We go out on the dance floor and find a spot next to Aiden and Angela dancing. “Oh hey lovers, when did you two get here?” Aiden says sarcastically. I try to reply to him but my beautiful, blond girlfriend in grinding into me so hard I can’t concentrate on anything else.

            She is terribly off beat though, so I turn back to her and redirect her hip swinging to a more natural and on the beat sway. We are chest to chest, with her right leg in between my legs. She is basically humping me, rather than dancing, and with each thrust her thigh rubs my center in the most amazing way. She knows the effect she is having on me as she does this, so she starts to kiss at my neck and slips her hand up the back of my shirt. Note to self; drunk Spencer is an uncontainable horny Spencer.

            I’m getting much more into this than I should before I realize where we are and I grab her hand and turn her around abruptly so her back is to my front. I continue to guide her hips as we grind to the music and I’ve realized that this position is no less enticing than the previous.

            I slip my thumbs into the belt loops on the front of her jean mini-skirt in a futile attempt to not let them wander. But my fingers hang dangerously close to her center and I’m finding it hard to forget that fact as we grind harder to the music. Then she tilts her head and moves her hair to one shoulder, leaning her head back onto my own shoulder, revealing her impossibly alluring neck that is just calling out to my lips and her even more mouth-watering breasts that threaten to peak out from her low cut shirt, tempting me as beads of sweat drip down into the abyss that is her perfect cleavage. I can’t resist anymore and she knows it. I’m throwing in the towel as I lean impossibly closer to her and whisper, “Bathroom. Now.”

            We scurry to the bathroom like two kids headed for the ice cream truck; only my treat tastes much better than ice cream. We burst into the stall, all over each other as I kick the door shut with my foot, barely registering if I locked it or not. Never letting my lips leave hers, I slam her against the wall, pressing my body into hers so hard that she might have bruises tomorrow.