Rain hurtling down the gutters and attacking us waves, we waited three quarters of an hour to get into the nightclub, the last one open in town. A birthday outing for a friend had already backfired severely after a large percentage of the party had drunk too much and gone home and I, despite being left as guardian of two of the hottest girls in the party, was starting to regret my decision to not follow suit. The bouncers eyed us up cautiously as we hid ourselves under a barely waterproof jacket, one between the three of us. The giddiness of previous alcohol intake and the fun aspect of the whole event was beginning to dissipate but I was taking solace in watching the water drip slowly down the back of the dress of the girl in front of me. Highlighting the curve of her shoulders and contours of her slender frame, the rain made the soft fabric cling to her figure and allowed me to at least imagine some warm place where I might be able to fully view this angelic body.

This was Erin. We had been friends for years before this night and for long periods of this time I had wondered whether or not we might be perfectly suited for each other. Around 5’7”, slim, long brown hair with subtle highlights, perfect attributes offset by a beautifully kind face and an elegant posture showing off the best of her tanned legs. Having greeted her hours before at the train station, I found my eyes drawn in two separate directions; finding her bare shoulders lead smoothly down to a partially exposed, young, confident, cleavage whilst the hem of her dress rose far enough up her enticing thighs to tempt the brain further, but unfortunately not the hand. We had both recently come out of fairly long-term relationships and, although we were certainly close, had never been especially flirty enough to entertain such thoughts of a different kind of friendship.

Beside her was Annabel who, as we gradually moved forward in the queue, encouraged in me much more exhilarating thoughts of possibility. She was a girl with devastating style and little respect for the way she was viewed by other people, especially the boys surrounding her. At about 5’2” and weighing little more than 6 stone, she is easily the smallest person of raw sexual energy I have seen. A strict regime of middle-distance running and a good diet gave her an extraordinarily well carved figure which presented her breasts perfectly in a stunning emerald mini-dress, complete with glimpses of a lacy pink bra at the front and the strap invitingly wrapped round her toned back. These were the two girls I had to restrain myself to polite conversation with as we waited in line, finding it increasingly hard to relax my heart rate as the wind provided secret glances at these delicate bodies.

Eventually we found ourselves at the bar inside and, given another half an hour and three shots of tequila each, I found myself alone with Erin, or as alone as you can be amongst a club full of drunken people dancing. However, these were the people we were now amongst and as I slowly gave way to the mixture of alcohol and a bass-heavy sound system controlling my movements, I felt the tender flow of her body rise up through mine as she sensually grazed her ass against my stiffening cock, bringing my nervous hands round to feel the tantalising curves of her hips. I held on tight, bringing her closer in so that by the end of the next song we were fully grinding against each other and clearly in need of some release. Disappointingly, we were rudely interrupted by Annabel who had swiftly gone the way of other friends and was in dire need of returning home after a shot too many. I was initially very annoyed by this, fearing that I faced another lonely night at home with a depleted wallet and a strong feeling of dissatisfaction, but I tried to stay positive. There seemed a high possibility that Annabel might be sick at some point in the near future, and so Erin guided us towards the large block of unisex toilets where she got Annabel into a cubicle and had her sit down.