We went to an upscale club downtown and Molly announced had reserved the VIP room for our party. I was blown away at how much money she was spending and clumsily offered to pay half of the night’s festivities. I knew Chris made good money, but this had to be extremely expensive. Molly giggled and said the owner of the club was a friend and he had arranged the limo, so it only cost a fraction of what I was imagining. I knew we had downed at least a case of bubbly in addition to the other costs, so I guiltily offered to pay for that. Chris overheard me and said they were collecting from the other guests to cover any liquor costs. I wasn’t convinced but I had made the offer so my chivalrous nature was assuaged.
Once inside, Megan dragged me to dance floor before we could order drinks. I didn’t complain as I was tipsy from the champagne in the limo ride. In no time, she molded her body against mine. I noticed her tongue flick against her lips; then she slowly ran it over them. My cock went from slightly happy to fully erect in a split second. Her eyes widened as she felt it. Her eyes darkened and she spun to face away from me and pressed her firm ass against my erection. My hands were on her hips. Apparently that was not enough for Megan as she placed her hands on mine and slowly slid them around her hips to her stomach and up to just beneath her breasts before moving them back to her side and down to squeeze her ass. She moaned as my hands continued roaming over her body. She looked at me over her shoulder and pulled my head down for a steamy kiss. I knew I was in deep trouble, but my dick was thinking that it wasn’t a bad situation to be in. After thirty minutes of dirty dancing, I was jolted back to the present when Megan’s right hand began stroking my cock through my slacks as she pulled me down for another passionate kiss. I heard a few cat-calls and looked up to see who was watching our show. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Molly’s shocked expression before she whirled away and disappeared into the crowd. Damn. I had been flattered by the attention and let my other head do the thinking. I leaned toward Megan and said I had to use the rest room. I disentangled myself from her and headed off in the direction Molly had. I found her in the hallway, facing away from me. “Molly, I . . .” My words died in my throat when I saw the tears marring her sculpted cheeks.
“You promised!” she growled and lunged at me, hurling her small frame into me. I took a step back and raised my hands in surrender as she pounded her fists against my chest. I was too stunned to speak or move to defend myself. After a few minutes, her blows ceased and she wrapped her arms around me sobbing against my chest. I was finally broken from my shock and wrapped my arms around her.
“I’m sorry.” I muttered. It was all I could say and rather than soothe the blubbering woman in my arms my words only made her bawl more. I ran my fingers through her hair and simply held her while she cried. I knew Megan would be wondering where I had disappeared but I was more concerned with the woman in my arms. Finally Molly’s sobs subsided and she stepped back. Tears still streamed down from her shimmering eyes, but she was clearly trying to pull herself together so she could say something.
“I’m sorry. I know it isn’t fair to you. I’m married, but I can’t STAND the idea of you being with her.” Molly wiped her eyes, and I did my best to look abashed. “She always does this. I doubt she wants you, she just wants to take you from me!” My mouth dropped open. Did she realize what she was saying? Sure I was extremely attracted to her but had never acted on it and I had no idea she had feelings for me as well. Looking back, I can see it now but in the moment I was certain I was simply projecting what I wanted her to feel. After all, she and Chris seemed so happy, so there would be no room in her heart for me. I am very dense when it comes to a woman’s feelings. I realized I was standing there gaping at her, and attempted to will myself to say something. Preferably something smooth and charming. But nothing came out of my mouth. Molly shifted back and forth on one foot while staring up at me. My mouth moved, but no words came from my lips. Tears still fell from her eyes, but the flow had lessened. I took solace in the fact that at least she could see the shock on my face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. You’re single and so is Megan. You can do what you want,” she mumbled bitterly. “I’m drunk, so let’s just forget this talk. Okay?” She tried to paste a smile on her face, but I could see that it failed to reach her eyes. I stepped forward to hug her again, but Molly pushed past me and headed back to the dance floor.
