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Chanse had dragged Angela out of her apartment in a hurry after begging her all week to come out with him. Now it’s Friday night, and Chanse won’t let her flake again. Angela groaned and protested but knew nothing would stop her best friend.
They exit the Uber and walk to the club entrance, “The Singing Angels.” Chanse drags Angela by her wrist as Angela pretends to drag her feet comically. They flash their IDs to the bouncer, who lets them in, knowing they’ve been here before.
Everyone in the club is crammed together like sardines. The air smells like a mix of sweat and alcohol, and Angela can feel the music’s booming bass in the pit of her stomach. Chanse drags them up to the bar and immediately orders them two shots. Chanse hands it to her, and she groans before downing it with him. He shakes his head and smiles at her as she blinks rapidly from the strong taste.
The bartender is a young man in a beanie and glasses. He takes orders rapidly behind the bar and pours with talent and skill. Chanse signals to him, and he rushes over. While Chanse orders, Angela surveys the room carefully. The DJ is a young guy wearing oversized sunglasses and giant headphones, raising his hand to the beat as he DJs with the other. Everyone on the dance floor is pressed together and raising their hands as they attempt to dance.
Then, Angela spots her. A beautiful, tanned woman with long dark brown locs nursing a drink across the room. She’s sitting at a table, but she’s clearly quite a bit taller than others at nearby tables. Angela doesn't have her glasses on, but the woman looks like she's with a man. He’s about half her height, brunette, and has thick-framed round glasses. Chanse breaks her trance as he taps her shoulder and whispers closely to her ear,
“Instead of staring, why don’t you go up to her? You need to get back out there; it’s been way too long. Plus, getting laid won’t hurt you, bitch.”
She drops her jaw a little and punches his arm playfully. He chuckles and fakes a pout. Although she can’t believe it, she knows Chanse is right. It’s been about six months since her last relationship of any kind. He knows it had deeply hurt her, but he also knows her well enough that she’s just using the break-up as an excuse to be a hermit.
Chanse hands her a second shot, and she downs it. She puffs up her chest comically, and he rolls his eyes, smiles, and raises his eyebrows, urging her to leave. Angela makes her way around the room, walking past people doing drugs and making out and practically having sex on the side of the club. She finally makes her way over and sees the woman standing up now while conversing with a shorter blonde woman nearby.
Angela takes a moment to drink in the sight of the taller woman and what she’s wearing since it's hard to tell from across the room. She’s wearing a long, red robe-like coat draped over her shoulders and black heels. Angela starts to approach and sees that under the coat, she’s wearing a black, lacey crop top that’s very low-cut, paired with a long black skirt with a slit, revealing her long, tanned legs.
“Amanda, come on, you can’t just ditch him!” the blonde shorter woman tells the tall brunette, Amanda. Angela does her best not to overhear but can’t help but listen in.
“Court, I didn’t even want to come out in the first place. You can stay and have fun with Arasha and Shayne, but I’m going home!”
Hearing this, Angela almost lurches forward and taps Amanda on the arm. Amanda turns with a confused expression and looks down at the shorter girl. Angela feels like she’s getting lost in her deep brown eyes until Amanda speaks up,
“Can I,” she pauses and looks her up and down, “help you?”
“Right, sorry!” Angela blinks rapidly and regains her focus, “I just… I saw you from across the way and wanted to tell you that I think you’re gorgeous.”
Amanda seems taken aback, and a small smile and blush creep onto her face. Court watches the two women interact close by, intently.
“Well, thank you…”
“Angela.”
“Angela,” Amanda almost whispers Angela’s name, making the shorter girl shiver. Amanda’s small smile turns into a smirk, and her expression relaxes. Amanda turns around to Court and sighs,
“I guess I can stay just a little bit longer.” Court smiles widely and winks at Amanda as she walks off. Angela watches the blonde leave before Amanda swings back around towards her. Angela hears the song “Ruin The Friendship” by Demi Lovato is playing. She quickly wipes her nervously sweaty hands on the bottom of her top and holds her hand out. Amanda chuckles softly and takes her hand. Amanda is the one who takes the lead, though, and drags Angela out onto the crowded dance floor.
