Disco Rhythm

There were worse places to be than the neon-lit club that was just a little too loud. It served as a decent backdrop, and the drinks weren’t bad if not a bit too watered-down. You swirled your overpriced drink and watched the way the ice cubes collided, and after a few, the heavy bass grew to be less of a problem.

These types of places weren’t your thing, but you didn’t mind being here if the company was right, and tonight it certainly was. Jiho to your left, and your beneficial friend Arin had been sitting on your lap all night, while you hid away in a small booth in the corner away from the rest of the noisy crowd.

“You look bored,” Arin said, as she smiled sweetly and cupped your face. She wore a light blue sweater and tight jeans that showed her cute tummy whenever she lifted her arms in excitement.

“I am bored,” you replied, and downed the rest of your drink while you could. Arin’s lips had been on yours for most of the night, but as good as your drink tasted—Arin tasted much better. Thankfully, Jiho didn’t mind, nor did she complain once about your constant lip locking.

“What do you wanna do then?” Arin asked, looking exceptionally pretty with her face flushed as the alcohol traveled through her body.

“Dunno,” you said and looked over to Jiho, who wore a dark red jacket over a plain white crop top and jeans, who said little, and Arin had a certain glint in her eyes.

“I could… you know,” Arin paused, her expression suddenly mischievous as her tone grew hushed. “If you’re so bored, I could suck you off real quick,” she said in a not-so-subtle manner, with a smirk on her lips. Jiho couldn’t believe what she heard.

It wasn’t like Arin was serious. Sure, there wasn’t really anyone around, and if Arin bent over the right way, it would be difficult to see what she was doing, especially if Jiho helped block the view. Ultimately, it wasn’t worth getting caught, and you didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Even if Jiho was used to your shenanigans, there were still limits.

“You wouldn’t mind, would you, unnie?” Arin asked, with the most playful smile etched on her face. The two were best friends, inseparable and shared secrets, clothes, and much more—but there were limits to how far that friendship went. Jiho covered her mouth.

“You know I’m kidding, I wouldn’t do that in front of you.” Jiho sighed a sense of relief.

“ Unless you wanted me to,” Arin added. Jiho wasn’t used to this level even after a couple of drinks. She was always the more innocent of the two, blushed at the thought.

“I think I need another drink,” Jiho said, who rose to her feet. She needed to hit the bar, desperate to get away from the awkward situation.

Arin couldn’t help giggling. “Hold on, unnie.” Jiho sat back down, but not without some caution. She knew Arin was always up to no good. “We should probably get out of here. It’s getting a little late, and this isn’t the most exciting place.”

Finally, something Jiho could agree on. It was time to call it a night. “Well, I had fun. I’ll see you two out?” Jiho asked. But like always, Arin had a scheme up her sleeve. It didn’t help that being drunk always made her extra flirty. “Unnie… come with us.”

You shared the confused look in Jiho’s eyes.

“Come home with us. Let’s have some real fun.” Arin tried to be subtle this time, but Jiho knew better and looked around nervously.

“I-I should just go home. I think I’ve had a little too much to drink,” Jiho said, who evaded eye contact.

“We’re all a little drunk, aren’t we? We can share a cab to my place if you don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

Jiho hesitated. “I wouldn’t, but I like my own bed.” Arin knew she was just making excuses.

"Come on, it’ll be fun,” Arin insisted, rubbing Jiho’s leg. Under normal circumstances, it was hard to resist Arin, but drunk Arin was something else—her charms escalated, and her puppy-dog eyes had a power that could sell ice to an Eskimo.

Arin kept her gaze firm on you until she switched her attention to Jiho. “When was the last time you got some action?”

Neither you nor Jiho were ready for such a question out of left field. “Arin!”

The abrupt question stunned Jiho. “Unnie, I know it’s been a while since you talked about anyone. Toys can only do so much…”

Drunk Arin did not have a filter.

“I-I don’t keep track of that. It’s not something I really think about.” Jiho was a terrible liar, and Arin could pick up on it immediately.

“What do you think? Would you mind if I shared you?” Arin asked. It wasn’t a question that was expected, but it wasn’t one that needed thought, as a quick look to your left to check out Jiho’s alluring body for a quick second made your fantasies run wild.

“No, I don’t.”

