The Bellas - Sex Stories

The Bellas

They wove through the crowd in a disjointed zigzag fashion, trying to approach some wall, any wall. The music was blaring and the room was heating, the humid tangy scent of sweaty bodies rising up in the air. Brie felt some of her hair sticking to her temples and raised her fingers up to quickly swipe them away. Her elbow bumped into a girl as Nikki drug her through the people. The girl turned with a glinty glare to Brie, who kept the cold gaze with her eyes until she stumbled and had to turn toward Nikki again. Nikki's fingers were slipping from her hand to just grasp at Brie's fingertips. The pressure she was exerting to hold onto her was making Brie's fingertips throb. They had been dancing in the center of the room, and an escalation of contact had begun. It began with the occasional bump of the hips, a hand resting on an arm. Nikki's eyes had been sparkling as she laughed on the floor. Brie was more serious, staring back at the more petite girl, constantly stepping in closer. The crowd of dancing bodies helped by moving in a wave to her back, holding them in. Once you lost your moving room once, it was gone. It was the sharp shove from behind that started it. Brie's hands flew out to grip onto Nikki's waist as she swayed, then balanced. Her upper fingers rested on the bare flesh of Nikki's waist. The skin was warm, moist with sweat. She let her thumb rub up on the bare skin. It was hard to focus on dancing, though the wild bouncing body in front of her didn't seem to ...

... struggle. Brie's eyes hazed over as the small high tits bounced into her fuller ones. Her hands slipped unconsciously further around the waist, making her have to step a knee in between the other girl's, slowing her dance. Nikki's hands rested onto the taller woman's shoulders and her big brown eyes looked up, startled and wide, into Brie's. Normally Brie would have pulled away when her friend noticed the blatant purposeful contact. But, she didn't this time. She was elated, but anxious. She looked down at the lips, thinner than her own, but painted a bright red. They were parted. Her eyes flickered back and forth from the brown eyes to those lips. Her head did a little jerk forward, tilting... then paused to look at the eyes again. She dove in. Brie felt the sharp intake of breath in Nikki's chest before she felt the lips. Her kiss was soft, tentative. She just wanted to... to feel them. She barely tugged the pouty lower lip between hers and her tongue was just moving forward for a sweep across them, to taste, when Nikki jerked herself away. Brie braced herself for whatever expression of disgust, anger, shock that would greet her. Her eyes were lowered and she dragged them up slowly to Nikki's. She started. Nikki was smiling! They had both stopped dancing now and were just standing in the middle of the floor, Brie's arms wrapped deep around the girl's waist and Nikki's arms up high around Brie's shoulders. That was when she sharply turned, grabbing Brie's hand, and yanking her ...