5 comments/ 52239 views/ 5 favorites Dance Fan By: birachelg When I am on stage I feel like I am in vacuum. My fellow dancers almost seen like they are surreal, the audience is dimly light to the point that they are blurred faces. I often feel like I am alone moving with the music, feeling it's vibrant impulse on my body. My senses are alive; when it is going good I feel it in my heart. A feeling of completeness a feeling of joy. On opening night last winter that whole experience for me changed, and changed in a way that it will never go back. It changed with a glow of a face in the crowed. A face that stood out where faces never have in the past. A soft beautiful face with a glowing smile, warm, inviting and intriguing. It took me out of my rhythm and subsequently helped to contribute to one of my personally worst performances. Oh, while everyone congratulated me on another great performance I knew better, and I knew because I didn't feel it nor sense it. Rather my mind and body were focused on that face. As we stood in finale and bow to the audience I looked for the brightness I so was so intrigued by. It had vanished, however, gone like the passer by who you feel and want to approach but have gone never to be seen again. My heart sank, knowing that this too was one of those times. And now a bad performance and all had gone for naught. I went through the normal routine after the show, turned down a few invitations from friends to hang out; I frankly wasn't in the mood. Upbeat nonetheless after much fanfare over the overall performance on opening night. We had had a party with the sponsors beforehand so I put back on the dress and ¾ length cashmere overcoat I had worn. I loved this outfit; it makes me look pretty and made me feel much better. Grabbed my dance bag and opened the stage door to the alley that leads to the street. The sounds of cars and people filled the air as I walked down the alley, as I approached the street I saw a woman in sillouette. She was coming clear the close I got and as the light hit her face a tingle ran down my spine, it was the face. Yes, the face that mesmerized me earlier. I could not help but smile as I approached her. She looked so beautiful, in black boots and a Burberry plaid coat with a turtleneck underneath. Wow! No wonder I was taken by her. She warmly smiled back. "Hi, I'm Rachel, and I wanted to make sure I told you in person how much I enjoyed your dancing. Thank you." "No you don't understand, I felt like you were dancing for me and me alone up there. It made me feel very special." "Again, thank you so much, that means a lot - I felt like I wasn't into it tonight. My name is Ashley, by the way." "Not into it! Wow... I want to be here when you are into it - I can't imagine it getting any better." "Oh, there are days when it is better, I assure you." "Ashley, I don't have flowers to give you but I would like to say thank you formally... can I buy you a cup of coffee or something?" "Oh, that's ok but you don't..." "No, I insist. You made my night." "Well, ok, I have to walk downtown to my place anyway so why don't we stop by my favourite martini bar for a drink?" "Great, thank so much for letting me do this." "No problem, I could use a drink... Hey, great coat, it is very becoming on you." "Do you think so?" "Oh, yes... well, it's the whole ensemble that does it." We interlocked arms and began to walk down the crowded street. It was a weird feeling, but we seemed to be long lost friends. I felt very comfortable with Rachel: she was funny, warm and very in tune with what was going on between us and around us. It was a huge turn-on. We arrived at 'Martin's', a hip little place near my home and sat in my usual spot near the fire. John, the owner, greeted me and inquired about the performance. Having some time to really look at Rachel gave me a much better feel for her. She was far lovelier that I had imagined. Her soft chestnut hair went perfectly with her hazel eyes and warm complexion. Fit as can be! You can just tell when great clothes look good on a great woman. "So tell me, Rach, where do you live?" "London." "A bit far from home, aren't we?" "Yes, I'm here visiting family." "Well, lucky for me!" Was I pushing it too much? Rachel is so beautiful, sexy and sophisticated. Has she been with a woman before? What should I do? "Believe me, Ashley, after seeing you dance I am the lucky one." As we talked I could feel us connecting at a different level. We were becoming friends... if it wasn't the warmth of the fire it was warmth between us, and I believe that was the case. Our coats were flung over the chair; we sat close to one another as we talked and giggled and made fun of our fellow drinkers. After a couple martinis I felt an impulse to test the situation. I uncrossed my legs and let one fall against hers. To my joy she let hers linger against mine. Our conversation was full and fun. I asked her to point out the most beautiful woman in the room. "Well with out a doubt, Ashley, it would have to be the woman sitting next to the fire in the black dress." Me!!! "Er...and what makes her so beautiful?" "I can tell that she is sensual, caring, and smart - smart in the way that she uses it to help not hurt." "What do you mean, Rach?" "Well, you have helped me tonight to get out and enjoy a great evening." I held her hand, letting it linger as my gaze flushed and desire went from the fire to this beautiful woman. As I drew my hand away, Rachel pulled it back and began to caress me. The tension was electric between us... both of us were warm, each desiring the other. Hell, I was horny and wanted to take my new friend home for a proper thank you. So I threw it out there... "Rachel, would you like to go somewhere where we could be alone?" Caressing my hand, she answered: "Yes, Ash, I would love to." We settled up, put on our coats and headed to my place down the street. As we walked we held hands, knowing that soon we would be deeper into this that both of us had anticipated, and the thought of that made both of us hungry for what was next. I could feel her desire as we walked. She placed her head on my shoulder and snuggled up close to me. