Party in the back

Raves. Love to hate them for the noise, the smells, the bodies – and hate loving them for the same reasons.

When had you even started attending these on your own? Sure, it was something you got into back in college, with your trying-not-to-flunk roommate. But now you’re a working salaryman, and getting wasted doesn’t help with keeping that undertime record clean.

Yet here you were, 10PM on a Saturday night, standing by the edge of a crowded dance floor – the only time left for you to do so. And like the beer bottle in your hands, you were empty.

Did you yearn for your younger days, managing nights at strangers’ homes, living the thrill of fooling around? Not always, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss it once in a while. Nowadays, the best action you get is a new chatmate – literally just someone to exchange numbers with, have courteous pleasantries the day after, then the silence of strangers once more. The nicer ones like your Instagram stories once in a while; and it has been a while since that.

So again, here you were, empty and bored like a beer bottle. Seeking dissociation, you passed the bottle in your hands to a waiter.

Being sentimental is for wusses; just dance.

Perhaps this DJ was just about your age, because the setlist was mostly songs from the mid-2000s, enough of a nostalgia trip that several times you’d stopped when the song switched to say to yourself, “haven’t heard this in a while.”

In no time, that energy packed the dance floor. From the edge of the of the space, you’d been gradually pushed into the middle. You’d locked eyes with random guys, girls, guys with girls, girls with guys – and you know what? It was fun. This was the energy you were after.

You let loose, let your head bop to the music and let your hands rise and fall as they pleased. Your feet tipped and tapped with the sway of your hips left and right.

A bit more time passed and it felt like the floor was at full capacity. You found your body pressed up against others, only mildly claustrophobic. And they were pressed up against you from all directions: elbows against your ribs, shoulders against your back, hands against your thighs, breasts against shoulders, butts against your groin–

Wait a second.

You snapped back to reality as you felt the bumping and rubbing to be more… deliberate. The stupor of the alcohol and trapped heat took some time to get out of, but when you felt yourself more lucid, you noticed two specific people.

To your side, a young girl with a soft chest held her hands up, folded in a way that pressed her squishy, sizable breasts together. She seemed a bit light, getting easily knocked into you by the shoves and trips of the mass of bodies behind her; but she barely seemed to mind, eyes closed with a simple smile.

In front of you, a woman with short hair and bare shoulders, arms in the air as she swayed her hips left and right – and pushing up against you more and more. You even felt her squat her way downwards, forcing out a brief hiss between your teeth. She looked back at you as you did, giving you a sly smirk before turning to face you. The frill did little to hide the curves of her narrow waist.

“Hey cutie,” she said with a wink, “enjoying ourselves tonight?”

“Yujin!,” the girl to your side called out. “Why do you get to flirt with him first?”

“Then get in here, slowpoke,” the other teased, staring you dead in the eyes. “You don’t have to hide.”

You slowly, hesitantly snaked a hand on her waist and to her back, slowly pulling her in until your faces and alcohol-stank breaths filled the space between them.

“Well, aren’t you eager?”

“I could stop,” she joked, turning around and resuming her grinding. You ran your hand along the curvature of her unexpectedly firm ass, again stretching the fabric.

The girl called Yujin stretched her arms back, hands sliding all over your abdomen and hips as she swayed side to side, Your growing length rubbed against her ass, pillowing and molding against the bulge, and you let out a moan that made her smile with satisfaction.

“Yujin is hot, right?,” the younger girl remarked, now right in your ear.

You spun Yujin back around as her breasts pressed against your chest. You could feel her nipples press against the shirt and meeting your torso. You snaked your hand down once more, reaching between her legs – warm, moist. If she was sopping wet, her panties absorbed it all.

“She’s needy,” you purred, and Yujin bit her lip. You looked back at the girl to your side. “And you…,” you began, before pausing and raising an eyebrow. “Wait, you don’t look like you’re 18.”

