What did you say to her again? You’re an abusive piece of shit that’s been using me for the last two weeks?”I nodded again and she laughed.“I ...hink that’s the first time you actually shouted at one of us, and damn did you go off like a firework. When it was over I even went to check on her and she was bawling like baby, curled up in the corner and giving me some bullshit excuse that her cramps were bad,” she rolled her eyes and looked at me, “We’re all on the pill by the way so our periods are. Stacy goes with me. While we are in the bathroom I tell Stacy that her husband is rather excited. Stacy asks me “What do you mean?” I told her that Tom is sporting a hard on and he was rubbing it against me while we danced. I hoped she wouldn’t be mad. Stacy said that she was sorry but then she laughed and said that “Sam was excited too.” This time it was my turn to be sorry. We talked a little and both agreed that enjoyed it and agreed we will just see where it goes. As we were leaving the. The place was full of people, dancing and having fun. A girl with long straight dark hair, walked across the dance floor towards me. She wore a not so typical little black dress. It was very figure hugging and low cut. She looked above the crowd, the type of look that could silence a room (and possibly would, if I wasn't playing loud dance music). Her high heels made her hips swing slightly as she stepped towards me. She leant on the counter at the side of the DJ box. Her already, high lifted. Although Alison had been motionless as she had watched her friend beingseduced by the tall black basketball player, her seat companion had beenbusy. Alison had held her legs together very tightly as he had moved hiscatcher's mitt sized hand up and down her quivering thigh. Alison triedto ignore the hand and the sensations that were rippling through herbeautiful body in the hopes that they would all go away. The hand movedup and down her leg, moving farther north each time, until it was.