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me. Wow... what a feeling! As we entered the hall of my building holding each other tightly she looked into my eyes and said: "Ashley, thank you for sharing this with me." I said nothing, opened the door led her in, turned her towards me and kissed her. A long deep kiss. Soft full lips touching, parted... and we longed to touch each other. Holding her hair I moaned... "Oh Rachel you are so beautiful." Our kiss deepened as our tounges delicately met. It felt so right - we could both feel it. Our connection was total; her skin felt so soft, so sweet, she was holding me tightly as her hands moved down my back and caressed my tight butt, pulling me closer to her. "OHHHH you feel soooo gooood," she said as our soft, deep, wet kiss lingered. I moved my hands down and undid her coat. Sliding my hands up over her sweater I brushed her hard nipples as I slid her coat off her shoulders. Down it fell as it hit the floor. I moved my hands up to hold her face... mmmmmmmm, I moaned as I touched her. I was getting warm in every sense of the word... I could feel my body respond to hers, my breasts were swelling, my legs tingling and my love was burning and I was getting wet. I wanted to feel her next to me. Our kiss broke and I lead her into my Sitting Room, a large space a fire burning in the fireplace and a window looking out over downtown. There we stood looking out and I held her from behind, my hands sliding up her legs, feeling her body in front of me. She leaned her head back on my shoulder and whispered: "Ashley... you know I'm yours... don't be shy." I was nervous and so turned on... my lips found her ear... "Rach, I am going to make love to you, deeply, magically... with all of me." With that my hands gently brushed her lovely pert nipples as I moved them down to her grey skirt. Kissing her neck, I moaned "Do you like my fingers on you?" I unbuttoned her skirt and it fell to the floor, revealing her pantyless shaven love glistening with moisture in her reflection in the window. I pulled her chin upwards and began to kiss her neck as my warm hand moved to the waiting lips of the most amazing pussy I have ever seen. She bucked slightly as my fingers met her love. She tasted like flowers as I kissed her... the tip of my finger getting wet as I left it on her lips. Rachel slid her hand off of my head and pushed my finger into her moaning "Oh Ashley... fuck me, fuck me like I fucked myself in the audience tonight, make love to me like you dance." I pulled her sweater off with my other hand as she massaged my finger into her pussy. Oh, this woman was amazing, so sexy, so beautiful and for tonight mine. Her breasts were perfect and her nipples were swollen waiting for me to violate them with lust. I watched myself love her in the window reflection as she kept her head back against me her hand driving my fingers deep into her pussy. I was so hot my own was burning to be licked and nibbled. I turned her around and brought my wet finger to her mouth... "Ohhhhhhh, lick your love Rach, suck it, taste it..." I kissed her deeply while we both sucked her wet finger... ohhhh, she tasted good, like rain when you open your mouth in the country, clean and sweet. We kissed while I moved over to my couch... pushing her down she fell on my oversized sofa deep enough to sleep on... oh, I love to fuck on that couch. "I am everything you want Ashley... now are you going to fuck me or am I going to have to do it myself?"... and, with that, she looked up at me with a look of desire I reached down and slipped her boots off one by one, stood back and began to move... I danced as if I was making love to her, slowly... sensually... I slid my dress off my shoulders... mmmmmmoving. She couldn't resist... she started to finger herself. "Stop Rachel - wait for me!" My hands slid down my stomach sliding my dress off my naked body, revealing what soon would be hers. I moved slowly to her as my dress fell to my feet. Sliding my hands to my breast I pinched my nipples to make sure I was not dreaming. I moved over to her, now straddling her leg and lowering my wetness over her... placing her hands on my breasts and began to grind. "Is this what you wanted in the theatre, Rachel? Is this what you needed?" Ohhhhhhh, my pussy began to swell as she held me and caressed me. I could hear her finger herself with one hand and knew she needed more from me. Laying down on the couch opposite her I slowly slid my legs between hers, inching ever closer. She knew. I wanted our pussies to touch... I wanted our juices to mix. And so... we moved closer and our pussy lips, wet and swollen, met... kissed as if they were alive, our hands meeting and pulling each other closer, rhythmically grinding out our slippery love together... "Ohhhhhhhhh, Rach, fucccccccck meee!!!" As my clit began to grow with her pussy lips suckling on it. "Rachel, you are fucking my clit.... ohhhhh. don't stop!!!" "Ash, uhhhhhh fuck me"... Our love was hot... we were soooooo wet... our juice flowing, grinding... making love... with each other... our mounds together.... inn... out... in... outtttt, our clits fucked by each other's hot love. We needed it so much... "Fuckkkkkk... it feels goooood, don't stop Ashhhhh donnttt stopppppp!" We were pulling each other deep into our pussies, bouncing on each other out of control. Wanton. Deep within me my pleasure was