Her hand grasped mine as I followed her out of the booth. Her other hand took my mostly full glass of champagne, and we made our way through the crowd in the bar area to the back room. The crowd was so thick, I was glad she was holding my hand or we would have lost each other. I think people subconsciously make way for couples who try to pass them. She was in front of me, leading me to the room. I tried not to check out the shape of her butt through the skirt, but her shiny leather boots drew attention to her legs and ass, like one of those spotlights shooting into the sky. I wasn’t the only guy distracted by her though; as we worked through the crowd, I saw most heads follow her. It was like a group of kittens mesmerized by the dangling bell on the string.
The concert room was packed full of bodies. We squeezed into the back corner of the room as the band came out. The lead singer started shouting something into the microphone as the guitarist and bass player tuned. There was more movement in the crowd as people in the other room heard music and pushed their way in. Aimee and I were pushed closer together as people filled in the space behind us and to our side. She squeezed my hand and smiled at me. Then she looked at her glass of champagne and took a small sip.
The band started their first song, and I was really impressed. They were kind of like a pop-punk-metal mix. The lead singer had tons of energy and played a great rhythm part. Her guitar was bright pink and had rocket ships painted on it. It went well with her sparkly jewelry. The audience was really into it, and I saw a friendly mosh/dance pit start to form near the front of the stage. The band finished their first song, and the crowd cheered loudly.
The second song had even more energy, and most of the front of the audience was jumping up and down now. The people were more subdued back where Aimee and I stood, but the people near us started to get jostled by the dancers in the front. Aimee got bumped, and a bit of her champagne spilled on the ground. She looked at the back of the guy who bumped into her with a frown on her face and tried to stand closer to me.
The second song ended, and I started to feel claustrophobic. There were really a ton of people in here, and it was almost impossible to move. I looked around and saw several other couples practically standing on top of each other in a hug to save space. Aimee got bumped again, so I acted without thinking and pulled her from my side to stand in front of me. She was facing away from me, toward the band, and I put my feet on the outside of hers. Carefully, I wrapped my arms around her tight stomach and pulled her back into my embrace. I felt her body relax as she leaned back into me. We were now taking up the same amount of space one person would have taken, and the crowd quickly filled in around us. Aimee’s free hand covered mine around her stomach and started to rub it. Her back pushed back a little more against my chest and hips. The sensation of her body against mine started to make my dick hard.
The third song was a slow ballad. Aimee’s hips and ass were doing slow circles against my crotch and pelvis. She wasn’t really dancing, since there was a lack of room, more like swaying with the music. I was rock hard, and she had to feel it press against her body when she moved against me.
About halfway through the song, she flipped her hair over my shoulder and leaned her head back to rest against my chest. She smelled like apples and flowers. Sweet and delicious. Her hair tickled my nose and across my earlobe. My grip tightened around her as I squeezed her to me. I felt her exhale in satisfaction, and her left hand started to rub mine a bit more urgently.
The singer thanked everyone for coming out and mentioned their website. The crowd became a little less dense in the room. Ballads were a good excuse to go grab a drink, and a good chunk of the people had moved to the other room. Their next song was high energy, and the crowd started getting into it again. Aimee had finished the champagne and held the empty flute glass in her hand. I was torn between the desire to get rid of the glass for her and fear of the empty feeling I would have once I let go of her. It was a bad idea to hold her against me. Her body fit well against mine, and my cock was especially pleased by her hip motions. Now she knew I wanted her too.
Realizing my mistake, I grew frustrated and took the glass from her hand and slid my arm away from her. My arms missed her instantly, but not as much as my cock did. She looked over her shoulder back at me as I took a few steps through the crowd and set the empty glass on a vacant table with other discarded booze. I made my way back to Aimee and stood next to her. There was a little more room now, and I didn’t think I should hold her like that again. I shouldn’t have in the first place. What was I thinking?
