzy.”
Erin patted her shoulder.
“You’re drinking your beer too fast. Just take it easy for a while and let me know when you’re ready for another one,” she said.
Allie shook her head. She wasn’t going to be ready for more. She was going to be ready to go home.
Erin, though, was already flirting with the bartender. He was cute, and looked interested in her. Allie watched her friend. He probably had his own car. Would Erin wind up in the backseat of it with him before the night was over?
Someone was pushing against her. People had been bumping into her since they got there. It was hard to avoid being jostled and bumped with so many people pressed together. This one, though, was different. This one was pushing against her butt.
She pushed back, and something hard wedged between her butt cheeks. She gasped, and her eyes opened wide. Was that what she thought it was?
She was afraid to move, hoping that it was just her imagination. She was freaking out over nothing, she was sure. It was probably a woman’s purse, or a guy with a wallet in his back pocket. No guy would be so bold to push his hard penis into a strange girl’s butt in a dark room, would he?
She pushed back again. Whoever it was behind her pushed back, and se felt it again, the hard ridge that wedged between her butt cheeks. There was no way to mistake it that time. There was a strange man behind her pressing his erect penis against her butt.
Allie panted. Both of her hands were flat on the bar. Her face was flushed, and she had perspiration on her forehead. She felt warm all over. She looked back over her shoulder. All she could see was the vague outline of a tall man. It was too dark to see his face.
He pushed forward against her again. She moaned. A tingle ran up her spine. What was she going to do?
Her pulse was racing. She looked at Erin beside her, whose eyes were locked on the bartender. Couldn’t she tell what was happening right there beside her?
The strange man put his hand on her hip, and she moaned again. It was hard to deny, though, that his hard penis felt good right where it was. Should she let him keep it there? What if he expected more from her?
She leaned over to her roommate.
“Erin? I think the guy behind me wants to ... have sex with me.”
Erin stared at her. “No way.”
“I think so,” Allie said, and nodded.
Erin looked back, but if she could see anything more about the strange guy, she couldn’t tell.
“Go for it,” Erin said, with a big grin.
Allie just stared at her. How did she know she was going to say that?
She was breathing hard. Her fingers clawed at the far edge of the bar. She held her breath. This was the craziest thing she had ever done. What would Mom think if she knew she was trying to entice a complete stranger to have sex with her?
She looked at the beer in the red cup on the bar in front of her, and at her friend Erin, who was engrossed once again in the bartender. She grinned. It was a smug grin. It was time to stop worrying about what Mom would think. It was time to stop behaving the way she thought Mom expected her to behave. It was time to be like Erin, a little wild and out of control.
She pushed her butt back again and wiggled it a little side to side. Both of his hands squeezed her hips and pulled her back. The ridge of his erection pushed deeper into the groove between her butt cheeks. She gasped. That was all it took.
He rocked her back and forth. His hard bulge rubbed along her pussy, where she was warm and wet. She moaned softly, and lowered her head to the bar. His strong hands were squeezing the soft flesh of her hips, holding her up, moving her back and forth. It was a good thing. Her knees felt weak, and she was sure she would fall down if he let go.
He must have known about some place they could go. Maybe there was a bedroom upstairs, or
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