building, deep within I felt the intensity arising. My pussy was contracting, wanting a fingers yet not needing them... no, no, I was experiencing something far deeper... "Ohhhhh, Ash don't stopppppppppp... I'm goingggg to....!" "Rachel, fuck my clit, fuckkkkkk my pusssy, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am goinggggg to cummmmmm." "Go, ASSSSSSSSSSSSSH GOOOOOO... spread your cum all over my pussy!" "Oh, FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK... I can't take it... OHHHHHH.... I am cumming, Ash... DON'T STOP!!!!." "Uhhhhh... Rach, I am CCCCCCCUUUMMMIIIIIIIINNGGGGGGG... can you feel me my pussy kissing your clit?..... I can feel you sucking on mine.... Ohhhh... myyyyyy... Godddddd.... FUCK ME RACHEL!!" We were grinding each other in a dance of sexual love - her juice was my juice as we came together. Her love was my love as we both shuddered with desire... "OHHHH... Ash I am cumming inside of youuuuu... fuck I need you, baby.... fuck meeeeeeeeee!!!!" My head was spinning when I came to... I had blacked out in the most intense orgasm I have ever felt. Rachel laid there. Our legs still interlocked, she had fallen asleep. She is so beautiful. I will let her rest, but the night has just begun... Dance Fever It was the 80's and, love it or hate it, disco was king and you never knew what to expect when going out for a night of dancing under the mirror ball. All of the characters in this story are eighteen and just out of high school, which, in some places at the time, meant you were old enough to drink a beer... or two... or three... Part 1 She was pissed. Eve had driven twenty miles to meet her girlfriends and do some dancing at the Liberty Palace Disco. They were now an hour late and she knew that they weren't going to show up. "Bitches!" Eve swore as she started on her third beer. She didn't even like the stuff but by now, she was mad and decided, "What the Hell!" "Probably found some cowboys somewhere and decided to ditch me!" she said to herself, taking another chug. She wasn't used to drinking and was already starting to feel light-headed. "I doubt if I even get to dance," she thought, full of self-pity, looking longingly at the couples on the dance floor. "Eve!" she heard a voice yell above the music. "Is someone yelling at me?" she thought, and then, "Well dummy. How many Eve's can there be in here?" She looked up and saw Tony and his buddy, David, making their way towards her through the crowd. "Anyone sitting here?" Tony asked as they reached the booth that she had been saving for her friends. "No. Sit down," she replied, trying to muster a smile. "Some of the girls were supposed to meet me but it doesn't look like they are going to make it." "That sucks," David said as he slid into the booth next to her. Tony did the same on the other side of the table. David noticed Eve's forced smile and, in addition to the one she was taking a gulp out of, two empty beer bottles on the table. That surprised him. She usually wasn't much of a drinker. When Eve mentioned that her friends had stood her up, it became clear that she was upset and planning to drown her sorrows. He liked Eve. She was a nice girl, quiet and cute. He had tried to work up the nerve to ask her out but hadn't quite gotten there yet. "One of these days," he thought. He looked around and realized that the place was full of guys, who, once Eve was good and drunk, would jump at the chance to take advantage of her. He didn't want to see that happen. As Tony took a swig on his beer, Eve felt David's hand on her knee. Startled, she looked up into his eyes. "Tell you what Eve," he said, his soft voice just audible above the noise of the crowd. "If you'd like, we would love to keep you company tonight. That is, if you don't mind being seen with a couple of dorky guys." Eve smiled for the first time that night. "That sounds like fun. I would love it." "What are you two cooking up over there?" Tony asked, having already finished off his first beer. "Tony, we have a change of plans," David announced. "Instead of spending the night getting shot down by every stuck-up girl in this place, we are going to dance the shoes off of the lovely Miss Eve." As he said this, David squeezed Eve's knee, making her heart skip a beat. "Sounds like a good plan to me," Tony replied. "I don't think my ego was ready for a night of rejections." "In that case, Eve," David said, "I think we have some dancing to do!" Moving out of the seat, he grabbed Eve's hand and pulled her towards him. As she stood up, a crowd of people pushed their way through the aisle, bumping into David who, in turn, knocked Eve off balance. As she started to fall backwards into the booth, David reached around her waist, stopping Eve's fall. "Are you okay?" he asked, just as they both realized that, in his haste to keep her from falling, David had grabbed, and was still holding onto, Eve's butt. "Hey! Some guys will do anything to cop a feel!" Tony chastised from across the table. Blushing, David released his hold on Eve's bottom, took her by the hand and led the way to the dance floor. The first song was a fast one, something stupid by the Bee Gees, and they danced apart from each other. David wasn't much of a dancer. Eve stifled a laugh as he moved his arms around and tried to imitate the others on the dance floor. She had harbored a crush on him for quite a while, not that she ever did anything to let David know. He was tall and athletic and better looking than he realized. But he was a little shy around girls and Eve was the same around guys... so nothing had ever materialized. But that didn't keep her from wondering... and hoping. The fast song came to an end but was quickly followed by a slow one from the Commodores. "Umm..." David started. "Yes!" Eve said