Aimee had other plans though. Now that I had already put my arms around her, she wanted it again. She stepped in front of me like a dancer about to twirl and then leaned back into me. My arms automatically circled her hips and stomach again. I let out a soft moan as I was assaulted by the pleasurable smell and feel of her body. I wondered if she could feel my heart pounding like a jackhammer through my chest and into her back. Probably not, the music was pretty loud, and I could also feel the bass guitar and drums reverberate through my body.
Aimee seemed satisfied enough in the position she was in for a few songs. But halfway through the fifth song on their set, which was a dance song, she wove her fingers through mine and started to pull my hands off her stomach.
I didn’t know what she intended, but I shouldn’t have been surprised; she moved my hands down to the sides of her hips and then pushed her ass harder against my throbbing cock. The sides of her hips and thighs felt amazing. She wasn’t as muscular as the volleyball girls were, but she still had a rocking body. She probably spent lots of time at the gym. The material of her skirt was smooth, as was her skin. My hands slid effortlessly down from her hips to her thighs, to the top of her skirt, and then back up again. In shock, I realized I was the one instigating the movement of my hands over her tight body. Her arms were up in the air as she tried to dance in the tight crowd. Other fans of the band were doing the same movements in sync with the singer, whose hair was bouncing on stage.
When I reached her hips again, I pulled her back into my cock slightly. My penis was screaming in frustration at the layers of clothes between our bodies. I could feel pre-cum flow from its tip. It was making my underwear even more uncomfortable.
Aimee’s body seemed to acknowledge my hint, and her ass ground even harder against me. My dick sat painfully pointed up in the crack between her butt cheeks. It wanted inside of her so bad. I wanted inside of her just as much. For a brief moment, nothing else mattered. I didn’t care about Jack, Kelly, Katherine, Kim, Beth, my parents. I just wanted Aimee as she danced against me and my hands roamed her perfect body.
She spun around, and I found her face inches from mine. Her face looked excited, and her eyes were pleading as she looked into mine. My hands found themselves cupping her perfect butt cheeks. They were firm and tight. I slowly squeezed them, and I could see her open her lips and moan, even though I couldn’t hear it. Now would be the perfect time to kiss her. I remembered I had already predicted what would happen if I opened that door. I thought about Jack, why hadn’t he called me yet tonight? What would I say to him tomorrow after I fucked the girl he was in love with? I couldn’t do this. I needed to be strong. Aimee’s hands were around my neck. I was lucky she was wearing a skirt. If she had been in pants, she probably would have been straddling one of my legs and grinding me that way. I wouldn’t have been able to resist that.
“Want to get out of here?” I yelled over the crowd as her lips approached mine.
I could see the same variety of emotions across her face. She was annoyed I interrupted her kiss, but then she probably thought leaving the show early meant more time for us to enjoy each other privately back at her house. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat and nodded. Her eyes were wide, and she bit her bottom lip as I led her out of the concert room, back toward the bar to pick up her credit card.
Aimee waved to the bartender and made a writing motion with her hand. There was no way anyone could hear anything unless you wanted to get fa
ce to face with the person and yell. The bartender brought over the bill, and Aimee didn’t even look at it as she signed quickly. I wondered how much it actually was. Had they charged us for the champagne and appetizers? I heard that Black Card holders got special treatment. Like it mattered. Aimee’s boots probably cost more than eating here for a week did.
Now that she wasn’t grinding me, I could think clearly. I could still get out of this. Once we got back to her place, I could just say I had class and work the next day and beat a hasty retreat. She turned toward me after she finished signing. The look in her eyes made me think it wasn’t going to be that easy. She looked like she was smoldering and needed a bucket of water thrown on her, or my cock in her. I’d have to walk this tightrope for another hour at least, alone in the car with her, and hope I didn’t fall.
The front of the club was pretty empty. Just the large bouncer we had seen before, a few people smoking, and the valets. I saw the Ferrari parked ten feet from the valet stand. I didn’t need to give them my ticket; they remembered Aimee and me.
