3 comments/ 45586 views/ 6 favorites Another Night Out By: LolaScott Do not copy me - it's not nice! ADULTS ONLY!! If your not an adult, where the hell are your parents? ##Please send any feedback you have to the link below! I love to hear from people so feel free. Based on my life: Names have been changed to protect privacy. Another Night Out: A Threesome I live with two men. It's not as bad as it sounds - okay maybe it is. I grew up in Detroit but about as far from the 8mile that Eminem talks about ask you can get, but I'm not stupid. What does this have to do with living with two men? My roommates are cheaper than a security system and less work than a German Shepherd. This story is about one of them. It was a Thursday night in February. I went to the club with a few of my girlfriends to have a few drinks and dance. Nine shots and two hours later, the four of us are taking a break from dancing and sitting at a table. "Who the hell is that with your roommate Lo?" asked my friend Lisa. I looked over and saw my roommate Jack over by the bar talking to some girls. Jack was looking good as usual. He's pretty much the typical hunk, except that he's not just a beautiful empty vessel. Jack is brilliant, funny, and successful, not to mention kind - and oh yes I almost forgot - incredibly sexy. He is very big at least six five, built with pure rock solid corn fed muscle, with blond hair and dark blue eyes. The friend he was with, whom I'd never seen before, was handsome in a similar big way but with darker hair. "That's gotta be the friend from home he's been talking about," I mumbled as I slammed the last of my drink. Carrie quickly climbed onto her chair and at waved Jack and the stranger, motioning them to come over. "Carrie!" I exclaimed pounding my glass onto the table "Don't call him over here!" "Why?" Carrie said, speaking in her best tone of fake surprise. "Last thing I want to do is hang out with my roommates!" I was irritated with Jack about something that night - I can't remember what it was exactly, though, now. "That's not even my cool roommate!" "Oh, whatever," Carrie said, rolling her eyes "Your too fucked up at this point to have a say in who we hang out with." She handed me her drink. "Here," she said smiling "Sit there look pretty and just be quiet…" She was right; I was drunk. Drunk to the point of really not caring if Jack was hanging out with my girlfriends and I. The whole "fun with just the girls" night idea had been thrown out the window the minute we walked through the doors of the club. There were six fem fatales counting myself that had gone out that night and by this time three had been accosted by their significant others, who'd "just happened" to have chosen this club to party at as well. Hmmm, simple coincidence? I didn't think so either! "Ladies," Jack said pulling up a chair "This is Brandon," he said, pointing to the cute stranger, "My buddy from home - come to visit me all the way from Indiana U..." He smiled and nudged Brandon, "This is Lisa, Lola and the notorious Carrie." Everyone waved and Carrie gave Jack her usual middle finger- the classic Detroit greeting. "Lookin good, ladies!" he said flashing his sexy smile. He stopped and looked me up and down "What the hell are you wearing Lo?" Carrie had talked me into wearing one of her dresses. One of her tight, short, low cut, strapless black dresses. It was not something I would normally wear. I rolled my eyes. "A dress," I said, pulling the black material up higher over my breasts. I added, playfully grabbing his arm, "Don't say a word!" He looked at my hand on his arm then back at me. I quickly pulled my hand away. He stood up "You've been drinkin'?" he asked, looking at me. I smiled slyly up at him putting my hand on his hard torso, "Maybe you should start drinking, Buddy..." He looked really good that night, even better than usual; it could have been the drinks, but I doubt it. He looked at me and bit his lip, then shook his head. "Gotta roll, ladies!" he said, nudging Brandon, "Meeting some people upstairs." I felt a sex charge run through my body as he walked away. I turned and looked at my girlfriends, who were staring at me. "What?" I said, smiling. "Anyway..." Carrie laughed. I don't recall how, but I do know that I eventually ended up back on the dance floor. I love to dance, I love moving my body to music, feeling strangers bodies brushing against mine. It's so arousing, all the grinding pawing and vibrating. Amidst the following hour or two of drinking, mingling, and rubbing against attractive strangers I became even more intoxicated and even more excited. On the dance floor this stranger had grabbed my hips as I was moving to the pounding rhythm of the music. He grabbed me tightly swaying with me pushing his erection into my ass. I didn't care, I liked his anonymous hands on me, and the pressure of his body tightly pressed against me moving to the raging music made my body vibrate with excitement. I felt his hands sliding over my body, the lights and music making his touch electric. I could feel him pulsing his hips into me his lips brushing my shoulder. He spun me around to face him. Surprised by my own compliance I kissed him drunkenly. Our bodies were vibrating together to the music while his tongue explored my mouth and his hands went on a journey over my back and ass. I'm sure I must have been a spectacle, dancing and kissing this bold stranger, but his urges seemed to match my own. When he asked to buy