Part 2

Marc laughed and took a sip from his beer while his eyes stayed on the blonde woman.

"What?" she finally asked with an irritated frown.

"I'm not falling for the brat-routine," Marc replied.

"The what!?"

Alyssa came out of the rest rooms and Scott spotted her immediately. She stopped. She was on a public place and she had no panties on. She was virtually naked. If someone flipped up her skirt, if she fell, if she... She felt vulnerable, and horny. And Jamie was just behind her... She quickly caught Scott's gaze and after an initial impulse to go the other way Alyssa started walking towards Scott and Marc.

"Lets dance?" she asked when she stood in front of Scott. She grabbed his hand, pulling him with her without really waiting for his reply.

Jamie stopped as soon as she realized Alyssa was not waiting outside the restroom, but she never noticed Alyssa and Scott leaving for the dance floor. She cursed Alyssa for being an idiot while her eyes kept searching all the faces around her. "Isn't that Marc?" she thought as her eyes stuck on a tall, blonde guy in the bar. "Marc without Scott..." She started to make her way over to Marc. As she reached him she had to tap his shoulder to get his attention. He was busy picking up some blonde that seemed more interested in humiliating him with harsh comments. He seemed to love it.

"Marc?" Jamie asked impatiently.

"Yeah?" he replied slowly turning her way. "Hey there..."

"Have you seen Alyssa? Is she with Scott?"

"Wait..." Marc turned back to the blonde. "Listen, Jackie," he continued. "Do you have e-mail?"

"Who's that?" Jackie asked and nodded towards Jamie.

"Just a friend."

"Just a friend, huh?"

Marc noticed that she was biting her lower lip in hesitance and he was mentally rubbing his hands. This was going way better than he could have expected.

"I can give you my e-mail," Jackie said while going through her purse in chase of a pencil but Marc produced one before she found hers. He opened the notebook on an empty page and held it open while giving her the pen.

"Let's see what you can do with it," she commented dryly.

"Write down your phone number as well," Marc replied.

She gave him a quick glance before she lowered her eyes and kept writing.

"Thank you, Jackie," Marc smiled as he took the notebook and guided Jamie out of the crowd around the bar counter. "So, what's on your heart?" he asked while they walked.

Just as Alyssa and Scott entered the dance floor the DJ put on a slow ballad. Alyssa swallowed and turned to Scott, well aware things were moving faster than she wanted them to. "I'm not backing out now," she thought and wrapped her arms around Scott's neck. "Besides, I'm single..."

Scott smiled as Alyssa leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, careful not to pull her too close or make her feel trapped. He figured Alyssa for the kind of woman that needed more coaxing than a simple round on the dance floor, even if it happened to be cheek-to-cheek.

Alyssa felt Scott's arms around her waist. He was soft but still firm. She moved closer to him and when she could feel his body against her belly she felt a rush of heat and every move she made, she could feel the shooting sensation of wet flesh against wet flesh between her thighs. She took a deep, shivering breath and clenched her teeth.

Marc suddenly stopped and pointed towards the dance floor. Jamie looked in the direction he pointed and noticed Alyssa and Scott locked in an embrace.

"Wanna join them?" Marc asked.

"No," Jamie shook her head. "I'm not in the mood for dancing right now."

She looked around.

"Okay," Marc said.

"Too many people," Jamie smiled and took his hand. "Let's sit."

She pulled him with her towards an empty table in a shadowed corner of the room.

"Let's talk," she added and sunk down on the sofa.

"Okay," Marc sat beside her. "About what?"

"Those two?" Jamie nodded towards Alyssa and Scott.

"What about them?" Marc asked and placed his arm on the backrest behind Jamie's neck. He touched one of Jamie's wisps of hair.

"Think they will kiss?" she turned towards him.

"Don't look away," he replied and nodded towards the dance floor.

Scott combed his fingers through Alyssa's long hair. He moved his head back and looked down at her. Her face was up turned, her eyes closed and as he touched her hair again, her lips parted slightly.

"Your hair is so soft," he mumbled.

She opened her eyes. He leaned closer. She leaned closer. Their eyes closed again as their lips met in a soft caress. Alyssa's embrace around Scott's neck hardened and it seemed almost as if she was going to climb up on him as she pressed even closer and parted her lips wider.

Scott's reply wasn't late in coming and he pulled her even harder to him and kissed her once more. When he felt her tongue caressing his, things started happening in his pants and he knew Alyssa would know what was going on in a couple of seconds. He was looking forward to her reaction.

Jamie leaned close to Marc, placing her mouth just beside his ear. He was still watching Alyssa and Scott on the dance floor.

"Do you think they will kiss?" Jamie asked again, this time she licked his earlobe.

Marc followed the double meaning of her words immediately and turned to her. "If you keep that up: sure!"

Jamie smiled and slid into his lap gracefully. She couldn't straddle him, her mini skirt wouldn't allow her to part her legs enough but she sat on top of him, her legs to one side, resting on the sofa, and twisted her upper body.

"Nice," Marc smiled and grabbed her ass.

She gasped followed by a laugh and bit his lower lip. When she wanted to move away Marc placed his palm on her neck and pushed her back into a kiss. She squirmed in his embrace, and he moaned into their kiss when he could feel Jamie's firm ass grinding into his crotch. His hand slid over her thigh and when his palm rested on her knee she parted her legs as much as her skirt would allow.

"My God," Marc moaned and broke into a laugh.

"Good," Jamie replied, took his face between her palms and kissed him once more.

Scott and Alyssa broke their kiss, both were breathing heavily and Alyssa sighed as she could feel a tingling sensation allover her skin. She ground into Scott, hoping he would let his hands slide lower, maybe even under her skirt. What would he think if he found out she wore no panties? She bit her lower lip.

