college oh sweet college

The bass was throbbing, the lights were low, and the air was thick with sweat and desire. The club was packed, a writhing mass of bodies moving to the beat. I was just another face in the crowd, until I felt a hand on my waist, a voice in my ear. "Dance with me," he said, and I did.
We moved together, our bodies pressed close, his hands exploring my curves. I could feel his hardness against me, and it sent a thrill through me. I wanted him, right there, right then. I didn't care who was watching.
He must have felt the same way, because he grabbed my hand and led me to the washroom. It was dark, the only light coming from the neon sign outside the door. He pushed me against the wall, his hands in my hair, his mouth on mine. I could taste the beer on his tongue, the smoke on his lips.
I reached down, feeling his hardness through his jeans. He groaned, and I took that as my cue. I sank to my knees, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling down his zipper. He sprang free, hard and ready, and I took him in my mouth.
I'd never done this before, but I didn't care. I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. I licked and sucked, my hands exploring his thighs, his ass. He groaned again, his hands fisting in my hair, guiding me, encouraging me.
He came in my mouth, hot and salty, and I swallowed every drop. When I stood up, he kissed me again, tasting himself on my lips. "You're fucking incredible," he said, and I knew I was hooked. I was ready for more, ready for anything. I was a slut, and I loved it.