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    I put on a tight red dress and combed my hair out, leaving before I had a chance to change my mind.
     

 
    4
    I was in the club, Long Island Iced Tea in my hand, before the clock struck twelve. Wes was no good for me- I was drinking more with him back in my life. I slammed it down and ordered another before heading out to the dance floor.
    I hovered around the perimeter of the floor, eventually stopping by a wall. As I downed the rest of my drink, my hips swayed to the thumping reggae blasting from the speakers above.
    A man asked me to dance, so I followed him to the middle of the crowd. The next song started and I wasn’t sure if I should’ve stayed with my dancing buddy, or go out to find Wes. It shouldn’t have been hard; he was probably the only white person in the crowd.
    I decided against it. After all, I just came to the club to dance. I was doing just that, so I didn’t need to go out of my way to find him.
    But he found me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the massive huddle of swinging bodies, back to the wall. Without speaking, he turned me around so my ass was against him. I gyrated to the beat pumping through the speakers, leaning my body against him as we swirled to the music.
    He wrapped his hands around me as I pressed into him, his erection poking me in the behind. Even though it was late, the crowd continued to thicken, and eventually, we were mostly hidden from view. I turned around to face him at the start of the next song, our skin flushed with sweat from the room’s dense body heat.
    He lifted the front of my dress, my heating pussy one layer closer to his hard-on.
    It’s okay. We’re just dancing.
    He reached around and cupped my ass as we rocked our bodies in unison, my breathlessness becoming less about the dancing itself and more about the feeling of his body on mine. He briefly removed one of his hands from my butt. I could feel him re-adjusting his jeans. When his hand smoothed back over my ass, he smashed us closer together. I gasped as I felt his rock hard erection roaming freely against between my thighs.
    I viewed the people swarmed around us. They were all too drunk to notice what was going on next to them, too wrapped up in the music to pay attention. Or maybe they were up to their own versions of no good. I shot my wide-eyed expression to Wes, who had one side of his lips curled up.
    We continued moving, his dick scorching over my moistening panties.
    It’s okay. We’re just dancing.
    Our movements slowed as we focused more on the throbbing between our legs and less on the throbbing of the music. I closed my legs tight around his member and rolled my hips back and forth from his body, pumping him with my thighs.
    He gripped one of my legs and propped it on his hip. No one batted an eye at the move as many of the women dancing had their legs stretched in various positions. They also didn’t bat an eye as his finger moved down my ass and slid my panties to the side. He jutted his tip in and out of my warm hole, my skin flushing as we stared into each other’s eyes.
    I tilted my pelvis into him, but he refused to give me more. He kept his eyes on me as I squirmed.
    I leaned over and spoke in his ear, just loudly enough for him to hear me over the music.
    “If you’re going to give me your dick, then do it.”
    I didn’t want a repeat of his teasing at the wedding.
    “Yes, ma’am,” he mouthed before plunging inside of me.
    It’s okay. We’re just fucking.
    My head flung back as I cried out, and I noticed a man next to us watching. He knew what we were doing.
    Instead of stopping, I simply smiled at him when our eyes met and gave him a quick wink.
    He made no attempt to hide his gawking, and I didn’t care. Wes dropped my leg and turned me around. I bent at the waist and took him even deeper. I started grinding on his lap, appearing no more out of place than the other women who were bent over dancing except, we were definitely off beat.
    I closed my eyes