Play Along With It

Lust

While we were driving, I noticed Norman stifling a yawn.

"Tired?" I asked, rubbing my own eyes. It was around midnight.

"A little. You?" He mumbled, leaning his head on his hand.

"Yeah. And hungry. Can we stop and get some food?"

"Sure." He muttered, turning up the volume on the radio. I didn't mind the country song that was playing at the moment, just rolled down the window in an attempt to wake up.

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After about an hour of driving, we pulled up to a small bar, and looked kinda fun. Several cars were parked outside. Norman was happy to get out of his brothers truck, and so was I. It was starting to stink.

Norman held the door open for me, smiling as I stepped inside. But the moment we stepped inside, we were greeted by loud music. I recognized Pittbull's Timber featuring Ke$ha. Several people were dancing and singing to the music. I glanced at Norman. He smirked at me.

"Looks like we aren't getting any food!" He hollered over the music. "May as well dance."

And with that, he grabbed my hand and led me out to the dance floor. The bass drum thumped heavily, making the floor vibrate. Norman smiled, and spun me around in a circle. I laughed, and suddenly got pulled into his chest. He gave my neck kisses. I threw my head back, my heart beating in tune with the beat of the music.

Norman:

Tiff threw her head back, hitting me on the shoulder as I worked on her neck. Suddenly, a guy came through the crowd towards us, a couple beers in his hand.

"Hey guys! Have a beer!" He slurred, shoving the beers into our hands. Then he ran back into the crowd, tripping along the way. I glanced at Tiff, who just shrugged and took a drink of the beer. I took a swig of mine as well, holding her close to my side. I didn't know why, but that moment felt right. With Tiff by my side, downing bottle after bottle. She kept laughing at nothing, occasionally dragging my head down to kiss me. I always obliged, sometimes going a little further and grazing her lip with my tongue. I could tell that she was getting pretty drunk.

Seeing as how our beer bottles were empty, I stepped away from Tiff (who was just dancing and laughing drunkly) and went to the bar.

"'Nother one." I slurred to the bartender. My vision was blurred, and I was staggering slightly.

He nodded and went into the back to retrieve some more beers. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. Smiling, I turned around. But instead of Tiff, it was a bleach blonde laughing drunkly at me.

"Hey big boy." She mumbled, twirling a finger on my chest.

"Can I help you?" I slurred. I was leaning against the bar, and she was practically laying on top of me.

"How much for a fun night?" She asked, her hand lowering to my crotch. I glanced over her shoulder at Tiff, who was completely oblivious.

"None. I ain't in the mood." I grumbled. She gave my dick a squeeze, and I'll admit, I was a little turned on.

"Really?" She asked, turning around. She started rubbing her rear over me, and I fought the erection threatening to show. Tiff as still oblivious, and was actually going deeper into the crowd.

"Get off me." I muttered.

"When does your girl ever do this to you, baby?" She moaned, continuing to grind on me.

"All night every night. An' she's better than you." I retorted, shoving her off. She gasped in shock and offense. "Plus, I don' need any STD's from a slut like you."