quickly, moving in close to him. Resting his hands on her hips, David said, "I'm sorry about the hand thing. You know... back at the table." Looking at him with a bravery fortified by the beer she had drunk, Eve smiled. Moving his hands from her waist to the cheeks of her butt, she said, "I'm not, David." Moving together, he started to relax and his body pressed against hers. With the lights turned low for the slow dance, David's hands grew brave, caressing and squeezing her bottom. With Eve's head against his chest, she heard him singing softly, "You're once... Twice... Three times a lady..." Swaying together, David moved his hands from Eve's derriere, and began caressing the small of her back. Unbelievably, she realized that this was even more intimate than when his hands had been squeezing her ass. Her arms around his waist hugged him even closer and she felt, for the first time, David's bulge press into her stomach. Rocking together, his cock rubbing against her, Eve heard David's gentle voice whisper into her ear... "When we are together The moments I cherish With every beat of my heart To touch you, to hold you To feel you, to need you There's nothing to keep us apart..." Before they knew it, the song was over. David slowly pulled away from her, blushing as he tried to hide the tent in his pants. Eve was just as embarrassed, as it felt like everyone in the place knew that her panties were soaked. When they neared the table, Tony jumped up and said, "Well, it's about damn time!" took Eve by the hand a drug her back to the dance floor. Jokingly, he asked, "Do I get to cop a feel of that cute butt, too?" "Well, that's only fair, isn't it?" Eve replied, excited at the thought of Tony touching her where David's hands had been just minutes before. She pulled his hands around her and planted them firmly on her ass. "How's that?" Tony grinned at her and said, "That will do just fine." And pulled her into his body. For the next three dances, they went at it, bumping and grinding against each other. The rest of the night was like that, with David and Tony only occasionally letting Eve catch her breath and down a beer to cool off. As the night went on, each man grew braver. Their hands progressively moved over her body, touching her ass, her back, even tweaking her nipples in the dark corners of the dance floor. Both had kissed her and, while sitting at the table, each had taken the opportunity to put their hand on her leg and caress the inside of her thigh. It seemed that the only part of her body that hadn't been touched was the part that longed for it the most. By now, her pussy was on fire, her panties were soaked and Eve was aching to have either of them touch her there. Eve gulped down another beer. She had lost track of how many she'd had. Tony was also chugging another one down. David sat next to her, sipping the same bottle that he had been nursing for the last hour. Eve's faced was flushed and both David and Tony stared at her with lust in their eyes. Just then, they heard the DJ announce, "Okay! Everybody to the dance floor! We are going to close it out with a song by Donna Summer!" "Well, little lady," Tony asked, "Who gets the honors?" Looking back and forth between the two men, who were staring at her like wolves ready to devour their prey, Eve replied, "You heard the man! He said everybody!" Grabbing their hands, Eve raced to the dance floor with the two in tow. When they reached the floor and Donna Summer began to sing: "Last dance... Last chance, for love..." Eve placed Tony's hands on her hips and then spun around to face David. Reaching a hand up to his neck and pulling him down to her, she sang into his ear, "Yes, it's my last chance, for romance, tonight..." Behind her, Eve felt Tony move his body into hers, swaying to the music and grinding against her ass. With her other hand, she took hold of David's belt and pulled him against her until one of his legs was wedged between hers. Pressing her crotch into his thigh, she continued to sing into his ear: "I need you, by me, Beside me, to guide me, To hold me, to scold me 'Cause when I'm bad I'm so' so bad..." For the next five minutes, it was as if no one else existed. Just... Tony's fingers digging into her hips and pulling her tight so he could grind his hard cock into the crack of her ass. And, at the same time, David was pushing his thigh against her crotch as his dick rubbed up and down her hip in time to the music. At some point, Tony reached around and began squeezing one of her breasts while David tweaked the nipple of the other. With his spare hand, David brushed Eve's hair off of her shoulder and Tony moved in to nibble her ear and bite her neck. David leaned in to kiss her, passionately mashing his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth and then backing away only to grab her lower lip between his teeth. He pulled on it, and then let go to resume the onslaught of her mouth. His tongue filled her. She thought he was going to shove it down her throat. If he could, he would have. Eve was in another world. Their three bodies moved as one to the beat of the music. Tony's cock against her butt, David's on her hip and his thigh rubbing against the burning fire that was her pussy. All three points of contact separated by just a couple of thin layers of fabric. Nearing the end off the song, their tempo increased. The grinding became even more fervent. They were literally having sex on the dance floor. When David's tongue began thrusting in and out of her mouth... fucking her mouth... Eve felt it begin to build. As Donna Summer sang the chorus for the final time, "Oh, I need you, by me," A bite on her neck sent shivers down Eve's spine. "Beside me, to guide me," The pinch of a nipple set off a jolt of electricity