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Chapter 17: Reed - With Allie, The Sky’s The Limit
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 17: Reed - With Allie, The Sky’s The Limit - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? A collaborative writing project written from multiple character perspectives.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slow Illustrated
Another slightly slower chapter here. Presumably obvious but we’re building towards something. Look for 18 on Thursday.
I pulled Allie close to me as soon as we hit the dance floor. She seemed as happy as I was to have our bodies pressed together. There was an electricity between us. I realized I was wasted. I’d been drinking all day. But I felt something with Allie. It was crazy, especially on the heels of what was blooming with Katrina back in Houston, but there was something that made us instantly attracted. In a powerful, magnetic way. When we started moving on that dance floor, it felt like magic. Like fate presenting itself in my life.
Even though I danced like a drunk giraffe. I threw myself into it. Allie didn’t seem to care. Our bodies stayed connected, and Allie seemed happy. That was all I really cared about. We lost ourselves in the eclectic soundtrack that thrummed around us. It alternated between country and 90’s rock, with some current pop standards sprinkled in. Allie and I didn’t care. After three upbeat songs, the DJ slowed it down, and we got our first slow dance.
My hands made their way low on her hips. There were the first hints of sweat on Allie’s neckline. I leaned into her, instinctively wanting to kiss her neck. She cocked her head, and I gave in to the urge. She didn’t stop me.
“You are gorgeous,” I whispered in her ear.
“You say that to all the girls, I bet,” she said.
“Trust me, Allie,” I said cockily, “I can set my standards really high. And I do.”
She laughed and said, “Is that right? Well then, you should know I’m a very naughty girl.”
“How naughty?” I asked, the turn in conversation making me feel comfortable to let my hands settle on her ass. Another bolt of energy shot through me. Her ass was perfect, even through the fabric of her little black dress.
“I’m not going to give away everything good all at once, Reed,” Allie said. Her arms were around my neck, and she had a warmth to the look in her eyes. “It takes at least four bumps of coke for that.”
We laughed, and I kissed her neck again. Allie put her hand under my chin, though, and made me look at her.
“Reed,” she said. “Kiss me. Properly.”
Her voice was needy, almost begging. I had a fleeting thought that Allie’s husband must be a real piece of shit to render a beautiful, sharp woman like this so needy. And then I smiled at her. Because if her husband was that stupid? I would be more than happy to show her what a piece of shit he was.
“Here?” I said.
“Here,” she said.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I dove in and met her lips before she had finished saying, ‘here.’ This time, I didn’t feel a jolt of electricity. I felt like I had been struck by lightning. My knees almost buckled. Allie’s lips were soft and warm. Kissing her felt like a hug. And then she let her tongue dart into my mouth. I tasted the wine and the slight bitterness of her earlier cocaine. She put her hand behind my head, not firmly, just enough to let me know she didn’t want the moment to end. Neither did I. It was impossible to describe. If Lexi and Kyle wanted to sell me on Nashville, there was no better way to do it than Allie. I knew that from one kiss.
The song ended, and we were thrown back into an upbeat country number, so we went back to dancing.
“You really are a terrible dancer,” Allie said with a laugh.
“Yeah, but I make up for it with enthusiasm,” I said.
“Enthusiasm is way more important than perfect rhythm, we’re trying to have fun! Not winning a stupid reality TV show!” Allie yelled in my ear.
“Are you having fun?” I asked, unable to hold back my smile.
“Fuck yeah, I wouldn’t be out here if I wasn’t!”
We kept going for three more songs, but when the next slow song came around? Allie pulled me off the dance floor.
“I don’t want to be greedy,” she said, nuzzling my neck. “But do you mind if I steal a little more of your blow?”
“Hey, you already got my bottle of wine,” I said. “What’s a little blow among friends?”
I pulled the plastic baggie from my pocket and slid it into her hand. The touch lingered, then she stood close to me to partially conceal her movements as she deposited the drugs in her bra. She took two steps away before turning back to me.
“Hey,” she said, glancing down at the floor. “You want to maybe, um, come with me?”
“You are a naughty girl, Allie,” I said.
“Well?” she asked expectantly.
“Of course I do,” I said.
The concept was better than the real-world execution. For reasons I vowed to escalate to the Americans with Disabilities Association, this bar had neither family, or handicap accessible, restrooms. And the traffic was simply too high for there to be a realistic possibility of one of us sneaking into the other gender’s restroom without detection. My hopes of some onsite action dashed, I bid Allie goodbye for a few minutes and entered the men’s room. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back slightly as I urinated, assessing my level of drunkenness. It was high, but the room wasn’t spinning so I was not at question my decision-making or worry I was going to black out levels of concern. I was oddly pleased by that realization. It meant the electric connection I felt with Allie was real, not a beer goggles situation.
I took my time washing my hands, even splashed a little water on my face to cool down. I knew I would be done long before Allie was since she needed to take care of more than just peeing. Powdering her nose, as it were.
I exited the bathroom and posted up where I could see the exit of the ladies’ room without being creepy. I expected Allie to be a few minutes, but was starting to wonder if I had somehow missed her when she emerged. We made eye contact and she strode in my direction, smiling almost deliriously. A pair of women followed her. One was on the short side, nearly Lexi-sized, but she was stacked. At least DDs, probably bigger. She was very curvy, bordering on bigger than I’d normally consider, but the way her eyes were dilated and her low-cut red top were at least interesting.
Her companion was much more my type. Tall, at least 5’10” I guessed, with highlighted light brown hair, a modest but perky rack and model-quality body highlighted by the absurdly tight skinny jeans hugging her lower half.
“I made some friends, Reed!” Allie said. She had a silly, coke happy smile on her face as she spoke. “They like to party too, I hope that’s ok.”
“Allie, any friend of yours is now a friend of mine too,” I said.