Ronda blushed, and Danielle said, “Real smart, bitch, you don’t even know this guy and you’re announcing you’re here illegally, that you have a fake, and that you’re only 16. Better hope he’s not some perv who likes them young!”
They laughed together and Ronda asked me in mock seriousness, “Are you a perv?”
My face reddened, and I tried to buy some time to think of a response by taking the last pull from my beer.
“That isn’t a no!” Danielle said wickedly, and they both burst into more laughter.
I smiled weakly and tried to steer the conversation again away from dangerous waters. “Sooo, your birthday was Tuesday, huh? That’s cool, mine is this Monday.”
Danielle beamed. “That’s awesome, how old will you be?” She leaned in as she said it, and I felt a boob brush against my arm before she leaned back again.
“Um, uh,” I cleared my throat and I tried to remember what she had just said to me. “Um, 23! I’ll be 23,” I said in a rush.
“Old man!” they both squealed at the same time and broke into fits of laughter.
I grinned and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, just because you two are still playing with My Little Pony doesn’t make me old, it just makes you young.”
“And we already established that you’re a perv who likes them young!” Danielle teased and Ronda burst into a fresh bout of laughter.
“We did no such thing!” I said with feigned indignation. “I swear, I’m a perv who likes them over the legal age!”
They both broke into more laughter, and I suddenly felt Danielle’s hand on my thigh. “Oh my god, I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe!” she wheezed.
“I think I peed a little!” Ronda blurted and the gales of laughter erupted all over again. Danielle’s hand moved a couple inches and was now firmly on my inner thigh, dangerously close to my suddenly awakening manhood. The two of them gasped and tried to catch their breath, laughing still.
The waitress appeared by the table, and I ordered another beer, and the girls ordered margaritas. The young woman picked up my empty and, eyeing the X’s on the girl’s hands, and said, “Be right back with your beer and two virgin margaritas.”
Danielle stuck her tongue out at her retreating back and jokingly said, “That’s right, bitch, you better walk away!” I watched her glistening pink tongue slide across her lips and back into her mouth, and the dirty thoughts going through my head caused a further stiffening in my pants.
Her hand still hadn’t moved from its place on my inner thigh.
Clearing my throat, I said to Ronda, “So I take it you have a fake ID?”
“Whatever are you talking about?” she asked innocently.
I snorted and she smiled and said, “I’ll show it to you after the waitress comes back, would be kind of suspicious if she caught you closely examining my ID.”
“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen an actual fake ID before, does it really look real?”
“There’s a girl at school whose older brother makes them. Mine says I am 19,” she said sheepishly, “No one would believe I am 21, and I can go dancing in this club, and my big brother buys us all the alcohol we ask for… so I just said make me 19,” she finished lamely.
“And I guess you don’t need a fake anymore, you can just use your real ID,” I said to Danielle.
“Is that your subtle way of saying you wanna see mine too, to make sure I really am 18? Apparently you like them young, will you be disappointed if I really am?” She smirked suggestively and I felt her hand gently squeeze and release my thigh. I groaned inwardly as my cock swelled in response.
“I, er, I mean, nothing…” I started to protest, but I was saved by the return of the waitress with our drinks. She placed the beer and two margaritas on the table, and watched as I leaned back and stretched my legs out a bit to make it easier to get my money clip out of my pocket. This had the effect of making the placement of Danielle’s hand obvious to anyone who looked, as she kept it firmly in place, moving it in sync with the movement of my legs and hips.
Ronda giggled, and covered her grin with a hand, and the waitress looked at us with raised eyebrows. I blushed furiously, and peeled off a $50 and mumbled, “Keep the change.” The waitress smiled and turned with a flare of her hips and ass and sauntered away.
Danielle watched appreciatively as I replaced the clip in my pocket and settled back, her hand never leaving its spot so close to my crotch. She leaned forward to pick up her glass, and just happened to give me a perfect view down the front of her shirt, the smooth flesh of her round tits glowing in the club’s illumination.
“Thanks for the drinks, perv,” she purred, and I felt her hand slowly rub a circle around my thigh, brushing against the uncomfortable bulge of my hard-on trapped in my pants. Another gentle squeeze and her hand was gone, and I sighed in both relief and disappointment.
We enjoyed our drinks and the girls chatted animatedly with me for a while. Danielle never missed an opportunity to touch me, playfully swatting my arm, or putting her hand my leg, or brushing her breasts against me whenever she adjusted her posture.
