When Willow Met Riley

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Willow

The bass thumped through the crowded club, the vibrations pulsing under my foot and through the air. It created an electric atmosphere that was both intoxicating and exhilarating. I never usually went to places like this, to be fair. I preferred the quiet of the apartment I shared with my best friend Nari. But tonight was different. Nari had dragged me out for a "fun night", insisting that I needed to blow off some steam. I'd give it to her, I'd been in my head a lot lately, but I wasn't sure a club would do much fixing. 

I stood by the bar, nursing my second cocktail of the night—a fruity concoction that was dangerously easy to drink. The alcohol had warmed me, making me feel relaxed and slightly detached from the usual worries that clouded my mind. I rarely drank, but tonight, I felt calm. I watched as Nari danced with a group of friends, her carefree laughter mingling with the music.

"Hey there," a smooth, confident voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to see who I'd probably call the most beautiful lady I'd ever seen in my life.  Her blonde curls framed her face, her blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and she had a smile that could light up the darkest room.

"Hi," I replied, feeling a bit breathless, but heck, she was stunning, and there was something about her presence that commanded attention.

"I'm Riley," the woman said, extending a hand. "You look like you could use some company."

"Willow," I responded, shaking her hand. The contact sent a jolt through me, the simple touch more electrifying than the music surrounding us.

Must be this bloody drink.

Riley leaned in closer, her voice low and playful. "Are you having fun?"

"No, not really. My best friend," I said with a laugh, nodding towards Nari on the dance floor. "She insisted we come out tonight."

"She's a great friend," her smile was a bit sloppy, and I realised she just might be tipsy even though it didn't look it, "if not for her, I wouldn't be sitting in front of someone so gorgeous."

The alcohol had lowered my usual guard, and I found myself enjoying the attention. "How about you? Are you having fun?"

"Kinda, yeah," she nodded, a grin on her face. I couldn't help but let my gaze drop to her boobs, and I swallowed. Ah, the things I would do to them if—

You may want to slow down, Willow. Jeez.

"Do you dance, Willow?" Riley asked suddenly, and I admitted, "Not usually."

"Oh, come on," she playfully rolled her eyes before pulling me and leading me to the dance floor. As the music surged, we moved together, bodies swaying in sync. The world outside the club ceased to exist; it was just us, lost in the music and the heat of the moment.

Our bodies were close as I pressed my back against her, grinding on her. Riley's hands rested on my hips, guiding my movements. The proximity, the touch, the charged atmosphere, everything was just as intoxicating.

"You're a pretty good dancer for someone who 'doesn't usually dance,'" Riley teased, her lips close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"I think it's the alcohol," I giggled, turning to look at her before blurting out, "can I kiss you?"

The moment she cupped my face and placed her lips on mine,  I felt like I was being sent over the edge. Her lips were so soft and her thumb grazed my cheek lightly. She pulled away shortly, a giggle escaping her lips, but she pulled me closer to herself, deepening the kiss as our moths explored each other's. It was intense. So intense, and I found myself wanting more. I didn't know what that meant. The most I'd done was kiss the last girl I was with. My eyes fluttered open when she tugged at my lower lip with a small nibble.