"Touch my ass," she mumbled into his ear, not looking at him. Immediately after the words left her mouth she hoped he hadn't heard her. Scott looked down at her. He had heard all right.

"Why?" he asked without blinking.

"Don't you want to?"

"No."

Alyssa stopped moving and stared at Scott. "What?"

"What makes you think you're the only one deciding the pace?" Scott laughed.

Alyssa gasped but swallowed her reply and decided to use mental warfare instead. Tell him about her panties and leave after he'd gotten a touch.

"I don't have any panties," she batted her eyes up at him.

"You're kinda sluttish, huh?"

Alyssa blushed furiously but she shook her head and swallowed down her anger.

"If we move over in that corner," she nodded at a dark corner of the dance floor. "You can crop a feel."

"How about, we try to locate Marc and Jamie instead?" Marc replied calmly and took Alyssa's hand.

Furious, but unable to speak or resist, Alyssa allowed Scott to lead her off the dance floor. She had virtually given him her pussy on a plate and he had refused to take it. Was he gay? She thought about the kiss and decided that he probably wasn't. Was he playing a game? Surely.

Marc's hand slid higher and higher along the inside of Jamie's thigh and while they kept kissing with passion and hunger his fingers finally found her smooth wetness. At first he was unsure what he really felt but when one of his fingers slid into her slit and was encased by wet, hot skin he broke their kiss and looked at her.

"You're certainly dressed for the occasion," he grinned widely.

Jamie didn't reply, instead she slid down between Marc and the inner wall and tugged her skirt up until her crotch was fully exposed in the quick flashes of light that occasionally hit them from the dance floor.

"Can you make me cum without anyone noticing?" Jamie mumbled into his ear.

"It depends," Marc replied. "Are you loud?"

Jamie hit his arm but immediately followed by kissing him and parting her legs. "Kiss me silent," she replied and ground her crotch at his returning hand.

Just as Marc was about to start caress Jamie she grabbed his arm and held it still. She stretched her throat and stared past him. When he turned his head he could see what Jamie had seen: A guard making his rounds. The guard approached them and Jamie placed her purse on top of Marc's hand and her bared crotch.

"Everything okay?" the guard asked.

"Sure," Marc replied as he slid a finger into Jamie who opened her mouth and gasped.

"Make sure she takes it easy... with the liquor," the guard grunted to Marc with a nod at Jamie, before he turned his back and left.

"He knows," Marc breathed but he didn't remove his hand.

"I don't care," Jamie groaned in response. "Just make me cum!"

Alyssa spotted Marc and after a second look she recognized Jamie's pale white leg over his lap. Were they fighting? Alyssa hurried closer, followed by Scott who had also recognized them. When the next flash from the lights played over Marc and Jamie Alyssa came to a dead halt, Scott almost rushed into her back. Alyssa could clearly see where Marc had his fingers; Jamie's pink pussy lips were shimmering with moist, they were parted and at least two of Marc's fingers were buried between them.

The light disappeared. Alyssa turned around, her gaping mouth covered behind her hands. When Scott wanted to look over her shoulder at the scene in the sofa corner, she spun him around and stared at him with dark eyes.

"Don't you dare," she hissed.

He smiled and when they both could hear a muffled scream from Jamie over the music his smile turned into a broad grin. Alyssa started to become affected by the increasingly desperate cries from Jamie and she got wetter. She met Scott's steady gaze and a flash image of how she just pushed him down in the sofa, straddled him, tore his fly open... She swallowed. He raised his eyebrows in a quizzical expression and she lowered her eyes.

Suddenly the one of Jamie's legs that was lying in the sofa jumped. Her other leg was probably kicking as well because the table suddenly shook and the furniture almost tilted over. Neither Jamie nor Marc seemed to bother much since they kept doing what they were doing, but Scott grabbed Alyssa by her waist and sat her on top of the table.

Alyssa cried out as she felt the cold of the tabletop against her naked buttocks. Her skirt had made a perfect circle on the table around her. "I'm gonna leave a wet spot," she thought and wanted to slide off the table but Scott already stood between her legs and stopped her. She saw the shimmer in his eyes and before she could stop him he placed his palms on her thighs and slid them under her skirt.

Just as Alyssa was about to stop Scott, Jamie gave another cry of pleasure and the table shook from another kick. Alyssa jumped and had to lean on her hands or she would lose her balance. Scott's thumbs slid deep between her thighs and rubbed over her already engorged clit. Alyssa jumped again, but this time she slid closer to Scott wrapping her arms and legs around him, leaning her head on his shoulder. He moved his hands between her legs and stroked his fingertips along her slit.

"Oh god!" Alyssa groaned and forced herself to check that no one was approaching, but when Scott slid his fingers into her, all the time caressing her clit in small, gentle circles she closed her eyes again and groaned.

"This is insane," she whispered but she couldn't force herself to stop Scott, the feeling was just too good.

Scott kept moving his thumb, around, around and around, now and then pulling his hand back and pushing his fingers back into her deeply. Alyssa forced herself to keep still, fearing Scott's thumb would disappear if she obeyed her impulses to hump and squirm.

"How about heading back to your place?" Alyssa suddenly heard Jamie's voice just beside her ear.

"Uhh soon," Alyssa replied and kept concentrating on Scott's moving thumb.

"You'd better stop unless you have a really good explanation to deliver to the guard approaching us with a pretty determined expression," Jamie continued with an amused tone in her voice.

Scott's thumb disappeared and Alyssa had just enough time to open her eyes and arrange her skirts before the guard was down on them.

Alyssa poured hot water into the ceramic pot while Jamie opened one of the cupboards and looked over its contents.