between her legs. "To hold me, to scold me" Eve's breathing came to a halt. "'Cause when I'm bad..." Her body began to stiffen. "I'm so' so bad..." And she exploded in an orgasm that shook her from head to toe... Part Two Eve realized that she was leaning against David's chest, her body still trembling from the massive orgasm she had just experienced. She looked up and saw him smile. "You okay?" he asked softly. "Yeah... Oh yeah..." she replied. Eve wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. She realized that Tony was still holding her hips. No longer grinding against her, he held her tenderly, supporting her as her legs had nearly given out. "Looks like we need to be going, Sweetie," David told her. "They're running everybody out." "Sweetie," she thought. "I like the sound of that." "Yes. We had better go," she replied. With David holding one arm and Tony the other, they followed the crowd out the door. When they started to cross the street, Eve stumbled at the curb. "Eve, you aren't in any shape to drive," David told her. "Why don't you let us take you home?" "No. I couldn't," she protested. "David's right," Tony said. "You've had too much to drink and besides, he has to drive right past your place to take me home. We can come back tomorrow and get your car." "Well... Okay," she agreed. When they got to David's car, he unlocked the passenger side door and held it open for her. After she climbed in, Tony said, "Scoot over, woman! I'm not riding in the back seat!" and, before she knew it, Eve was once more between the two men. The drive, for the most part, was uneventful. Each of them took the time to unwind from the night of dancing. To Eve's relief, their "Last Dance" wasn't mentioned. But Eve couldn't help but be excited about the feel of their bodies on either side of her, touching her. She inhaled deeply and savored the manly scent that filled the car. Eve leaned her head back against the seat to relax, savoring the moment. David's hand was the first to reach for her, resting on her knee as his fingers softly caressed her leg. Moments later, Tony did the same from his side. There was nothing inherently sexual about their actions... just loving tenderness from two friends. But, as she rested with her eyes closed, feeling the soft touch of her friends' hands, Eve had never felt sexier. They drove in silence until reaching her house. David, ever the gentleman, asked, "Would you like us to explain to your folks about what happened? You know... about drinking too much and us giving you a ride home? They might go a little easier on you with us here." "That's okay. My folks are out of town for the weekend. There's nothing to worry about as long as I get my car home in time." "Why don't you guys come in for a few minutes? I don't have any beer but I can fix you a Coke or something." "Sure," Tony said. "We can make sure that there aren't any mad rapists hiding in the house waiting to get you." "Or happy rapists, for that matter," David grinned. Eve laughed, getting the joke. Tony just stared at them, not realizing what was so funny. As David and Tony searched the house for rapists of any kind, Eve went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of cans of pop from the refrigerator. "Hey! Where are you guys?" she yelled. "Up here," she heard Tony yell back. "Oh God! They're in my room," she thought, racing up the stairs. She entered the room to find Tony lying on her bed, throwing a Nerf ball against the ceiling. David was looking at a wall that she still had covered with pictures from high school, including some that had been cut out from the newspaper. "What are you two doing in here?" "Checking for rapists, like we said," Tony replied. "Don't worry. We aren't going through your underwear drawer or anything." The mention of underwear reminded Eve that hers were soaked. That and the realization that the two, who had worked her into an orgasm on the dance floor, were now in her bedroom, excited her. "I like how you decorated your room," David said, bringing her back to reality. "Especially the pictures," he said, smiling and pointing at a couple that had been cut out of the newspaper. Embarrassed, Eve blushed and looked down at her feet. David was pointing at two pictures of himself that had been taken during a football game. "Hey, I was just kidding," David said softly, as he walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "Want me to autograph them?" he teasingly whispered into her ear. Not moving from his embrace, Eve pulled her fist back and punched him in the ribs. "I deserved that," he said, squeezing her even tighter. As he did, Eve felt his dick begin to stiffen. The sensation caused scenes from that dance floor to flash through her mind. Eve felt her nipples harden and her pussy tingle. "Do you guys want some privacy?" Tony asked seriously, as he stood to leave the room. "No!" Eve said quickly. Maybe a little too quickly... Pulling away from David, she walked over to Tony, reached around his neck to pull him down to her and proceeded to kiss him deeply. Looking over her shoulder at a startled David, she said seductively, "I don't want either of you to leave." Leading Tony by the hand, Eve walked across the room to where David stood, grabbed his belt, and, as she had done on the dance floor, pulled him close as she straddled his leg. Realizing what was happening, Tony got behind her and held her hips as he rubbed his crotch across her ass. Eve was in heaven. She could feel the two men's cocks growing harder as they rubbed against her body, the sensation causing her pussy to ache. She tipped her head back and David, knowing an invitation when he saw one, leaned down and kissed her. After a brief battle between their tongues, Eve broke their embrace and turned to face