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This story takes place in the winter of 2012. I was 21 at the time. I decided when I was on Facebook one day as kind of a spur of a moment thing to go to my friend Trina’s 21st birthday party. I met Trina in high school, senior year. We didn’t know each other well, but I noticed her. She, of course, noticed me. Trina was a pretty girl originally from Florida. She was short with not that many eye popping curves, and with a very ladylike personality. I learned a lot of things when I went to her birthday party.At this time, I was a club-going novice. I only went clubbing one other time. To be honest, the reason why I was going was simple. I wanted to dance like an idiot. The second reason was… I wanted to have someone twerk on my dick, preferably Trina.Soon, the night of the party came. I had no idea what to wear. In my closet was either sportswear or church clothes. No in between. I was thinking to myself, “Damn, I might be overdressed here.”With the help of my mother, I picked black shirt and slacks with black and white Jordans to wear. The club was downtown. I got beşevler escort dropped off by ten o’clock. The first thing I learned in the club was: Never arrive early to a party. The second thing I learned after arriving almost immediately was: I was at my friend’s birthday party, by myself. The club is a “squad” experience. I had no “squad”. I was immediately out of my element.By eleven o’clock, they were not even there. I sat on the couch in the back. I looked right. I looked left. I looked all around observing these people in this dark atmosphere. I was overdressed. I still looked good. I began to see so many skimpy to slutty dresses that I began to check out some of them. Finally, at midnight, the dance floor opened. I was beginning to get second thoughts about my invite… When the birthday girl and her entourage arrived clearly in a stretch SUV.“Is that a stretch Excursion? I got questions,” I said, in my mind.Her dress was slightly eroticized, not as much as the others I saw, but it did attract my attention. cebeci escort She wore a pink body dress which showed her figure. It was short but just short enough to be a tease, which I liked. She looked good. All things considered. However, as the party went on and alcohol came in the equation… I learned things about her that I would never forget.While I danced, her and her entourage celebrated her birthday with two giant bottles of liquor. Before long, she had that feeling in her. I looked at her while she danced in the club with other people. Slowly but surely, my mind began to wonder. She did look kind of sexy on the dance floor. I had a weakness for girls with a little “bad” in them. I went over there where they were at.“Chad!” she yelled with a big smile on her juicy lips.“Trina! Happy birthday, girl.” I smiled, and hugged her. She felt warm. I liked her scent when we touched briefly. “Damn, girl. You look good. Look at you, all looking good. What’s been up with you?” I said, trying to be cool, but kolej escort failing miserably. Trina and myself graduated with honors and would eventually go to college together for a while.“Eh, nothing much, just work and classes. You? You look good.”“Yeah, you think? Thanks. School can be a bitch sometimes.” I said to her.After a while, she danced with me. Little by little, she became lit. Then I saw something I didn’t notice before. I saw a little slit on her little form fitting pink dress. Her dress flared up a few times, teasing my eyes. Until finally I saw a little surprise… It was her secret box.What was in said secret box? That was my obsession now as my penis twitched while dancing. She was shaking her little tight ass on me. I was in awe. She looked back at me. She turned me on. She was so ladylike when sober. Now I’m learning things that are on another level. She was so pretty.“You like that?” she said while twerking on my groin area. Did she know I was hard? Was I that obvious? Was she that drunk? Nonetheless, I had to be truthful no matter how many questions I had in my head. I nodded. I went on dancing with her for a few more songs. I danced with more voracity and more body than I should. I didn’t even know if she had a man. The friction between us became closer and closer, until my hand touched her ebony leg and she grazed my semi-hard penis. She looked back. She said nothing.
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