Post by mac on Nov 17, 2016 22:02:31 GMT
Amy thrashed her body along to the music overhead, her wild curls bouncing around as she did so. She didn’t even know the name of the guy she was grinding on but she didn’t care to know it. Her ass was pressed to his front and he had his hands locked on her hips. He wasn’t that cute in the face but his torso was ripped as hell. Amy had spent a half hour with him and when the song overhead ended and turned around and the guy’s hands remained on her hips. She grinned, her smile loose from the alcohol she’d already consumed.
”Imma gonna go find another drink, kay?” She said. The guy didn’t seem to want to let her go and Amy giggled again, and booped the guy on the nose. He was a lot stronger than her and as he pushed his lower body against her, Amy could tell he had less than innocent intentions for tonight. She smirked more seductively and leaned up to press her lips against the guy’s cheek. ”I promise, I’ll be right back,” she said, sliding her hands down his body to his pants. The guy only let her go when she agreed to a kiss in the middle of the dance floor. Once he was satisfied, she twirled away with no intention of finding that guy again. He’d likely find another girl with curly hair to dance with, and have sex with. All Amy had to do was bide her time and avoid his wandering gaze.
She found another person beside her at the drink table. He was hot – tall, with just a hunt of stubble and a good scent to him. She slowly reached over to tap him on the shoulder.
”Scuse me, cutie, I can’t reach the glasses behind you,” She said, though if she really wanted to, she could have pushed the guy aside. Instead, she wanted an excuse to talk. She grinned and twirled some hair between her fingers. ”Wha’s your name?”