Yujin guffawed. The younger girl whined. “I am 18! Why would I be here if I wasn’t?”

“She looks like she’d sneak you in,” you teased, pointing to Yujin. Her laughter was hastily paused, and the younger girl stepped in her place.

“Haha, he called you a bad girl,” she teased. Yujin scowled, failing to mask her amused smile.

“Shut up, Leeseo,” she humphed, looking back at you. “I was gonna pull you to the bathroom for some fun, but now I don’t wanna.”

You wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in until your noses touched. Yujin’s eyes were wide. “I’m not quite sure I believe that.”

“Hey!,” Leeseo whined. “No fair. You’re right in front of him.”

Yujin stared at her for two heartbeats, then plunged her lips into yours. Her arms fell over your shoulders, and her makeout interrupted by a hearty smile and a taunting sideeye at Leeseo – scowling right next to you.

“You’re mean,” Leeseo complained, a genuine, fed-up pout on her face. You hastily shoved Yujin away and grabbed her wrist before she could slip away.

“Hey now,” you chuckled, “don’t let your friend work you up so much.” You slid a hand behind her head, fingers combing through her scalp, and you shoved her face into yours with very little resistance. You looked to the side, Yujin smirking impressed by your brazen control of Leeseo. When she let go of your lips, Leeseo’s doe eyes stared at you in shock.

You pulled her in once more, one hand on her ass and one arm on her chest. You squeezed hard, feeling every sinew of young, spry meat. Leeseo very audibly moaned into your mouth, making your cranium thrum with the depth of her arousal.

You let her go once again, her eyes squinting and beady, in shock, mouth agape. She wiped off a trail of drool off the side of her face, lip gloss accidentally smudging her cheek. You held the side of her head again, grabbing a full lock of her hair – and a smile slowly bridged cheeks.

“So,” you looked back at Yujin. “You mentioned a bathroom.”

Raves. Body to body, breath on breath, sweat and sweat. On the dance floor, on the bathroom, it wouldn’t be any different – the party followed you, or wherever you were brought by it.

Yujin practically threw you into the stall with a flick by your wrist, leaning hard against the plastic walls rattled in their metal brackets. Leeseo stepped between the both of you, yanking her dress down and exposing her surprisingly supple, round breasts.

“Damn,” you gasped in shock. Yujin pulled your pants down, underwear in tow, until your erection pounced free.

Leeseo collapsed the dress upwards and exposed her even rounder cheeks, hotdogging your shaft between her buns and swaying side to side. “Damn!,” you hissed, aching and pulsing at the erotic movement. She giggled in glee at your uncontrolled utterances, moaning as you ran your hands up her chest and feeling the whole handfuls of her tits.

Yujin, standing behind you, ran hands over your abdomen and your chest, playfully twirling your nipples between thumb and finger. Her nails were deadly, grazing your skin lightly until you twitched from Leeseo’s gyration.

“Let’s save the blowjobs for later, big boy,” Yujin whispered, “Leeseo’s been craving your cock since we first spotted you.” You ran a hand down from her chest to her folds; she was wet, wet enough to try and pierce your way through.

“Wanna go, babygirl?,” you whispered into Leeseo’s ear.

“Yes, daddy,” she chuckled. Yujin’s eyes widened at the unprompted title.

She lifted a leg onto the toilet bowl, opening herself up as you slid in little by little. Yujin slid a finger into your ass, massaging to keep you fully erect as you parted Leeseo’s folds – entirely necessary for her tightness.

“Jesus, Lesseo– holy shit,” you heaved, head nearly making it in.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Leeseo gritted her teeth, until your cockhead breached past her walls and slid in. “Fuck, so big,” she whispered.“

One, two, three, four, five, you could count each thrust one by one still. Yujin knelt down between your legs, finger circling Leeseo’s clit.

"Do it,” Yujin commanded, “she’s ready.”

Your first actual thrust slammed into her hard enough she lost balance.