“Help me get in?” she asked as she tugged me toward the passenger side of the blood-red car. The valet opened the door. She grabbed my hand and then carefully lowered herself into the seat with her legs together. Once her butt was secure in the seat, she swung her leather-encased stems off the street and into the car. She looked at the crotch of my jeans and then up at my face with a smile.
I passed the valet ten bucks as he opened the door for me. I spent a few seconds getting the harness on, and then I hit the red button next to the steering wheel. The monster purred to life like a hungry lion. I checked the street for traffic and set off back toward the freeway.
“That was really fun!” Aimee said happily. She was squirming in her seat a bit.
“Yeah, I really liked that band. I don’t know if they will be that successful though.” I trailed off. This was good. Let’s just talk about the band and show for the rest of the car trip.
“Why not?”
“They weren’t mainstream enough. It’s sad, but I don’t think they’ll get any radio play here in LA. But what do I know? I’m sure someone once thought U2 weren’t mainstream enough. Brent knows this industry way better than me, so he probably has a better guess.”
“Well, the band was good, and you were good,” she purred from the seat next to me. I looked over at her cautiously and thought she was going to unbuckle her seat harness and jump me. “I really liked your arms around me. I think we are a good fit. What do you think?” I looked back at the road.
“Listen Aimee, I…”
“What did we talk about before we got here? Just have fun with me tonight. I could tell you were having fun. Your dick is still hard. I can see it through your jeans.” It was true. I hadn’t calmed down yet from her body rubbing against mine. “Your hands felt so good on my body. I can’t wait till we get home,” she finished. She squirmed again in her seat as she fiddled with her seat harness.
I didn’t know what to say. How could I get out of this? The on-ramp to the 134 freeway was ahead. I turned onto it and hit 100 before switching to third gear. Driving fast would take my mind off our conversation. There wasn’t any traffic on the freeway. The dashboard clock said it was thirteen minutes past midnight (was there a Ferrari logo on the clock too?!) and it was a Tuesday night… errr Wednesday morning.
I dropped the speed down to eighty and cruised. We had forty-five minutes ahead of us, alone in the car. I’m sure I would think of a way out of fucking her before we got back to her house. Did I even want to say no? I thought about Jack again. He would be crushed if he found out. Would he find out? The thought of keeping a secret from him made me feel terrible.
“Come on, Eric! Smile for me! You look so glum. The night is still young, and we have already had so many good memories.” Her left hand grabbed my right, which was resting on the center console. She squeezed it.
“Do you have class tomorrow?” I asked, trying to change the subject. I forced some sweetness in my voice.
“Yeah, but not till eleven. And it is an Anthropology class. General Education. I could be half asleep and get an A in it. I’m good to go till like… ummm ten?” She giggled.
I was going to respond when I felt her raise my hand off the armrest. For a second, I was confused. I was about to take my eyes off the road to see what she was doing when I felt her lips gently kiss the bottom of my wrist. Her tongue lightly touched the skin first, before her lips pressed against it, sucked slightly, and parted. Then her tongue licked the same spot, and she repeated the kiss.
I couldn’t believe what she was doing, but I should have expected it. I also couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. I remembered how her tongue flirted with my lips the night we first met. I looked over at her. I think my mouth was open so wide you could have fit a bowling ball in it. She was holding my arm with both hands and gently licking, kissing, and sucking on my wrist where the fleshy part of my palm turned into the veins of my arm. Her eyes looked into mine seductively, and a moan escaped her lips.
I couldn’t talk. My head was swimming with emotions and sensations. She lightly bit my wrist and then kissed it again. I felt like my cock was about to rip through my jeans, and I started moaning. It came out of my chest like an escaping space shuttle. I couldn’t help but lean closer to her so she could lick it easier. I turned back toward the road so I wouldn’t crash. That would have been embarrassing.