me a drink, I of course agreed and that's where that episode of Lola's erotic drunken adventures abruptly ended. It was Carrie, and in her normal ever-impatient manner, she smacked my cheek hard enough for me to feel it, snapped her fingers in my face, and told me to focus. "Were going now, okay?" she said waving back to a woman with dark hair I'd never seen before. "Go home with Jack," she said slowly, hoping I'd understand. I didn't. "I live with Jack!" I laughed, leaning against the guy who was holding my now paid-for drink, "I live with Ira and Jack!" I laughed hysterically at myself. I dunno - it seemed funny at the time… Carrie looked at me and then at the guy who was holding me up, likely giddily thinking of ways to take advantage of my inebriation. "Oh, for Christ's sake!" Carrie shouted, her hands briefly raised in the air. She grabbed me by the arm and yanked me away from drink-buying guy. She mumbled curses at me as she dragged me up the metal stairs of the club and to the booth where Jack and Brandon were sitting with some women I'd never met. Carrie pushed me into the booth next to Brandon and looked at Jack. "Take her drunk ass home with you!" she said as I landed with a thud on the seat. "You're the one who got her all fucked up in the first place, Carrie!" Jack complained. "Just take her home and don't be a dick!" Carrie snapped, walking away. She stopped and turned around and added, "If you leave her here, I'll kill you!" "I wouldn't do that…" Jack said rolling his eyes. Carries face softened and she smiled, blinking her big brown doe eyes. "I know," she cooed at Jack leaning over the table touching his cheek. "Have a good night!" she said sarcastically to the women sitting at the table - who were now very put out by my presence. I sat there and shifted around in the booth, trying to get comfortable. I'd assumed I was doing this silently - then I looked up and realized everyone was staring at me. Drunk but not socially retarded, I smiled as professionally as I could and said something like, "Hi, I'm Lola." I felt the female hostility coming from across the table. I just smiled and looked at Jack, who was smiling at me, shaking his head. I don't know how long we stayed there talking with the women; I know I didn't say much, but ordered a few more drinks. Jack was making his typical med. student jock moves on these stupid girls and they were totally swooning. The ladies LOVE Jack, it's a known fact; these two simpletons were no exception. I sat there squirming in my seat, every one once in a while I would lose my balance and fall over onto Brandon, who was sitting rigid beside me. After falling into him a few times I finally gave up and propped myself up against him. "Having fun?" he said smiling at me. I saw his eyes travel down to my lap where my already too short dress had slipped up almost obscenely over my thighs. "Yeah. You?" I said, pulling it down. "Lots," he replied winking. He put his arm around me and I rested in the stability of his shoulder. "You smell good," I mumbled, smelling his cologne. "Thanks," he said giving my waist where his hand rested a quick squeeze. I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder, and looked across the table. Jack was watching me. I smiled at him as seductively as I could and winked. He looked even better than usual, he's so hot sometimes it hurts to look at him, and this was one of those nights. The girl next to him shot me a dirty look. As subtly as I could I asked her to stop looking at me like that. Jack says I called her a "Fucking cunt" but that just doesn't sound like me now does it? (You can stop laughing now…) I am not sure what trouble ensued from my ever-so-polite suggestion, but the next thing I knew Jack was pushing me into a cab. We'd all drank too much, but as usual I was drunk bastard of the group. When we are all finally in the cab, I immediately crawl onto Jack, straddling him. I press my inner thighs against his legs, feeling texture of his jeans, I squeezed his thighs rubbing my cheek on his neck. "Jaacckkiiee..!" I whined, playfully, as I began rubbing breasts against his chest. He was laughing, his big hands on my waist as he pushed me back. "Knock it off Lola," he laughed. I was giggling. I lean in and kiss his neck, biting it gently, my hand slip under his shirt and I run my nails down the skin of his stomach gently. I feel his skin twitch on my palms. "I need you to do me a special favor…" "No! Absolutely not!" he said, shaking his head no and laughing. I know he's trying to be good. I know he's thinking he'd be taking advantage of me. He can say no all he wants, but I feel his cock, very hard, rubbing against the fabric of my panties as I playfully grind on his lap. "Please Jack, I neeeed you fuck me!" He shakes his head no again, laughing. Brandon's hand is gently touching my calf as he's watching the spectacle I'm making of myself "Holy shit man, fuck her!" he laughs. His hand moves up my calf to my thigh. Jack slaps it away "She's trashed dude!" he snaps at him. He picks me up and slams me back down on my seat. "Knock it the fuck off, both of you!" he shouts. Now I like being thrown around and Jack tossing me back in my seat just makes me hotter, but his yelling almost hurts my feelings. I'm about to pout but the cab finally comes to a stop. We're home. I recall giddily half falling out of the cab, but one of them caught me. I have no idea how I got up the steps of the house or how we made it up to my