Alli was my best friend. I shared everything with her. When I told her about my night with the tattooed man, I knew she would want to meet him. It was her idea to go to the local nightclub in the hope of finding him, and she was right.
In our usual hyperactive, extremely horny mood, we dressed for the night; short, tight dresses, no underwear, and set off to the club.
The club was dark and smoky. We felt eyes on us as we moved through the crowd, to the bar, but, as yet, his eyes were not one of them. Ordering Tequila shots, we took turns licking the salt off the others cleavage, sipping the alcohol, and sucking the lemon from each others mouths. As the Tequila went to our head, we made our way to the dance floor. It was then that I saw him. As I read the tattoo on the back of his neck, "Fuck The World", flashes of our last encounter flew through my mind, "Im your world, fuck me!" I could feel myself getting wet at the memory. Alli grabbed my hand, pulling me to her. His deep brown eyes met mine and I could see recognition play across his smile. Then the music took hold, something bluesy, sexy. Alli held me closer, her leg sliding between mine, her thigh nuzzling my crotch. We moved together, as one. Hands wondering over each other. Backs, arms, thighs, breasts. I was taunt under my dress, aching for her touch. Our lips met, hesitantly at first. Her lips grazed mine so delicately. Tangling my fingers in her long hair, I pulled her head to me, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth, kissing her passionately. Our hands grasped each other.
All eyes were on us, but there was only one pair I cared about. As her tongue probed my mouth, I turned to watch him. His eyes were wide. Shock and pleasure mixed into one. Moving my hand from her hip, I beaconed him to join us. Pulling him in behind me. Pushing my arse into his familiar bulge, I placed his hands on my bare thighs, encouraging him to travel under my dress. Alli broke the kiss and looked at me. Sex was on he... Läs hela novellen