Tony, kissing him as David now ground his cock against her bottom. When Eve reached down and started to unbuckle his jeans, Tony went to work on the buttons of her blouse. Seeing what was going on, David tugged the blouse out of her jeans and, when Tony had finished with the buttons, pulled it off of her. As he began to unhook the clasp of her bra, David noticed that Eve now had Tony's dick out and was stroking it as they kissed passionately. After finishing with the clasp, he slipped the straps over her shoulders and watched Eve let go of Tony's cock just long enough to allow the bra drop to the floor. He reached around between Eve and Tony and began squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Eve pushed her ass back against him in appreciation. Soon, she turned to face him and thrust out her chest, offering her breasts to him. He took a nipple in his mouth and bit down... hard. She winced in pain and David, thinking that he had gone too far, started to pull away, until her hands grabbed the back of his head and held him tight against her tit. David could feel Tony's hands between their bodies and he moved his hips back to give him room to unbuckle her jeans. After releasing her breast, David grabbed Eve by the hair and pulled her face to his, kissing her hard and passionately. He felt her flinch and then sigh and realize that Tony had penetrated her with his fingers. Her hips began to rock back and forth and then, suddenly, she broke away. "Not yet," she said to the two of them. "I want this to last." She reached over to Tony, whose jeans were undone with his dick poking out the top of his underwear. "Let's get these off," she said pulling his underwear and jeans down to his ankles. Leaving him to finish the job, she turned to David tugging his Izod shirt over his head and then, falling to her knees, unbuckled and pulled down his jeans and underwear, also. When his engorged cocked popped in front of her face, Eve grabbed it and gave it a few soft strokes. On the last one, she tightened her grip at the base and slowly squeezed upwards. As her fingers neared the tip, a glistening drop of his juice appeared at the slit. Looking David in the eye, Eve leaned forward, kissed the tip of his dick then pulled away, a strand of his sweet nectar trailing from her lips to his dick. From a few feet away Tony looked on, stunned. "Get out of those clothes," Eve ordered both of them as she removed her own shoes and socks and in one motion slipped her jeans and panties off of her legs. David and Tony both looked on in wonder as their cute friend now stood naked before them. "I'm not going to tell you again," she barked. Quickly the guys finished disrobing and stood before her, not quite knowing what to do next. Smiling at their uneasiness, "Hell, it wasn't like I've ever done this before either," she thought, Eve walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Come here," she told them. Both men walked over and stood in front of her. Eve reached out and took a dick in each hand, slowly stroking them up and down. She looked up and smiled at the expressions on their faces... of unease at the situation, yet... total ecstasy at what she was doing. When a drop of pre-cum appeared on the head of each penis, she leaned forward and, with her tongue, gathered the juice of each man on the tip before bringing it back in her mouth to mix the sweet juices of her two friends. Dance Fever Then, as she continued to stroke David's cock, she leaned over and took Tony's in her mouth. Her free hand played with his balls as her tongue licked up and down the shaft. She then teased the head before taking it all in her mouth. Once she had it in her mouth, Eve looked up at David, who was staring in amazement as she continued to stroke his dick. She winked at him and then, without losing control of Tony's dick, she slowly lay back, bringing her legs up on the bed. Not wanting to lose contact with her mouth, Tony followed her, ending up kneeling on the edge of the bed as she continued to suck him. As Eve was moving to her back, she had to release her hold on David's dick but she never broke eye contact with him. As her back hit the mattress and with Tony's dick in her mouth she spread her legs, making it clear to David what she wanted. He climbed onto the bed and knelt between Eve's legs. Taking his dick in his hand he rubbed the tip up and down the wet slit between her legs. As it grew shiny with her juices, David began to push a little. With each pass, it would disappear a little further inside her. Eve loved it. She could feel Tony's dick throb in her mouth with his every heartbeat. His juices tasted delicious and she couldn't wait to taste his come. And David was about to drive her crazy, teasing her pussy like that. She wanted him inside her so badly... Just then, David decided that he couldn't wait any longer and drove his cock into Eve's pussy. She jerked and moaned around Tony's dick as David stretched her open. Tony flinched at the vibrations that her moan sent down the shaft of his dick. David quickly started rocking back and forth as he watched his dick go in and out of Eve's pussy. Just as mesmerizing, was watching her mouth on Tony's dick. He couldn't believe what the three of them were doing. But he loved it. He reached up and, as Tony began to run his fingers through Eve's hair, David started squeezing her breasts. He discovered that, every time he tweaked her nipples hard, she would shove her hips up against him to take every bit of his dick inside her. It was obvious that she liked the sharp pain of his pinches. Soon, David began to feel his balls tighten up and he knew that his orgasm wasn't far off. He also realized that there was still something else that he wanted. "Tony?" he said quietly. Tony