room. I wake up in my bed, likely only a few minutes after getting out of the cab, still in my dress but missing my shoes. I sit up quickly, startled by my new surroundings. I throw off the sheet that was over me and stumble out of my room across the hall into Jack's. Jack was changing; he was in his boxers and was pulling off his shirt when I stormed in. Brandon was on the computer, still dressed, and drinking another beer. I stood there in the door way for a moment; Jack looked at me with his shirt over his head but not off and Brandon frozen in some emotion, beer in his hand. I took a step in the door and smiled naughtily. At this point Jack gave in (like he ALWAYS does), grabbed me, and lifted me up, saying something about how I'm the devil. He tosses me down on the bed and kisses me passionately. He kissed me, holding me down with his big body, forcing me like only he can to submit to him. To admit, just by kissing him back, that I have equal passion for him. His tongue violates my mouth confidently while my own searches around his softly. As he kisses me he pulls my dress up over my hips; at the same time my hands are busy pushing and pulling at his boxers trying to get them off. His hands reached my panties and he smiled, pulling them down roughly. He pulled them over my feet and then with a wicked grin he grabbed my thighs, jerking me forward and began to eat my pussy. Something about the way Jack uses his tongue on me drives me insane. I began to cum immediately as he sucked on my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. My hips jerked up pulsing as I came, but his big hand was on my stomach pinning me down. "Jack! Jack! Jack!" I gasped as hard multiple orgasms ripped through me. My first orgasm never seems to count when Jack is fucking me with his tongue. Just as I was coming down from the height of my orgasm, I notice Brandon sitting in the chair eyes wide mouth open looking at us. Our eyes meet momentarily and I smile at him. Just at that moment Jack slid one of his big rough fingers into my pussy and I cried out in pleasure, my eyes clamping shut involuntarily. I opened my eyes again and I saw Brandon rubbing his cock through the thin material of his pants. I can't stop myself from smiling at him, and running my hands over my breasts whimpering softly as Jack continues drive me crazy with his tongue. I look at Brandon rubbing his cock while watching me. He's so cute, so nice and big. I wonder if all big Indiana country boys can fuck like Jack. I want him. I want him to come and join us but I know that these country boys are usually as homophobic as they are big so I'm aware that my hopes of a threesome have no real value. "Hey man…" Brandon said. 'Finally! About fucking time you say something!' I scream in my head. Jack looks up at me from between my legs, arching his eyebrows in question, kissing my labia lovingly. I roll my eyes at him, nodding yes, eagerly; he already knew my answer though. He shakes his head at me and waves Brandon over. He continues to eat my pussy knowing he's almost murdering me with his amazing tongue. I'm still a bit drunk and the room is spinning and now there is another big sexy country boy with his hands all over me. Jack continues to lick me while Brandon strips down to nothing in a matter of seconds. He climbs onto the bed with us, kneeling over me. He pulls my dress down over my breasts leaving it bunched around my waist. I moan as his hands find my breasts. I reach up and grab his hard cock as it sways inches above my face and stroke it roughly. Brandon groans as he leans over taking one of breasts into his mouth, his hot grainy tongue encircling my hard nipple as he sucks. As he leans over me I take his cock between my lips and into my hot, wet mouth, hungrily. "Aahhhgghh!" he groans sitting up, allowing his cock to slide deep into my mouth. I begin to suck him harder, as he strokes my breasts. I'm in heaven with Brandon 's cock in my mouth and his big hands on my chest, but I feel Jack suddenly stop eating me. It was only a second later that I feel his familiar big rough hands pulling my dress down over my hips. Now naked, I feel the head of Jack's giant cock rubbing back and forth over my wet slit. I hear him muttering some sort of X-rated warning. I'm moaning and Brandon is thrusting his cock down my throat when Jack slams himself into me. As all of Jack's cock thrusts into me and hits my cervix I cry out. Brandon's cock leaves my mouth because I'm sure he thinks I'm going to bite him. Jack is on top of me fucking me, my arms and legs wrapped around his back clinging to him tightly. I scream, moaning in pleasure; my nails dig into the skin of his back. Brandon is stroking his cock watching us. Jack kisses hard me as he pounds into me. All I can do is hang on to him, my heels digging into his ass as he rams his cock into me with quick violent thrusts, moaning my name. My eyes well up in ecstasy and tears stream down my face as I cum again. I cry out helplessly, but Jack kisses me again, muting the sound. A few minutes later - which felt like an eternity - Jack finally cums and pulls out of me, kissing me hard. He's still laying on me and we're both watching Brandon stroking his cock. Jack looks at Brandon, then at me "Are you sure?" he says hesitantly. I give him the "are you crazy? Of course I'm sure!" look. He rolls his eyes "Okay man" he says getting off of me Brandon giddily jumps off the bed and on top of me saying how hot I am – bla, bla - while Jack hands him a condom (I don't know this guy… had to be safe!) Jack sits down on the edge of the bed pulling me into his lap. I rested my shoulders against his chest as Brandon positioned himself between my legs and lifted my hips up to him. Jack holds me tightly against him, one arm and hand crushing my breasts and the other just above my navel securing me against him. I feel his cock hard again against my back as Brandon finally pushes his cock into me. "Oooohhhh ddaaammmnnn.." he moans as he slides in. I feel my pussy shivering pleasure on his cock. I whimper biting my lip, pushing my cheek against Jacks big shoulder. Brandon fucks me, slowly, sliding his cock almost entirely out of me, then pushing it back in, slamming his hips into my pubic bone. Jack pulls my hair from my face kissing me as he holds me against him. Brandon continues to fuck me, painfully slow, as if he was savoring every minute. "Ahh… goddamn… you feel so good..." Brandon mutters as he pushes himself into me. I wonder how he can feel anything with that rubber on. Brandon's cock, despite its latex cage is making me crazy! I'm so wet its pathetic; I realize how wet I must be getting as Jack starts to rub his cock around my ass making us both moan, using my own cum juices as his lubricant, while his pal keeps fucking me - still going painfully slow. Jack slowly slides the thick head of his cock around my asshole using greater pressure, forcing me to cry out softly. My pussy spasms around Brandon's cock making him moan again "Ohh God!" he groaned. Brandon leans in and begins kissing me. I kiss him back, our tongues playing gently together. Jack pulls my face away from Brandon and kisses me. I feel the irritated glare Jack is giving to Brandon despite my eyes being shut. I kiss Jack slowly lovingly, then reach over to Brandon pulling his lips to mine kissing him gently, my eyes never leaving Jack. He smiles and kisses my shoulder in a silent truce. I leaned back against Jack letting Brandon ram his cock into me more, using my thighs as leverage. I reach up pulling Jack's face to mine and kiss him softly; I feel him still rubbing his cock around my ass. "You okay?" I whisper softly into his neck. He grabbed my breast, caressing it gently pinching and tugging on my nipple and nodded yes. Then he began pushing his cock around my ass more. I kiss Brandon, one arm around his neck, the other behind me around Jack's and I feel him lift me up again and positioning his cock directly over my asshole - this is it, no more messing around! I gasp in pleasure. Brandon grabs me, lifts me up by my ass to help Jack get his big cock in me, all the while still in me. Jack finally gets the head of his cock in my ass, we both moan loudly. My legs wrap around Brandon's waist so tight I'm sure I am cutting off circulation to his legs, but I still feel his condom-clad cock throbbing deep within me. Jack is no stranger to fucking my ass, so he knows he has to start off by entering me slowly. Brandon leans me back over toward Jack. He holds my hips up, slowly lowering my ass down on to him. I'm silently gasping, biting my lower lip, my face in Brandon's shoulder. Jack lowers me down onto his cock slowly, gently sliding in and out of me. I'm whimpering and Brandon tries not to move in me. I begin to adjust to Jack's cock in my ass and he starts to move it in and out again, slowly moving deeper in me, his cock getting harder with every thrust. Brandon's cock stays motionless, still buried deep in my throbbing pussy. It hurts so bad and feels so good that beads of perspiration form on my back, I can feel my body throbbing and shuddering and I can do nothing to stop it. Finally, Jack slams me down onto him; his cock buried deep in me, my ass resting on his pelvic bone. I can finally scream, and I do, roughly, my nails piercing the skin on Brandon 's arms. Another Night Out "Hey, do you know where the rolls are at?" Cody looked at the smiling girl half-standing half-dancing in front of him. She was pretty attractive - about 5'8", blonde hair that went just past her shoulders, maybe C-cup tits and a very slim figure. Cody didn't see any Xs on her hands, but she still looked pretty young. She had to have been 21 or 22 at the oldest. She had just run up to him on the dance floor and immediately asked her question, which wasn't one Cody was unaccustomed to being asked. While he didn't know where to find what she was looking for he did have what she really wanted; she just didn't know it yet. Cody had gotten into the nightclub scene and electronic music a few months prior after going clubbing with a few friends. He was generally a pretty introverted person who didn't socialize much or really enjoy partying with large groups of people, and at 24 didn't think this was likely to change, but decided on a whim to give clubbing a chance when he was invited. He didn't plan or even have any idea that he would be taking MDMA, commonly referred to as Ecstasy or Molly, that evening, and once everyone started taking pills his friend Bryan pushed one into his hand with a wink and a sly smile. Cody had looked at the gel capsule filled with shimmering white crystalline powder for a long, slow five minutes until Ally, one of the girls they were out with, told him to quit being a little bitch and take it already. He was extremely happy with his decision to take Ally's advice, as less than an hour later he was literally floored by the waves of amazing feelings crashing over