I knew from the moment she dragged me out it would be a night to remember. Mandy never did things by half.
Mandy and I were friends, and that was odd. We were opposites, with me being bookish and introspective and her being vibrant and outgoing.
Everytime she took me out, she urged me to indulge.
Mandy was convinced there was something out there to flip a switch in me. Something that would turn on my soul and make me embrace the woman inside of me she knew was there.
This club is intense and physical. The man dancing with me is close and aggressive. I want him, for the first time I want someone. But I know she has a trick up her sleeve. I know there has to be more.
When the foam descends and our clothing melts away I realize her true plan. I’m stuck here in the middle with him, and there isn’t anything between us.
Do I have the courage to be the woman she knows I can be?
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And just as I was about to pull away and take a step back I felt him shifting on me. Still holding me but moving he released one hand from my bare skin and it found my chin. He turned his gaze back to him and his steely eyes held me, and he moved forward into me and I found myself entranced and moved back to him, parting my lips slightly as I closed my eyes and we kissed.
My body responded to him, my lips letting past a slight moan that betrayed my true desires as he pressed his lips into me with a passion that I didn’t think I could match. This strange and powerful stranger wanted me, and I knew that my suspicions were true.
It was me that brought him down from his high tower. Me and me alone that had sparked his interest.
Were it not for me he would have remained up there watching as the foam descended, above and apart from the rabble as we spurred onwards into whatever happened next.
But he couldn’t help himself when it came to me. He needed me with a hunger that he possibly didn’t even understand and that frustrated him. Without words spoken I knew I was a puzzle to him, and that he hadn’t felt this way in a very long time.
Because he attacked my lips with a hunger, and once he knew he had my attention and interest he let his hand release my chin and resume its place on my body.
Not on the small of my back but on the back of my neck against, then down to travel over my shoulders and onto my back proper, to slip between my shoulder blade and pull our two bodies together.
I felt him on me, the foam parting and a feeling like we were skin to skin. I could feel my hard nipples pressing into his bare chest, could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach and I leaned into that feeling because it felt so right and so very intense.
Skin to skin, this was what I needed. My mind surely making that a reality as I wrapped my arms up around the back of his head and pulled him down into me. He didn’t need the encouragement but I was spurred on and beyond myself, my tongue slipping into his mouth and tasting the reminders of his drink, something strong and smokey and intense that made me dizzy.
Though in truth it might just have been the feeling of him on me that made me feel so intense. The feeling of his body responding to me, his hard and firm body closing around me as our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined and fought against each other, as the music died down to a dull roar and I heard a chorus of passion just like the one we were experiencing all around us.
I broke for air, breasts heaving as I took in gulps of it while I pressed my forehead against his. I heard a grumble from him, like the sound of a guttural animal suffused with the need to have his prey and consume it.
And all around me the sounds grew louder, they moved in amongst each other and played into my ears and my eyes drifted briefly and I noted three things in this order.
The foam had melted away.
The moans I heard were real and present all around me.
No one was wearing anything.