looked back at him. David nodded down at Eve's mouth. Tony grinned and nodded, then pulled his dick from her mouth. As the two switched places, they moved Eve onto hers knees. David sat at the head of the bed as Tony got behind her. David looked down and exchanged grins with Eve before she bent down and took his cock in her mouth. As it was sliding past her lips, Tony entered her pussy, driving into her in one thrust. The three quickly developed a rhythm much like they'd had on the dance floor. As Tony would slam his dick into her from behind, Eve's body would rock forward until her lips were touching the base of David's dick. As Tony pulled out, her head would come up, exposing David's saliva covered shaft. David alternated between watching his buddy fuck Eve from behind and staring at the back of her head as it bobbed up and down on his dick. Every once in a while she would look up at him and, as their eyes met, she would smile around his shaft. David felt the tempo increase. He looked up and saw Tony concentrating as he gripped Eve's hips and pounded her from behind. "He's close," David thought and began concentrating on the sensations that Eve was giving him with her mouth. As the pace quickened, Eve increased the suction on his dick. Using one hand, she stroked him furiously each time her mouth pulled away. David felt his balls draw up in his sack. He realized that he was on the brink. Just then, he heard Tony moan and felt Eve's body pushed forward with Tony's massive thrust from behind. His cock swelled in Eve's mouth and blasted a huge load of come down her throat. Eve's body began to tremble in her own orgasm and David, thinking that she was pulling away, held her by the hair until his last trickle of come had dribbled into her mouth. By then, it was obvious to both men that Eve was coming, too. Pinned between them, her body spasmed on their dicks as Tony filled her pussy with come from behind and David finished unloading in her mouth. Spent, David and Tony collapsed on top of Eve. Her body continued to quiver as the men held their cocks inside her. As they relaxed, David pulled his dick from Eve's mouth. She reached for it and, tenderly, licked the remaining strands of come from its head. While David scooted to the edge of the bed and lay on his side, Eve felt Tony take his softening dick from her pussy. As he lay down on the opposite side of the bed, Eve moved from her knees to lie facing David. He looked lovingly into her eyes, slipped one arm under her neck, and cradled the back of Eve's head in his hand. He pulled her to him until their lips touched softly. Eve parted her lips and felt the tip of his tongue flickering against hers. While they kissed tenderly, Eve felt Tony roll up next to her back, his sticky penis nestling between the cheeks of her bottom. He reached around her waist, pulling her back against him. As she moved, David followed, until Eve was wedged between her two lovers. Their kiss breaking, Eve watched as David laid his head on the pillow, still gazing into her eyes. She slowly relaxed, letting her head rest on David's arm. Closing her eyes and feeling the heat and the sweat of the two naked men who now held her in their arms, Eve realized just how lucky she was to have been stood up by her friends. Dance Floor Angel I had been watching you all night. I, and the rest of the male population of the bar, of course. A fairly sizable portion of the women were watching as well, some with jealousy, some with lust. Your whirling, twirling and tantalizing body had electrified the crowd. Even on such a crowded dance floor, necks were craned, fingers were pointed, ears whispered in. Nobody wanted to miss a single second of you. It had gone far beyond dancing now. Over the course of half an hour, you had become one with the music. The baseline was your heartbeat. The lyrics were your conscience. The rhythm was your soul. The trance was complete, as shown by the number of guys who had tried to dance with you, and one by one, they skulked away, tails in-between their legs. It was not that you had rejected them. No, it was much worse: you didn't even know they were there. You were lost to the world, wrapped up in high hats and treble clefts. So, what reason did I have to believe it would be any different for me? I had none, so I acted accordingly. Half buzzed, I slipped away from my friends to grab another drink at the bar, keeping you in my sights for as much of the journey as possible. I chugged down one glass, looking for the courage at the bottom, and made my way back to my seat with a bottle of beer. Then, propelled either by fate, or by rum, I decided I had to be closer to you, as if I were on a pilgrimage, and I was hoping to gain enlightenment just by being in your presence. My nerves would only allow me to get so close, however, and thus there I stood at the edge of the dance floor. There I stood, in a haze of alcohol, desire, and pumped-in smoke. There I stood, enthralled by this tornado of dancing elegance when suddenly you opened your eyes and looked straight into mine. I was in shock, struck by a bullet. The look in your eyes seemed as if you were expecting me to be there, a small moment in the universe's great plan, to which only you were privy. Not only was I supposed to be there, but now I was the only one there. The crowd did not disappear, it just didn't matter anymore. I had crossed over, and in your world we were the only ones who mattered. As you took my hand, and led me towards the middle of the dance floor, I was able to take in your body fully. Your long brunette hair was once curled, but wound up attractively out of place. The sheen from your sweat made your body glow in the ever changing lights above us, and the black dress you wore had been teasing the