him and had a completely amazing night, dancing and socializing with people in ways he had never done before. Cody had learned after that night that his friend Bryan, a 29 year old chemical engineer, was actually the one producing almost all of the really good molly you could find in the city's clubs. As a result of this, Cody had access to what amounted to a nearly limitless supply for pennies each. So when the hot girl standing in front of him had asked if he knew where the rolls were, he couldn't help but smile as he reached into his pocket and clandestinely opened the zip lock baggie with 8 pills in it, got one out and closed the bag with one hand as he took a step closer to the girl in front of him so their bodies were only inches apart. "This isn't a roll," he said to her as he slipped her the pill, loudly enough for her to hear over the blaring music but not loud enough for anyone else to overhear, "but you're going to love it." "What is it?" she asked. "I could give you the full chemical name but I doubt it would mean anything to you," he replied. "But if you take this I guarantee you'll have a blast tonight!" "How much is it?" "Don't worry about it!" he said with a smile. The girl got a big smile on her face before turning and running off into the crowd. Cody never actually sold the extra pills he brought to the club when we went out. There were really two reasons for this. First, he had no desire to be a drug dealer. Second, he was usually rolling whenever anyone asked him for some, which meant he was always quite happy and just wanted other people to be too, so he gave them away freely. Cody went back to dancing and enjoying the music. He turned to his right and saw a cute brunette who was maybe about 5'5" dancing by herself next to him and put his hand on her arm lightly. She looked over at him and they locked eyes, both smiling. "I love this" Cody thought to himself as they both turned to face each other. He slid an arm around her waist and pulled her in close to his body as they danced together to the beats, gazing into each other eyes like they'd known each other for years. After dancing for a few minutes Cody felt someone tapping his shoulder. He disentangled himself from the body of the girl he was dancing with and turned around to see who was behind him. To his surprise, he found himself face to face with the hot blonde girl he'd just given a pill to maybe ten minutes prior. This time she was accompanied by a guy on her left who was maybe two inches taller than she was and looked to be about the same age. "Do you have any more for my boyfriend?" she asked. Cody laughed as he stepped over to the boyfriend, placed a hand on his shoulder and retrieved another pill from his pocket with his other hand. Even though it really looked like this girl was just using him for free drugs for herself and her boyfriend, Cody didn't care and handed him the pill. "How much?" the boyfriend asked. "Don't worry about it," Cody replied. "I don't want any money, just have fun!" "Really?" the boyfriend replied surprised. "No one has ever give me free drugs before. What is it? My girlfriend said you told her they aren't rolls." "I could give you a scientific explanation," Cody said, adding "but you'll love it" once he saw the look on his face. "Wow, thanks man." He then turned to the hot blonde and said something to her Cody couldn't hear over the music. She nodded her head to him and he turned and walked off into the crowd. "Where's he going?" Cody asked her. "Oh, he's going to buy more drugs," she replied. "He does this every time we go to the club." Cody turned his head to look back at the girl he had been dancing with to find that she was now dancing with someone else. By the time he had turned his head back to face the blonde she had gotten a lot closer to him. "I'm Amanda," she offered up without prompting. "As soon as we walked in I saw you dancing back here and knew you were the person I wanted to come talk to." "Did you?" Cody replied relatively surprised. He had gotten positive reviews on his dancing at nightclubs before - girls occasionally told him they liked it, or that it was sexy. It was still a bit surprising each time though, since only a few months ago he had been so totally socially awkward and introverted that he didn't even think he knew how to dance and thus never even tried. MDMA had shown him the light and he was still getting used to that, but he still felt strange dancing while sober. Amanda didn't really reply, she just reached her arms around him and pulled their bodies together. Smiling, Cody joined right in and they started dancing together. They bobbed, weaved and slid their bodies all over each other to the beat, forgetting that anything else existed except that moment. Cody slid his hands down to her ass and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clasped her hands behind his neck. Their faces got closer and closer until they could feel each other's breath on their lips. "I'm allowed to dance with other guys," Amanda said to Cody, "but no kissing." Cody nodded his head and they kept dancing. He set Amanda down so she could stand and she immediately turned around so she could press her body against his such that her ass was firmly on his dick, which was starting to get slightly harder. She ground her ass into him as he slid his left hand down the front of her pants to rest on her inner thigh, slightly grabbing it. She tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder