Previous parts here: Part 1

Part 2

Spectres was packed. Just as well for a Friday night though. Known as the flesh-pit club closest to campus, this was where you came when you wanted some action.…

Claire felt amazing.

Euphoric, buzzing with what she’d just seen and heard. Her head full of images of Laura cumming in Jordan’s lap – that wonderful moment when Claire had heard her crush admit to wanting her.

It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Fizzing sparks of joy that kept firing in her brain, making her want to bark manic laughter into the faces of those dancing nearby; her body singing with residual pleasure. A fire still smoldered within her – whirling club lights making her think of embers rising from a barely extinguished blaze. A fiery lust inside that she’d been trying to smother for so long, flaring suddenly and urgently earlier at what she’d witnessed.

That blissful release watching her roommate and the director of their stage production had done little to burn through the fuel of her desire, stoking it if anything. Claire wanting more than anything to be pressed against her curvy friend's perfect tits right now, dancing with her here in the club  – grinding her wet, needy pussy against Laura’s thigh and kissing her soft lips…

Yeah… that gasping moment watching Laura quiver and cum riding Jordan’s bulge had sated nothing. Instead, every part of Claire was consumed by a driving need to cum again - making every inch of her flesh pulse…

Shouldering through the crowds looking for her friends, the icy drink in her hand dripped condensation onto the heat of her exposed belly as she raised her glass to push through a tight group near the bar. Claire had dispensed of her long sweater as soon as she’d felt the heat in the cloakroom queue. Stripping down to just a white bralette and dark leggings that left a lot of skin on show and little to the imagination, but she was ready to own it tonight. Eager to have eyes on her body - happy to be desired.

She searched through the packed bodies dancing in the dark. Thudding bass assaulting her senses, making her even more light-headed as she felt the alcohol start to do its thing. Claire knew what she was like when she got this way - horny and drunk was a dangerous combination for her… Best she find her cast mates before she found herself some trouble.

But her little group of cast and crew were nowhere to be found…

Instead, she found staring eyes wherever she turned. Hungry looks, charged with primal motive. Claire felt their gaze cling to her body – her breasts, hips and thighs. The intensity of it nearly overwhelming, however much she welcomed it… Almost as though she was being hunted by some shifting mass of male lust, stalked through the cramped venue while she shuffled through narrowing spaces flanked with writhing anatomy.

 A beautiful man with a stunning smile stepped into her path, slipping a hand around her waist and pulling her close to his body. A coy smirk was his only reward as Claire snaked out of his embrace and turned away – sipping her drink while she moved to the music; waiting for him to return and try again… Two others stepped close just as she felt hands on her hips and smiling guy’s presence over her shoulder. She drained the remains of the vodka in her glass and held it out for one of the pack to take away…

Claire allowed herself to be absorbed into the throng of bodies, letting her fingers find firm, muscled torsos - barely covered in open shirts, pressing in on all sides. Smiling when she felt the pressure of exploring hands graze the tops of her thighs or her bare midriff.

The wide smiles of the men surrounding her were something more than simply friendly. Teeth bared, their feral stares seem to strip fabric from flesh and expose her further – Claire imagining her tight leggings and ruined underwear melting away before their eyes. That feeling of vulnerability intense and incredibly arousing, verging on overstimulation – heat surging up her neck, chest flushed. Her pussy still so wet from before, hot and aching once more, yearning for one of these barely restrained animals dancing around her to force his hand between her thighs and make her scream with pleasure…

With time they became bolder… Touching which had been tentative before now firm and unreserved. Greedy hands that grasped and kneaded, groping at sensitive tits with an entitled arrogance that made her moan with lust and squirm in their grip, nipples bolt hard under strangers' palms.

Finally she felt the unmistakable pressure of a hard cock grinding against her ass, and she backed up against it, groaning at a blissful surge of pulsing heat between her thighs as her body shuddered with pleasure at the contact.

Shimmering, strobe-lit silhouettes moved across her vision while deafening music drowned out her gasps and moans. Sight and sound were lost to her; Claire’s world defined only by touch, taste and smell now… Men kissed her in this fog of feeling, taking her hands and pushing them down to strained buttons and zippers while they groped at her chest and held her hips… Claire arched her back and moaned her needy consent when thick fingers pushed between her cheeks, hooked firm over her leggings against the wet heat of her opening. She rode that blissful rocking pressure in time to a beat so strong it made the air in her lungs vibrate and quiver.

She loved this – feeling so wanted. So intensely desired by this gang of hot guys.

Their bold assault was intoxicating, removing her control – absolving any responsibility. She was their happy plaything in this moment, delighting in the sensations surging through her aching sex – this semi-anonymous cloud of lust somehow meeting her need following the euphoric revelation about Laura’s desire for her…

Desired by men. Desired by women. Free to share herself. Free to be herself.

She imagined what these men might do in a more private setting. How long it might take before one ripped a hole in her clothing – forced himself into her body. How long would she have before this rolling wave of dangerous desire became something unthinkable and unstoppable… And whether she'd want to stop it… The pounding, urgent need of her swollen clit had her gasping at the thought.

Then it was over.

Towering security personnel closed around the pack – melting them away from her body in seconds. They scattered into the heaving mass all around, unbothered by their exposure – already hunting for new prey.

Claire drank more. Danced into the throng of flesh again and again in hope of recapturing that untamed moment of stimulation once more.

But security stayed close, no doubt seeing it as their duty to keep her safe. Claire tried to tempt one of them, catching his eyes moving over her ass while she moved sinuously in front of him, but she was interrupted by a cry from her group of friends – joyous at being reunited and that she’d come out to meet them after all…

Jordan waved her over to where the group was sat, but Laura was nowhere to be seen.

