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Driven Crazy
Chapter Two
Blowing me a quick kiss from across the car, Stacy slid out of the passenger seat and waited for me to join her at the club entrance. Her fingers quickly encircled my own as I walked up to her so that we made our attraction much more obvious as we entered the club.
This particular club was divided into many "sections", one being a sports bar, another a karaoke bar, and yet another with a live band. We, however, made our way directly towards the dance portion of the club, where we each ordered a gin and tonic and headed off to find our friends.
It didn't take long. A few drinks inside her and Ting Ting was the life of the party. And she was living it up at that very moment.
As we sat down at the table Francie shot me an interested glance as she noticed our hands, held tight against each other. I winked in her direction to indicate that things were definitely good, when I suddenly found myself assaulted by a flailing drunken body.
Stacy forcefully helped Ting Ting out of my lap, murmuring something obviously rude and obscene into her ear, before grabbing me and leading me out to the dance floor.
For the first time in my life a girl had been jealous over me. She had been pissed off at Ting Ting for her over-flirtatious behavior and I loved the attention. It felt good to be wanted so badly. No, check that, it felt great.
But all such thoughts were soon lost as the buzzing effects of alcohol and rhythms of the music carried us off into an endless dance of lust and sexuality, our hips raking against each other in a fully-clothed imitation of "the real thing". Her body seemed to mold to my own, as we rocked the night away in our own personal "bubble" of seclusion.
And then, all to soon, it was over. Due to local laws, all establishments were unable to sell alcohol past 1 a.m. so most clubs closed. Well, in reality, all save one club closed. And that club wasn't exactly your average party hang-out.
Up until 1 a.m. it was a strictly homosexual oriented club, all other party-goers sticking to the more "traditional" establishments. But between the hours of 1 a.m. and 3 a.m. the club transformed. It, almost by magic, became a mixed club, frequented by equal percentage of strictly "straight" and homosexual clubbers.
And that was our next stop.
I had been there before, humoring Francie and a few of her friends on a previous weekend, but I wasn't sure if I was willing to wait, with Stacy still anxious for my "reciprocation".
But Stacy seemed to be interested in going as well, so I played the willing partner. We entered the club and were immediately assaulted by loud, furious music and seductive lighting. Immediately I pulled Stacy close to me. This place had a tendency to be very free about groping. Of both sexes.
Following suit we pushed our way into the crowd on the dance floor and resumed our sex dance as if it had never ended.
A few minutes had passed when Stacy suddenly drew closer to me. "James, I have to go to the bathroom. Care to join me?"
I looked at her strangely. "What?"
"Don't you know?" She chuckled lightly, kissing me gently on my hairy chin. "Do you think "straight" guys actually go in the men's restroom here? Trust me. If you are straight, you go into the girls bathroom. It's completely accepted."
I looked at her skeptically, but I thought I had heard something similar from some of my other friends, as well.
"Come on." She didn't wait for an answer this time as she dragged me back through the tangled mess of bodies on the dance floor.
I smiled nervously at the girls exiting the ladies restroom as Stacy pulled me along, but they didn't give me a second glance. I looked around as we entered and found the place to be empty.
Shoving me into one of the stalls, Stacy shoved me inside and locked the door behind us. I licked my lips anxiously as she hiked up her skirt, exposing her bare, shaven pussy. I had never seen a shaved pussy before, and the sight was very erotic, if not mouth-watering.
Placing her leg up onto the toilet, positioning her barren lips directly in-line with my face. At this point I soon discovered that her tongue was not the only part of her anatomy that was pierced.
I looked up at her, a lustful glint in her eyes, as I ran my tongue briskly along the inside of her pierced lip. My tongue then lashed out, flicking her piercing hoop.
Her moans were like music to my ears, as I playfully toyed with the little metal ring, tugging at it with my teeth.
Her hands soon found my hair, locking hold of a massive handful, as she forced my tongue deeper inside her. I probed deeply with my tongue, sucking warmly at her soft mound, french kissing her sweet sex.
Another moan escaped Stacy's deep red lips, as a slow trickle of her juices ran down my chin and her leg.
Grabbing Stacy's hips I lifted her up off of the ground, forcing her to hold onto the top edges of the stall walls. Resting her ass in my hands, I lifted her hips up to my waiting mouth, like a sweet after-dinner dessert. Peaches'n'Creme, one might say.
I licked slowly around her smooth flesh, tasting every drop of her sweet juices, before plunging my tongue back into her depths, forcing her to squeal uncontrollably this time.
Unexpectedly, she clenched my head between her thighs as I bore witness to her first orgasm courtesy of myself. I saw and felt her pussy clench uncontrollably, violent spasms ripping through her body as she screamed my name for all the world to hear.
"OH God!! Fuck!! James, Yes!!!"
When she was finished, I looked up into her eyes, catching my first glimpse of the girl who was standing behind Stacy, one hand inside her pants and the other clutching tightly at Stacy's breast.
I stared, shocked, as Stacy turned her head and locked the other girl in a deep, warming kiss, before the girl ducked back out of the stall and headed back into the club.
"Shhhhhh" she whispered, placing a finger against my lips.
And I started to wonder, just how lucky had I become?
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