while he slid his other hand up her chest, lightly brushing over her right tit as it made its way toward her neck and shoulder. Amanda's eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply with a big smile on her face. The pill was obviously working and she clearly felt that amazing feeling that people who haven't tried it can never understand. After dancing for some time Amanda pulled away from Cody, turned around to face him and grabbed his cock through his jeans. Her eyes were burning with desire as she smiled at him, licking her lips as she fondled his cock which was getting noticeably harder as she did so. "Can you help me find my boyfriend?" she asked as played with him. "Sure, let's go." Cody wasn't entirely sure what to make of Amanda. He hadn't been feeling very sexual, currently preferring the deep emotional connections he was making to superficial physical ones, but once she had grabbed his dick like that the tone changed very quickly. Clearly she wanted him, he thought, but he had no desire to cause trouble in their relationship. She grabbed him by the hand and led him off the dance floor towards another section of the club that was less packed and playing more Top 40 music. Amanda and Cody meandered around the club for a few minutes holding hands, occasionally walking up to people and asking them if they had seen her boyfriend, offering no description of him. "Isn't this your boyfriend?" one person asked her, referring to Cody. "No, this is my friend, we just met," Amanda replied to him as Cody stood there smiling and nodding. They kept walking and eventually ran into Amanda's boyfriend near coat check. She ran up to him and gave him a big hug as Cody smiled and turned to head back to the dance floor. "Come outside with us!" Amanda yelled to Cody. They were heading to the outdoor patio for a smoke break and Cody happily accepted the invitation. Amanda's boyfriend introduced himself as Joey to Cody and offered him a cigarette. Cody didn't really smoke but wasn't about to turn Joey down. Amanda decided to run to the bathroom so Cody and Joey stood outside, talked and smoked while they waited. Joey had found a dealer who sold him some yellow pressed pills with happy faces stamped on them and had taken one of top of the capsule Cody had given him. He was starting to get pretty out of it and Cody suspected the pressed pill was bad, but it was too late for that now. Amanda came back from the bathroom as the guys finished their cigarettes and all three headed back to the dance floor. Amanda danced with Joey as Cody did his own thing next to them for a while. After about fifteen minutes Amanda slid back over to Cody and danced face to face with him, eyes locked, and then without warning she pressed her lips to his. "I wonder what happened to no kissing," Cody thought to himself as he and Amanda explored each other's mouths with their tongues. Her lips were very dry, "She probably needed to be drinking more water." They made out on the dance floor for a few minutes until it occurred to Cody that Joey was right next to them. He pulled back from Amanda and looked over to where Joey was standing only to find that he was gone. "Thank you for helping me find my boyfriend," Amanda said to Cody as she again grabbed his cock. "Where did he go?" Cody asked her, trying to reconcile what was going on in his head. "He's really fucked up. He went to go wander around. He'll be OK." She added when she saw the look of concern on Cody's face. Cody thought about asking her about the kiss, but when Amanda pressed her lips together and licked them invitingly he changed his mind, lifting her off the dance floor again and started making out with her as he held her up. They held each other as they kissed for several minutes before Cody set her back down and led her to the bar. Once there, he ordered a bottle of water. He took a sip then offered it to Amanda, who took several large gulps, and then started making out with him again while she still had a mouthful of water. She shared the water in her mouth with him, spilling about half of it out of their mouths. Cody took a few more sips afterwards before stuffing the water bottle into his pocket. "I'm going to try to go to the bathroom," Cody said as he walked towards the smaller bathrooms just off the dance floor. Surprisingly there was nobody in the bathroom as he entered one of the stalls to pee. He unzipped his pants as he tried his best to relax and pee. After a few seconds he heard a noise, but ignored it as he started peeing. Finishing up, he hadn't even put his dick back in his pants when the stall door behind him swung open. Cody turned his head and saw Amanda standing there. He turned around with his hand still holding his mostly soft dick as Amanda took a step forward and shut the stall door behind her. Cody felt completely morally off the hook now and stepped towards Amanda, pinning her to the stall door by her arms and making out with her. She moaned in his mouth and when he released her arms to slide one hand up her shirt while another reached around to grab her ass she unfastened his jeans, which fell to the floor. Amanda grabbed Cody's dick and started stroking it as he lightly slid his fingers up and down her side, causing her to shudder and moan even more. It would have felt good in any situation, but under the current circumstances she felt orgasmic as the tips of Cody's fingers played with her sensitive waist and sides. She felt Cody's