*

“She left just now?” Claire shouted her question into Jordan’s ear over the music, huddled into a couch corner with her director as the rest of the group went off to dance.

The arrival of a waitress interrupted his reply, the two of them pausing while a tray of shots was laid down on the table. Claire raised her eyebrows at Jordan.

“Tryin’ to get me drunk?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, they were for the group – we ordered like a half hour ago, but service is slow as fuck tonight. Still, waste not, want not, right?” He grinned as he downed a bright blue shot, pulling a face and screwing up his eyes at the aftertaste.

“No fucking way am I drinking that…” She answered, frowning at the multi colored assortment of little glasses.

“Come on!” Jordan encouraged her. “Live a little! It’s not so bad – come on, my treat. I’ll get more for the others when they get back.”

“When did Laura leave?” Claire changed the subject.

“About twenty minutes ago – I made sure she got her Uber. Why, you tired of me already?” He challenged. She looked at him closely.

He had a knowing smile on his face, eyes catching the light. Tall, lean frame filling the couch seat, he looked good. Really good…

Part of Claire wanted nothing more than to get back to the dorm. Hoping Laura was still awake – maybe she could make something happen tonight. Have some fun even before the party tomorrow… But part of that plan was entwined with Jordan - the plot to seduce her into a threesome.

Claire knew Laura wanted them both to enjoy him while they enjoyed each other - she didn’t want to spoil that making it look like she wasn’t interested in the guy.

After all, part of her attraction to Laura was the thought of being able to watch her gorgeous, stacked friend getting railed by hot guys like Jordan. Threesomes, where Claire could play the voyeur, maybe kiss and play with her beautiful friend’s stunning tits while she was having her holes stuffed by some hung dude.

“Just… want to know she made it home safe, that’s all…” Her reply made him relax. “Tell you what,” She shuffled close to Jordan on the couch and reached for one of the shot glasses. “I’ll drink this if you answer a question for me – but you have to be totally honest, OK?”

“Deal!” Jordan nodded eagerly, keen to play along. His eyes lingered on her throat as Claire threw her head back and swallowed. Quickly screwing up her face at the astonishingly bad after taste while he chuckled at her. “OK, ask away.”

Exhaling shakily, she leaned in close, pressing her cheek to his so she could be heard over the music. Claire felt her breast crush against his chest, picking up the tremor of his heartbeat as his pulse quickened when she groaned gently against his ear.

“How many times did she cum on your cock... When you fucked her in the dressing room?” She whispered sensuously against his earlobe, watching a deep blush spread up his neck in real time as he considered his answer.

Claire smiled at his nervous laugh, holding his face to stop him pulling away while she fixed him in her stare, daring him to deny it… She watched him consider lying – make something up, but he could tell she knew already.

“Twice.” He answered, voice tight but his eyes never leaving hers. He was telling the truth.

She let out a shuddering sigh, feeling her chest flush with heat as her arousal peaked once more.

“Tell me.” She instructed, lips parted, fighting a desire to pant.

He nodded, looking over his shoulder at the dance floor to make sure the others were still occupied. Then he reached for the tray of shots, took one for himself and handed her another.

*

Hidden from view in their dark corner, Claire moaned against Jordan’s full lips as she pulled his hand between her thighs and felt his fingers brush her aching sex. She kissed him hard while he flexed and started to rub at her slit, soon finding her clit and making her gasp loudly as he applied a blissful circling pressure.

Panting, she pulled back from his lips, arms around his neck still as she pressed her cheek against his and begged him to continue.

“She was so fucking wet for me, Claire…” He murmured as he continued to expertly massage her throbbing pussy. “I had her bent over the make-up table, so we could look at each other in the mirror. I pushed inside and her eyes rolled back…”

Claire grabbed for his cock, eagerly gripping the thick shaft where it was straining against the thigh of Jordan’s pants. Desperately wanting to feel the dick that had been plunging in and out of Laura’s soaked cunt just hours earlier, wishing somehow it could have been her splitting her roommate in two instead of him.

“She couldn’t take all of me at first…” He continued, voice strained with pleasure as Claire started to stroke his dick. “But then she begged me to fuck her harder. Her tits looked so good, swaying as I-”

“Tell me what made her cum...” She interrupted, knowing the mental image she had of Laura’s swaying breasts while Jordan fucked what felt like a good seven inches into her was better than anything he could describe. She squeezed his thick cock harder, relishing his lust-charged groan as he struggled to make words.

“You… Unggh, fuck… It was you…” He started, moaning loudly by her ear as she felt her orgasm start to crest at his words. “She kept getting me to talk about how much I like watching you both on stage… About how hard I get looking at your body and how fucking hot you are.”

Claire bucked against his hand as he increased his tempo against her pounding clit, crying out as she felt herself starting to throb and lose control.

“She made me tell her how much I’d love to watch your lips around my cock – how much I want her to push your head down… Make you take me down your throat…” Jordan’s words painted a perfect image in Claire’s mind, just as the sublime work of his fingers against her fat, aching clit made her come apart completely.

She came hard, shuddering against his body in their dark corner of the club, clamping his hand between her trembling thighs. Crying out softly against his ear, she rode out the deep clenching waves within, aware how much wetness was likely soaking through her ruined underwear and into these leggings. Soon fighting a towering desire to have Laura lick her clean, hold her roommate’s pretty face against the pulsing aftershocks that were making her pussy quiver and drip…

“Where are you parked?” Claire panted once she could make words again, her voice hoarse.

“Two blocks over on Waverly – but I’ve had too much to dri-”

She took his face in her hands, kissing him quickly to shut him up.

“I don’t want you to drive me anywhere... I just want to go somewhere private so I can suck your cock while you tell me that again.”

Hope you’re enjoying the series so far! Part 3 will be along soon :)