I sighed heavily and headed to the bathroom. My shirt was wet where she had cried into it and I did my best to dry it. I didn’t want Megan to know that our actions had brought tears to her sister. Satisfied that I had gotten most of it, I made my way to VIP area and ordered a stiff drink. The waitress brought it quickly and I downed it before she finished distributing the round so I ordered another. Molly was nowhere to be seen, so I sat and mingled with our friends and was drinking steadily until Megan found me and dragged me back out on the dance floor. Despite her best efforts, I couldn’t respond the way I had during our first dance. I could feel her growing frustrated with my lack of reaction, but my mind was filled with the sight of Molly standing there waiting for me to reply. I chastised myself for freezing up. During my “wild phase” I prided myself on being smooth and suave. I was never at a loss for words and could sling a line of B.S. at a second’s notice. I noticed Megan had stopped moving, so I looked down at her questioningly. Clearly I had missed something in my reverie. Her hands were on her hips and I could see her eyes smoldering with barely constrained fury. “I asked if you fucked my bitch of a sister!” Megan yelled, drawing the attention of everyone around us. Suddenly, everyone was standing around watching.
“No,” I growled. “And never call her a bitch in my presence.”
“Then what happened?” her voice grew louder as she ranted. “You couldn’t keep your hands off me and then bam! I might as well be dancing with my brother. Are you gay?”
“Nothing happened. And I’m not gay.” I growled through gritted teeth. I was losing my cool. While I may not have been attentive to her during our dance, my dick certainly had and was as hard as I had been all night. I turned to walk away, but Megan grabbed my arm. I glared at her hand, but she refused to take the hint.
“Damn it, talk to me! I thought you liked me! Now you seem like a different man,” she whined. The crowd had gathered closer, watching the show and trying to hear every word.
“I am not getting into this here. Follow me and we can talk.” With that I jerked my arm away from her grasp and headed back to our area. I sat with my friends and we laughed about my impending demise. I tried to take it easy on the booze, but the waitress brought me a double every time no matter what I said. I didn’t see Megan again until we were all piling into the limo. She refused to look at me, so I rolled my eyes. I helped the ladies stagger into the limo and then turned to help arrange one of the guests across the back seat as she was sound asleep in her husband’s arms. When Megan and I wound up sitting on opposite ends of the bench, Molly quirked her eyebrow at me. I shrugged and soon had a fresh glass of champagne in my hand. I sipped it slowly, but both Megan and Molly seemed determined to outdrink the other. Megan leaned forward and whispered something to the driver. As we made our way back toward our side of town, the limo took an unexpected exit. I looked at Megan as we wound through the city but she refused to meet my gaze. “Who lives here?” one of our friends slurred when we pulled up to a large townhouse.
“I do,” Megan huffed.
Chris perked up at this. “I thought you were staying at our place?”
“I have a stomach ache,” Megan replied as she climbed out. She caught her heel on the curb and nearly faceplanted. One of the guests laughed, and she strode away angrily. When I turned to face the remaining people Molly was staring at me, with an unreadable expression on her face. I shrugged, not knowing how else to respond. Chris fell asleep as we dropped the rest of the guests off at their houses. Soon, it was just Molly, Chris and me.
I was still trying to get my head around what she had said earlier. Did she really think I belonged to her? Did that mean she was in love with me? I was so engrossed in my thoughts I didn’t notice Molly move until she crawled into my lap. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday,” her words struggled to escape her inebriated mind. She leaned in, resting her head on my shoulder. She reeked of booze. It was the first time I had seen her this drunk. “I had planned on giving you a lap dance at the club, but then I got jealous.” I was shocked how easily I understood her drunk speech. “How about I give you a rain check?” she giggled and pushed her breasts into my face. I was partially sober, but couldn’t resist burying my face in her cleavage. God she smelled good! I nuzzled her breasts, kissing every inch of exposed flesh. I kissed my way up to her neck and heard the most delicious groan escape her lips. I raked my teeth across her collarbone and felt her shiver against me. Her hands grabbed my face and tilted it up as she crushed her lips against mine. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, causing me to groan and wrap my arms tightly around her. I knew I should stop, but I was lost in the moment. Molly hiked her skirt up and straddled my quickly growing erection. She ground against it as we devoured the other’s tongue. Luckily, the limo had reached my house before things got too far out of hand. I noticed the divider was down and the driver was watching me make out with another man’s wife. Seeing him watch us sobered me up enough to stop. Molly fought me as I pushed her off me and crawled out of the limo. I smiled and thanked her for a great night. I walked up to the driver and handed him a $50.00 thanking him for a great night and his discretion. Yeah, it was a slimy thing to do, but I didn’t want Molly’s reputation to suffer from my lack of self-control.
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