I told them I had just graduated college the year before and had been hired as a software engineer at a small start-up right out of school. They seemed impressed, though I think it was more at the money I hinted I was making, and the fat money clip I pulled out when we ordered another round of drinks. I described my apartment in town, and told some stories from school and college.
In turn, the girls confirmed they still attended the local high school, and told some stories of their own about slutty cheerleaders, the popular football player who was rumored to have a micro-penis, and other shenanigans. They gossiped and argued about boys, music and which classmate was most likely to end up stripping.
After a while, Danielle grabbed my hand and entwined her fingers with mine and said, “Come on, I wanna dance!” Ronda hopped up, and I groaned as Danielle stood and pulled my arm, trying to get me out of my seat. I slowly and reluctantly stood, giving a feeble protest that I don’t really dance, and they would be embarrassed to be seen on the dance floor with me and my moves.
“Don’t worry, just stand and sway your hips and we’ll just dance and grind on you!” Ronda beamed at me devilishly.
“First I gotta pee,” Danielle announced, and dragged me towards the hall where the nearest restrooms were located, Ronda trailing close behind. As expected, there was a line for the ladies room.
Danielle looked annoyed, then a a devilish grin spread across her face and she whispered a single word, “Reconnaissance,” and quickly stepped to the end of the hall and peered around the corner, back into the employee recesses of the club.
She disappeared around the corner for a few long moments, before bouncing back to us and whispering conspiratorially into Ronda’s ear. Ronda blushed slightly, and put a hand to her mouth to hide a smile and nodded.
She and Danielle slowly and with feigned casualness sauntered towards the back hallway, pulling me along, and when it seemed like no one was paying attention, quickly pushed me around the bend and into a dark hallway, out of view of anyone. The hall ended with what appeared to be a fire door to outside, and there was another door marked storage.
I was immediately shoved up against a wall, and I felt Danielle’s lips on mine. She pressed herself to me, and it only took a moment of surprise before I eagerly kissed her back, and I felt her body melt into me. She had her hands in my hair, locking her lips to my mouth, her soft tongue exploring my lips and playfully entwining with mine.
It was a glorious, mind-melting kiss, and I can’t say I’ve ever experienced better. We stood frozen in that moment, our mouths interlocked, our tongues wrestling, our bodies molded to each other. She lifted a leg up high to my waist, and I reached down and ran a hand up its silky length before grabbing it under her bare thigh, reveling in the smooth flesh, as she wrapped it around me, grinding herself on my leg.
My other hand fell from her back and found a handful of ass and I gripped it tightly, groping her. Danielle ground her shorts-clad crotch against my leg, and moaned against my mouth as we kissed. I felt my cock harden in response, and apparently so did she, because she moaned again and dropped one hand from my head and pushed it between our entangled bodies. She quickly found the bulge and pressed her hand hard against it, rubbing in circles and squeezing my hard-on through my pants.
It was my turn to moan, as pleasure washed through my body, coming in waves from the way she worked my cock through my pants. I forced my hand down the back of her tight shorts, getting another handful of her, this time of bare ass flesh.
We kissed and grinded against each other for several moments, and I was getting a bit lightheaded as all my blood left my brain and headed straight to my raging hard-on.
“Jeez, get a room you two,” Ronda giggled, and I suddenly came back to reality. I had forgotten where I was and that Ronda was standing right there, watching Danielle and I grope each other.
“We will,” Danielle purred devilishly, and pulled me away from the wall, and pushed open a door a couple feet further down the dark hall. “You’ll watch?” she asked Ronda, who giggled and nodded, nervously peaking back around the corner towards the restrooms and the busy club beyond them.
“Be quick,” she warned with a smile, and Danielle dragged me through the now open doorway.
I found myself in what must have been an unused office/storage area. There were old, dusty light fixtures strewn about, some beat up speakers and wiring piled haphazardly around the room, and various discarded items in here. There was a dust-covered desk against the left wall, with a few scattered flyers across its surface.
Danielle turned back to me as I pushed the door closed behind us, and her lips were attacking me again. Her hands gripped the sides of my face, locking our mouths together as she forced her tongue into me. I put my hands on the bare flesh just above her waist and then ran them up and under her short crop top, pawing at her bra-covered breasts. I got a good handle on each of them and squeezed and groped her.
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