It was a Friday night, and my boyfriend had just broken up with me for
another girl. I was so depressed. I had planned on staying home all
weekend, crying and watching T.V.
Two of my friends, Sheely and Emily, weren't going to let me do that.
They came over, told me to get dressed and dragged me out of the house. I
kept telling them that I didn't want to go, but they kept insisting.
Shelly: Come on Tonya, you need to get out, and have some fun.
Me: I don't want to have fun. I want to stay home.
Emily: Too bad, you've been overruled.
Me: You can make me go, you can't make me have fun.
They both looked at me and smiled. I had no idea where they were taking
me, but I didn't care either. I kept quiet in the back seat for the rest
of the ride.
Eventually, we pulled up at a dance club. They both knew how much I
loved to dance. I'm not too bad at it either.
So, we all got out of the car and went into the club. The music was
loud, and everyone was dancing or drinking. Some people were doing both.
We found a table, sat down and ordered some drinks. Emily and Shelly
were trying desperately to get me to have a good time. It wasn't working
at all. I finally told them to get up and dance, I'd be fine.
So, they got up to dance and left me there. I just sat there looking
around. That's when I noticed a guy at the bar. He seemed to be looking
right at me. He was a tall guy with hair. He was kinda skinny, but
had a very handsome face, and a nice smile. I politely smiled back, and
I was hoping if I ignored him long enough, he'd lose interest. I was in
no mood to flirt. I was not that lucky.
I looked up to see if he'd lost interest and saw him walking towards me.
When he got to my table he said, "Hi, I'm Greg, is this seat taken?"
ME: No, but I wouldn't be very good company.
GREG: And why is that?
He sat down.
ME: My boyfriend broke up with me today. So, I'm being kind of a
GREG: Maybe I can make you feel better if you'll
ME: You can try.
So, he stood up and took my hand. I let him lead me out on to the dance
floor. We danced for about an hour. I was actually starting to have a
pretty good time. Greg was a great dancer.
After an hour passed, Greg took my hand again and was leading me to the
back of the club. There was a little room back there.
ME: What are we doing back here?
GREG: Well, you still look depressed and I made a
promise to make you feel better.
Before I knew what he meant, he had me in his arms and we were kissing.
I resisted at first, then I seemed to melt in his arms. He started to tug
at my blouse, and I let him slip it off of me. Then I took off his shirt.
As we were kissing again, I felt him unsnap my bra and slip it off. I
knew I should stop him, but it felt so good.
Then I felt his hands move down to my breasts. He started massaging and
squeezing them. It and felt good at the same time. He continued to
kiss me and I started undoing his pants. He stopped me and told me to
relax, he'd do all the work.
So, I just leaned up against the desk and enjoyed it.
Then he moved his mouth down and started and nippling on my
breasts. No one had ever done that to me before. I loved it. I started
moaning softly and then a little louder.
He started down again. He took off my jeans and and laid me
down on the desk. He started licking and my pussy. He seemed to
know all the right places to touch and kiss. I felt myself cumming almost
immediately. I let out a scream and pulled his hair a little. It felt so
good. I could feel my legs shaking uncontrollably.
When my orgasm was over, Greg stood up, put his back on and
GREG: Feel better?
ME: Much, thanks.
GREG: Good, then my promise is fulfilled.
Then he left me there, naked, in the office. I just lay there for a
second, confused. Then I got dressed quickly. When I came out of the
office, Greg was nowhere to be found. I never saw him again, but I never
forgot him either. :)
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