crowd all night with flashes of what was beneath it. In short, I was in heaven, and holding my hand was one of God's own angels, and when you turned back to me and smiled, I swear I heard a choir sing. Consequently, all actions from then forward were much, much less heavenly, for then, we began to dance. In actual fact, dancing doesn't even begin to describe what took place. We were connected in passion, attached at the hips as the music took you over once again. With my hands on your hips, and yours wrapped around my neck, we swayed to the rhythm, our bodies completely in sync. Your ass was grinding into crotch, giving my already half hard cock a reason to stand at full attention. It seemed the harder I got, the more you grinded into me, and I was certainly not complaining. Encouraged by your enthusiasm, and by the beer I just finished, I decided to see how long my luck would last. Sliding my hand down your leg, I quickly reached the end of your dress, and felt your silky smooth leg. I stroked your leg up and down then, expecting you to stop me at any moment, I slowly moved my hand up your leg and underneath your dress. You just pressed against me even more. I took it as a sign, and continued my journey up your leg, cupping your ass in my hand and squeezing tight. Then, filled with trepidation and booze, I moved my hand towards the front of your body and cupped your pussy, your panties already wet, either from sweat, or lust. Still, the long-awaited hand to push me away never came, and then lust pushed all fear and doubt out of my mind. As I traced the outline of your clit through your underwear, you grinded into me harder than ever before, and you pulled my head down to give me the most passionate kiss I could ever dream of. Our tongues tangled in each other's mouths, my hand began to play with your clit in earnest, my gentle tracing became impassioned rubbing, in small quick circles, as an involuntary moan caused you to break off our kiss. Growing even bolder, I pulled your panties to the side, and in one swift motion, I ran my fingers over your clit, down your pussy and slid them inside you, eliciting a moan that would've stopped the room, had they been able to hear you over the thundering baseline. Immediately finding your sweet spot, I pressed into you harder, and you felt my hard cock pressing into the small of your spine, as my fingers explored your inner walls. Suddenly, you were no longer dancing with me, as much as you were holding on to me for support, as you felt your orgasm building inside of you. I worked my fingers harder, and faster, and I knew my goal had been achieved when I felt your nails dig into the back of my neck as your legs began to tremble. Almost immediately, I snapped to my senses, as if I had just woken from a dream. As I removed my fingers from your dripping pussy, I expected you to turn around and slap me at any second, and turn around you did. However, the look in your eyes was not anger, but pure sex, and before I knew it, you had lifted my still wet fingers to your lips, and licked your juices from them with such vigour that I felt my cock throb almost to the point of explosion. Still holding my hand, you led me to the nearest empty booth. As soon as we sat down, you were on me again, kissing my lips and my neck, whispering words into my ear that were anything but angelic. Your hand ran over my chest and down my abs as they dove for my pants, unzipping my fly, and giving my cock the attention is so sorely desired. Your hand wrapped my shaft as you began to pump in maniacally, as I struggled not to cum immediately, wanting this to last as long as possible as my body begged for release. Then, as if an answer to an unspoken prayer, you straddled my legs, and while looking straight into my eyes, slid my cock inside of you until it was buried to the hilt, slowly, as you knew too much action would attract the attention of the crowd, or worse, the security. There we stayed, each of our eyes locked on the other's as you felt my cock throbbing and pulsing inside of you. Then, ever so slightly, you began to slide up and down on my cock, feeling it stretch the walls of your pussy as it filled you up again and again each time you slid to the bottom. The self-control was immense, our slow grind that belonged to us alone, and was not for prying eyes. My hands on your hips helped us keep the teasingly slow pace, protecting us from ourselves. However, not even the slow pace could save me from explosion that had been building since I first laid eyes on you. Sensing my cock growing bigger inside you, telegraphing the oncoming orgasm, you slid down on to me one final time, so that you felt me as deep as possible as erupted inside of you, unleashing my cum inside of your waiting pussy. As you felt me cumming inside of you, you grinded your clit into my hips, bringing you to your second explosive orgasm of the night, and making your body limp and draped in my arms. We sat there for another minute or two, my cock still throbbing inside of you, though in my mind we could've spent eons in that booth. Then, regaining your strength, you gave me one last kiss on the lips, and slid my cock out of you, stood up from the booth, smoothed your dress down into position, and walked away. I was left as dumbfounded at the end as I was at the beginning, and aside from my rumpled pants, I knew no one would ever believe me. I praised and cursed you, as I attempted to make some sense of what just happened. As I stood up from the booth, still shaking my cobwebs loose, I saw what was unmistakably a pair of black panties on the floor. Without hesitation, I picked them up, and put them in my pocket, knowing it would be the last I would ever see of you, my 21st century Cinderella, my dance floor angel.