Their bodies are almost touching; Angela can feel Amanda’s breath on her face. Amanda turns around and slowly begins to move to the beat. She moves her hands on her body, up and down her sides and chest, and then tangles them in her hair as she dances. Angela watches her new companion, feeling like she’s in a trance. All the music, lights, and crowds of people fade away; all that’s left is Angela, Amanda, the beat, and the hungry, desire-filled pit in her core. Angela licks her lips and instinctively grabs Amanda’s hips, causing the taller woman to look over her shoulder with desire. They move their hips together to the slow and sensual beat, their breathing heavy and almost in sync.
As the song ends, Amanda grabs Angela by the wrist and drags her to the closest bathroom. Luckily for them, it’s empty. Amanda slowly walks to the wall at the end of the room, turns around to face Angela, and presses her back against it. Angela stares into Amanda’s eyes, something hungry, desperate, and ravenous in them. She walks towards Amanda and slowly kisses Amanda’s neck, causing the taller brunette to shiver slightly. Amanda’s chest heaves and her breathing becomes slowly erratic as Angela kisses the valley of her chest and leaves small nips along it, sure to leave marks by the morning.
Suddenly, Amanda feels Angela’s thigh come between her legs, and she lets out an involuntary, soft moan. She grabs ahold of Angela’s short, dark waves and slowly rides Angela’s thigh. Angela continues kissing Amanda’s neck and chest as she moves her hands to the taller woman’s hips, gripping tightly. Amanda feels herself already close to completion when suddenly Angela stops. Amanda whimpers softly and then looks at Angela, who has a much more confident expression now.
Angela slowly lowers her hand to the slit of Amanda’s skirt and creeps her way up towards Amanda’s thighs. She slowly finds herself between the taller woman’s legs, causing Amanda to melt into her warm touch. Angela feels the outside of Amanda’s underwear and whispers against Amanda’s ear in a sultry, low tone,
“You’re soaked for me already, babygirl?”
Amanda nods and whines softly and involuntarily. Amanda had never been one to let loose like this, especially so publicly, but something about Angela made her lose all her inhibitions. Angela slowly pulls Amanda’s underwear to the side and begins to tease Amanda’s center with her fingers, running them around and over her clit but never giving her prolonged contact. Amanda whimpers and begs into Angela’s ear, trying not to melt onto the ground in front of her,
“God, Ange’... please, I need you.”
At her words, Angela begins to circle Amanda’s clit with her fingers, feeling the taller woman shiver at the touch. Angela begins picking up the pace and can feel how wet she’s becoming at the sound of Amanda’s moans echoing in the bathroom. Amanda grinds her hips onto Angela’s fingers, desperately searching for some release.
“More,” she begs again, “I need more.”
Angela obeys and slowly inserts one finger inside Amanda, making the taller brunette shiver again and gasp softly. Angela holds onto Amanda’s hip to stabilize her as she pumps inside of her, making Amanda slowly lose herself in Angela’s embrace. She inserts another and can feel Amanda grinding down onto her fingers, chasing the high.
Mere moments later, Amanda finds herself close to completion once again and grabs ahold of the wall behind her the best she can with one hand and uses the other to tangle her fingers with Angela’s hair.
“Fuck, I’m-” Amanda moans louder, and Angela slowly helps her ride out her orgasm on her fingers. Amanda is a sweaty mess as Angela slowly takes her fingers out of her. Before she can step away to wash her hand off, Amanda grabs her wrist and holds Angela’s fingers up to her mouth. Angela gasps softly as Amanda slowly takes the shorter brunette’s fingers into her mouth. Amanda licks and savors the taste of herself on Angela’s fingers, staring intensely and hungrily into the shorter girl’s eyes as she does.
Leaving the club, Chanse pokes and prods at Angela, trying to get her to open up about her encounter.
“Come on,” he stresses the second word, “I told you when Shayne and I hooked up!”
Angela rolls her eyes playfully,
“I didn’t ask for that, though!” Chanse groans dramatically and leans against a nearby wall while Angela orders them an Uber.
“Hermit.”
Angela smiles, not looking up from her phone.
“Shut up.”