“I knew you wouldn’t. Let’s get out of here then.” Jiho nodded after some initial hesitation, unsure of what she was getting herself into. Ultimately, she accepted, and one last round of shots sealed the deal.

The look on the taxicab driver’s face was a mixture of confusion, worry, and perhaps a bit of jealousy as three drunken idiots stumbled into the backseat, laughing maniacally as Jiho bonked her head on the ceiling on the way in.

“Oppa, oppa, I have a question—” Arin said, her syllables slurred when her bright eyes lit up.

“What?”

“Do you think Jiho-unnie is good at giving a blowjob?” Drunk Arin really didn’t hold back anything.

“I’m sure she’s great at it. Even if she’s not, you’ll help her out, won’t you?” Arin cutely nodded repeatedly, and Jiho had never looked so embarrassed, as her cheeks had turned beet red. She regretted this already.

Thankfully, for both you and the cab driver, the ride wasn’t long, and you tipped extra. When you arrived at Arin’s place, you didn’t even know how long you had been out—it could have been past midnight, or six in the morning.

After a few failed attempts at entering her door code, Arin finally keyed in the right one, but not without a few snickers from Jiho, who returned her ribbing. Even turning the light switch on seemed to be a bit of a struggle—both Arin and Jiho stumbled around and almost toppled over trying to take their shoes off, which only made their uncontrolled drunk laughter louder as they held onto each other for dear life. It was a good thing Arin’s place didn’t have stairs.

Arin grabbed Jiho’s hand and not yours, and led her to the bedroom, which didn’t bother you one bit, because it allowed you to watch them from behind and stare at their swaying asses in tight jeans—it was like every step they took froze in time.

Somehow, the three of you found the bedroom without falling, but it was you who turned on the light switch this time. The bed became a sudden anchor, something to cling on to, as three tipsy bodies flopped on the mattress.

“You smell so good,” Arin said, as she nuzzled her nose into your neck. You were pretty sure you just smelled like alcohol and sweat, but you weren’t one to refuse a compliment.

“But you smell better.” After you leaned down and caressed Arin’s hair, you took a whiff of her apple-scented shampoo, and felt energized.

Eager to get started, Arin planted her soft lips against yours. She leaned over and made the first move and kissed Jiho, then returned to your mouth, making sure there wasn’t anyone left out of her exchange of saliva. Arin mouthed words that couldn’t quite be made out, but the foreign pair of lips you soon felt after told you everything necessary to know as Jiho made her advance and kissed you.

Jiho had such a distinct and flavorful taste, and her sultry gaze was something you could have drowned in. The intensity in her eyes matched the intensity of her kiss.

“How does she taste, baby?” They were similar, but distinct enough to draw comparisons, like two sweet juicy fruits.

“Almost as good as you.”

Arin smiled in approval and went in for one more liplock on the older woman. Tongues wandered inside each other’s mouths, which tightened your pants while the hot and heavy make-out session unfolded in front of you. They weren’t strangers to one another’s mouths, and every move they made was perfectly choreographed—they loved putting on a show.

"Take your top off.” Arin helped out and unfastened the buttons of Jiho’s red top, and this gave a better view of her thin top that did a great job of outlining her breasts. Although Jiho was the older of the two, she had no objections following Arin’s orders as she removed her jacket, then stripped the crop top off her body, which left her upper body in a black lace bra. The cleavage on display put a smile on your face, so did Jiho’s exposed tight tummy.

“My turn.” Jiho didn’t make her wait as she removed the blue top from her body and mirrored her state of undress. They admired each other’s bodies, hungry eyes roaming creamy skin. Arin fondled Jiho’s clothed breasts, like they were her favorite playthings.

“Your body is amazing, unnie.”

Jiho’s cheeks became a rosy hue, and suddenly became shy while Arin played with her tits. Being a passive viewer was driving you crazy, but Arin seemed to read your mind.

“Help me take his clothes off.”

Jiho still couldn’t help being shy, even while she was inebriated, but obliged her request with little hesitation. When Arin began unbuttoning your pants, Jiho removed your shirt, until they left you in just your boxers, with a bulge poking through. It wasn’t fair that you were the only one half-naked, but they rectified at once. Arin unzipped Jiho’s tight jeans, bent her over, and slowly peeled her jeans off her hips. Underneath was a simple pair of black panties that showed a hint of fleshy buttcheek and made your mouth water—you desperately wanted to sink your teeth into them.