grip on her ass loosen as his other hand came around to the front, unhooked her pants and slid down past her panties. Amanda stroked Cody's dick softly yet firmly, enjoying the feeling of it growing in her hand while relishing the amazing sensation in her own crotch now that his fingers had reached her pussy. Cody's fingers played with her pussy, which was very wet, and teased out some of the wetness onto his fingers which he then slid back up to her clit. Flicking her clit back and forth made her moan very loudly into his mouth, which made his dick harden a lot faster. Cody pushed his hand back down to her entrance and plunged two fingers inside, stroking in a come-hither motion that made her G-spot sizzle as her pussy muscles clamped down on them. "Wow, she's really nice and tight," Cody thought. "This is gonna be awesome." His dick now mostly hard, he pulled his hand out of Amanda's pants and she dropped to her knees. Pulling down Cody's boxers, she stared as his dick for about 15 seconds before Cody grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her towards his crotch. She looked up at him seductively as she opened her mouth and dove onto his cock. Amanda took Cody's entire dick down her throat from the very first try and moaned on it as she proceeded to suck like a champ, giving him long full strokes with her tongue massaging the underside as she went. It felt so good that Cody could barely stand and had to sit down on the toilet as Amanda kept plunging his dick balls deep into her mouth, throat fucking herself with his hard on. Cody had never had a blowjob like this in his life. It was better than most pussies he'd ever fucked - Amanda kept up complete suction, ensuring every millimeter of his dick was in contact with the inside of her mouth as she swallowed him down her gullet over and over again. He couldn't help but stare at her working over his cock. It was simply amazing, both how it felt and how sexy it was to watch. Cody tilted his head back, and relaxed as he enjoyed the pure bliss that was Amanda's mouth, trying not to moan too loudly since they were in a public bathroom. That was about to change as he felt Amanda stop sucking and looked to see what was going on. She was standing up, stepping out of her jeans and climbing on to him. She pulled her panties off to the side as she leaned over him and hovered her pussy over his erect dick. Cody grabbed his cock and guided it to her entrance, then grabbed her by the neck with his other hand and very, very slowly pushed her down onto his throbbing hard on. "Hooooohhhh Godddd..." Amanda moaned loudly as she was slowly penetrated by Cody's 8 inch dick. Letting go of his cock now that it was partially inside her, he kept pushing her down further and further at a torturously slow paceuntil his entire cock was buried inside her to the hilt. Then he grabbed her hip with his free hand and, just as slowly, lifted her back up off his cock. Cody and Amanda both relished in the exquisite sensation of feeling every tiny bit of each other as they fucked, slowly, in the bathroom stall as the music blared and other club goers raged just feet away from them. Once she was almost completely off his dick, Cody slammed Amanda back down onto him as hard as he could as he thrust his pelvis up into her and proceeded to fuck her whole body to the beat of music. It was intense, and neither of them could help but moan loudly. Cody released her neck to grab her shirt and pull it up over her head, exposing her bra before quickly unhooking it and pulling it up over her head with her shirt. Her now freed tits started bouncing to the rhythm, exciting Cody even more. "Oh fuck yes!" Amanda yelled as Cody plowed into her repeatedly. Her pussy was clamping down on his hard cock, milking it for every ounce of pleasure she could as she bounced up and down. Cody grabbed her ass with both hands, standing up and pushing her up against the wall of the stall. It was hot - she loved being taken like this by a man who wasn't afraid to properly fuck his girl, and right now she was Cody's girl. Joey couldn't have been further from both their minds as they humped each other. There was a knock on the stall door. "What's going on in there?" someone yelled. They both ignored it and continued fucking passionately until the door swung open. There was a crowd of 6-7 clubbers standing outside the stall who had heard them going at it. None of them seemed interested in stopping it though. "Awesome!" "Fuck her brains out dude!" "Ride that dick bitch!" This had turned into a spectator sport, and both Cody and Amanda were sufficiently intoxicated by passionate lust, and drugs, that neither of them cared. Cody kept slamming into Amanda's wonderfully tight pussy and she kept screaming for him not to stop, which was advice he was happy to follow. Now that the door was open and the crowd watching them was loudly cheering them on, more people started coming over to watch the show. There were now too many people in the bathroom and it was attracting the attention of security. Cody and Amanda didn't even notice the security personnel ordering people out of the bathroom and continued to fuck like rabbits in heat. Cody had set Amanda down on the toilet with her legs wrapped around him as he rocked himself in and out of her, keeping most of his cock buried inside of her, when security got close enough to see what was going on. "You two!" the guard yelled at them. Now used to people yelling things at