Unspoken Pleasure

Kevin went to the men's room then, leaving her alone between the bar and the dance floor with nothing but the predatory gaze of strangers to keep her company. She was just a piece of meat to them, and it made her clit throb as she tried not to melt into a puddle. Every gaze was an invitation, and whether they knew it or not, the answer to all of those invitations was yes if they were delivered forcefully enough. For a moment Taylor pictured herself at the center of a swirling gangbang, right there on the dance floor. She was getting fucked by two guys at once while several more jerked off on the remains of the dress that was crumpled around her midsection. Having sex with more than one guy in her life was never something that Taylor had wanted for herself, let alone at the same time. She was aching though, and something about the idea of being publicly stretched out by more than one cock felt just so right in this terrible moment. Her legs moved by themselves as she walked out to the dance floor towards the guy that stared at her the most shamelessly. His dark hair and deliberate stubble called to her almost as much as the bulge she could see in his skinny jeans. She walked out until it looked like she was about to start dancing with him, her eyes locked on his the whole time, and then she walked a few steps past him and started dancing in her own little bubble to the R&B song they were blasting in the moment. It was a slow grinding song she'd never heard before, but she knew all she had to do was move her hips slowly to the beat the way the sluttiest girls on the floor were doing, and she'd have his attention. Even though he was behind her, she could feel him looking at her ass as she slowly showed it off for him. When she leaned forward she might have even given him a glimpse of her panties, but that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was tempting him to grind on her... to touch her...noveldrama

It took less than thirty seconds for the stranger to take her up on her offer and start dancing with her. Within a minute he was grinding on her, and she responded by looking back at him and giving him a sultry smile before trying to draw over a second man to join the first. Right now all she wanted was to be pinned helplessly between two strong sexy men, but suddenly a familiar face caught her eye and the moment was gone. Sara was standing there, now twenty feet away, taking a picture of her being as slutty as she'd ever been in her whole life. By the time the second target of her attention joined the first, it was too late, but he didn't know that. He came over to give her exactly what she'd wanted - just as the first stranger had only now she didn't want it anymore. Now it was claustrophobic and suffocating, but she was too weak and shy to put a stop to it, and Sara certainly didn't look like she was going to interrupt any time soon.

In the end it was Kevin that saved her. He strolled up from her blindside on the right, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her back over to their table, much to the annoyance of her suitors.

"Damn girl, you replaced me awful quick" he quipped, before letting go of her hand and pulling back as she leaned in to kiss him. "Taylor - get a hold of yourself." She flushed red with shame as she suddenly remembered - she wasn't saved by her boyfriend. She was saved by her roommate's boyfriend. While her roommate was watching and laughing at her.

"Did Taylor just try to kiss you?" Sara asked as she walked up next to the two of them, acting scandalized to try to hide her suddenly suspicious tone.

"Her?" Kevin laughed like kissing her was the last thing he'd ever consider doing. It was a lie that was so effective that made Taylor want to curl up and die as she heard it. "I think she just wanted to hide her face in shame after a little too much to drink."

"Well," Sara asked, turning to her roommate. "Are you trying to make a move on my man or what?"

"I..." Taylor started, hanging her head in shame even as her blush darkened. "No, I just, I... I don't feel well. That's all."

Sara looked at her skeptically, and for a long moment Taylor thought she was about to get slapped before she finally said, "Well then let's get you back to the room and take care of you." Kevin followed along with Sara, but flashed Taylor an evil smile as soon as her back was turned, leaving her feeling topsy turvy. She had no idea what was going on, but something told her it was more than just calling it a night by eleven.

As they stumbled back from the club to the campus Taylor was forced to embrace her tipsiness and pretend she was drunker than she was. Even though she'd only had two drinks she lied and told Sara the reason she'd danced with those strangers like that was because she wasn't sure if she'd had 4 shots or 5. Sara seemed to accept that, and helped steady her the rest of the way, but there was something possessive about the way she held her as they walked to their room. "So if we hadn't stopped you, do you think you would have tried dancing like that with other women next?" Sara asked her finally, making her mouth dry before she could even think about answering.

Was she asking her what she thought she was? Taylor asked herself? Was her own roommate hitting on her out of the blue because she thought Taylor was drunk enough to take advantage of? The religious part of her almost immediately rebelled at the thought. She might have done a lot of terrible things this month, but there was wrong and then there was wrong. The rest of her though, started to tingle at the new, forbidden idea. "With a girl?" she asked dumbly. "I don't know. Maybe..." That was all it took to make Sara squeeze her arm a little harder as they walked down the hallway to their room. At the same time she exchanged a few meaningful looks with her boyfriend, but whether because of the alcohol, the lust, or the fear she just couldn't figure out how to put those pieces together.

She didn't need bother trying for very long though, because almost as soon as the door closed behind the three of them. Sara leaned over and forced a sloppy kiss on her. It was a strange moment for Taylor. The kiss itself was electric, it was utterly taboo, but it also felt forced and emotionless compared to the kisses Kevin forced on her so regularly.

After a dazed moment, Taylor shook off her roommate and asked, "Sara, what are you doing?"

"Shhhhh," Sara said, smiling. "Just go with it. I promise you'll have fun." This time Sara stepped forward, trapping her between Sara, Kevin, and the wall. Taylor turned her head to avoid the kiss again, but she couldn't do anything as her friends small hand reached inside her dress and started to expertly roll her sensitive nipple lightly between two fingers, forcing Taylor to moan softly at the unexpected sensation. She loved it when Kevin played with her breasts, but he was always so rough. This was an entirely new experience though, and it made it much harder to resist her roommate as she started to kiss her exposed neck instead of her lips.

"Come on Taylor," Kevin said finally, practically whispering into her ear, "It's my birthday, and I told Sara that I wanted something really special to celebrate this year." It sounded like a lie to Taylor, but it was such a brazen one that she really didn't care.