I gasped as her tongue licked the tip of my pointer finger. I looked over at her as another moan ripped through my body. Her pink tongue licked along the sides and over the tip of my finger while she closed her eyes. She looked like she was enjoying a piece of decadent chocolate. Her eyes slowly opened halfway to look at me. She saw me watching her, so she smiled and slid my finger into her mouth.
The inside of her mouth felt amazing. I didn’t even know what she was doing or how she was doing it, but every breath leaving my body was a moan. She sucked when I needed to be sucked; she licked when I needed to be licked, and her mouth put the perfect amount of pressure on my finger. Katherine and Kelly were amazing with their blow jobs, but Aimee was bringing me close to an orgasm with my fucking finger. I couldn’t believe it. I felt my hips start to buck. My cock was jealous.
“Oh my god, Aimee. That feels so good,” I said through gasps. She moaned and pulled my finger out of her mouth briefly. Cold air hit it, adding to the sensations running through my mind.
“I love hearing you say that. Say it again.” Her mouth ran down my finger again.
“That feels so good, Aimee; I can’t believe how good it feels.” I was lost. If she told me to pull over right now and fuck her, I would. Sorry, Jack. I couldn’t help myself.
“Do you want me?” she purred the question as I felt my finger get cold again.
“Yes. I want you sooo bad, Aimee. Fuck. Oh god.” She went back to licking my finger.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, Eric.” She moaned around my finger. “I wanted you the first second I saw you. When we get back home, I’m going to fuck you like I should have done last Saturday.” I moaned again. Somehow, we had made it to the 101, and I was about to get on the 405. This car practically drove itself now. “Before we get home, you should know something…” Aimee continued. Her voice was dripping with honey.
“Ohhh?” I couldn’t tell if I moaned it or whispered it.
She stopped licking my hand and gently laid it on her left leg, just above the end of her leather boot. I could feel the smooth inside of her thigh. In less than thirty minutes, those legs would be wrapped around my waist or my face, as I pleasured her.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” she said it seductively, but it hit me like Big Ben rings across London at midnight. She took her hands off mine. It was apparent what she wanted me to do.
If the Greek stories were true, then the sirens looked like Aimee, spoke with her voice, and tempted Ulysses’ men with the same methods Aimee was using on me. I’d been sucked in by her. Her l
ifestyle was everything people wanted. The money, the power, the freedom, the beauty. All of her friends were part of the tapestry. They were all good-looking, rich, and they invited me in. They picked me out of my middle-class lifestyle and offered me a taste of what they had. Did I want this? Would it make my life better? Was betraying my best friend for a taste of Aimee and her life worth it? I thought about Aimee’s views on love. Would she break up with Jack tomorrow? Would I be her next flavor till she got tired of me? Was that the way it should be? I agreed with her during the ride to the club, but now I felt panic.
My mind spun as I tried to decide what to do. It was my decision now. I just had to move my hand a few more inches and Aimee would be moaning like I was moments ago. Then I realized it was too late for my brain to make a decision. My hand had already slid down her leg.
We both gasped as my fingers, wet from her tongue, rubbed against the lips of her dripping wet pussy and slid inside of her.
She was tight and warm. I couldn’t really fit more than my pointer finger in. After a few seconds, I slowly pulled it out. I could hear the sound of it sliding out of her over the engine of the car. She moaned as I pushed it in again. This time, I went in a bit deeper.
It was an awkward position. The Ferrari was pretty wide, and the seats were low. I had to lean a bit toward her, angle my arm over the center console, and face my palm toward her door. My thumb ended up finding her clit, while my pointer finger pushed and rubbed into her wet hole. My fingers and thumb were dripping with her wetness after a few seconds. She was really turned on.
“Eric. Eric. Eric. Eric.” She was chanting my name over and over. I looked over to see her reaction to my fingers. She had her lower body pushed toward me slightly, and her back was pressed as far as she could get it toward the door so I would have easier access to her pussy. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her mouth was open in a mixture of pleasure and agony. Her legs were spread wide out across the floor of the car, feet flat so her knees were actually higher than her hips.
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