them as they fucked, they ignored it. Cody kept sliding himself deep into Amanda right up until he felt the hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. They both snapped out of their sex-induced trance as Cody was turned around to face the security guard. "Couldn't wait till you got home?" the guard asked, sounding moderately annoyed. He looked down at Cody's dick, dripping wet from Amanda's pussy juices. "How close are you?" he asked him. Cody hadn't really been very close to cumming at all; drugs can do that to guys. He had just been enjoying the amazing feeling of Amanda's pussy wrapped around him, squeezing him, pleasuring his cock. Despite that, he replied "pretty close". The guard looked around, looked back at the two horny clubbers and said "you've got two minutes." He then shut the stall door and yelled "Shows over, guys! Everyone out!" Cody and Amanda looked back at each other, grinned and went right back at it. Cody sat down on Amanda and his jeans, pulling her on top of him. Knowing he only had two minutes to cum, and not really having been close at all before that, Cody went all out and started slamming into Amanda while pulling her down into his thrusts and lifting her off as he pulled out. He fucked her constantly, without pausing, focusing on finishing. He used one hand to finger her clit as he fucked her, which made Amanda moan even louder than before. "Oh fuck! Yes! Keep that up! I'm gonna cuuummmm!" Amanda yelled as she beared down on his dick with all her might, her already very tight pussy tightening even more. Her orgasm pushed him over the edge and Cody's cock erupted deep into Amanda's cunt, pumping his massive load into her. There was another knock at the stall door. "Time's up! Get cleaned up and get out of here!" the guard yelled. Another Night Out Amanda sat, still impaled on Cody's dick, in his lap for a little while longer, holding him closely before pulling back and looking into his eyes. "That was amazing," she said. Cody smiled and started making out with her, lifting her off his dick as he grabbed some toilet paper. He stopped kissing her and handed her the toilet paper, which she covered her pussy with before they both put their pants back on. Once they were fully dressed they exited the bathroom stall to a cheering crowd just outside the bathroom. They held hands as they walked through the crowd, finished off the water bottle that was in Cody's pants and went back to the dance floor to enjoy the music and the crowd. After another hour and a half together, Joey found them dancing in the crowd and came up to them. "Hey..." he said to Cody, very slurred. "Thanks for watching out for my girl," he managed to stammer. "No problem!" Cody replied, looking over at Amanda who was beaming a devious smile towards him. "Did you hear some people we're doing it in the bathroom?" Joey asked naively. "I did," he replied, trying to keep a poker face. "I guess some people just can't wait until they get home." "Not everyone is going home with someone." "Are you going home with anyone?" "No, I'm here by myself. My friends all suck." It was partially true. Cody had come to the club by himself that night. In the past four months he had gone clubbing every weekend. Only twice did he have any friends come with him. He usually made new friends at the club which he often never saw again, but most of his existing friends didn't want to go out anywhere near as frequently as he did. "You're a good guy" Joey stammered, obviously still pretty out of it. "I'm gonna find you someone to go home with." Cody laughed a little bit. "That's OK, I'm happy going home by myself." This would have been true even if he hadn't just fucked Amanda in the bathroom. He didn't go to the club to get laid. He went to fall in love with the music and dance until he couldn't move anymore. Anything else was just extra. The club was starting to thin out by now. It was now very easy to move on the once packed dance floor and the energy levels of the people who remained were obviously dropping. "I think I'm about ready to leave," Cody told Amanda. "We should probably go too," Amanda added and turned to grab Joey. She said something to him that Cody couldn't hear over the still very loud music and they all started heading toward the door. Once outside in the parking lot the three of them exchanged goodbyes. "It was really nice meeting you," Amanda said to Cody. "Yeah man, nobody's ever given me free drugs before," Joey mentioned again. "You're pretty cool." "Nah, I'm not that cool," Cody said. "But I had a great time tonight," he added as he shot a grin towards Amanda, who smiled and coyly looked away. "We should do it again sometime," Amanda prodded. "Yeah man, what's your number?" Joey asked. Cody and Joey exchanged numbers and all three hugged and said goodbye one more time. Joey and Amanda walked off as Cody hopped in his car. "That was an awesome night," he said to himself as he put the key in the ignition. "I wonder if I'll ever see them again." He considered this question as he replayed the night over again in his head, from meeting Amanda on the dance floor to fucking her in the bathroom stall while Joey stammered around the club lost in his own world. No wonder she cheated on him, Cody thought, he barely paid any attention to her all night and was instead lost in his own head. Cody thought about that the entire drive home, glad to have had such an awesome night. He couldn't wait to do it again next weekend!