Aphrodisiomania

lygophilia

Song: Anxious in Venice by Superhumanoids

The night's somber yet appetizing haziness weighted thick on Behira's mind as she walked to the rave She kept hearing about. The rows of street lights mimicked stars in the sky, placed one after the other on a particularly star less dark night.

She kept wandering around the mostly vacant dark streets and looking at the moon wondering what she could get herself into. The evening was quiet and desolate it seemed that everyone in town was at this rave.

As she approached the crowded building, The warm air hit her and curiosity filled her veins as the bass pounded and the crowded jumped and hollered, enjoying the hedonism and euphoric nature of the night. The crowd of sweaty people enticed her, their individual states of ecstasy painted with striking clarity on everyone of their faces and evident in their springing bodies.

Behira took off her coat and joined the crowd of mostly post adolescents. The crowd seemed to be mostly college kids, which definitely peaked Behira's interests. Not to say Behira hadn't been with anyone outside of her age group but the lust was in everyone's bloodstream tonight.

Behira danced for herself, rubbing her own hands up and down her body in a sensual fashion, but that caught someone's attention like she had unknowingly hoped.

A blonde. A blonde boy with curls and blue eyes.

Behira winked at him and he smiles, the glow stick necklace placed casually around his neck illuminating his innocent soft features.

Behira liked his smile.

He struggled to get through the crowd of sweaty greedy bodies but he got to her, immediately pulling her into a dance. There bodies grind together in a heat of carnal, nothing but purely sexual desire, desire to feel skin on skin and the warmth of each other's kissed

This went on for several minutes until he finally asked

"What's your name?" Over the loud beat.

"Tell me yours first." She challenged

"I'm Austin."

"I'm Carmen." A lie, with a translucent grin on her face.

What was next a formal handshake?

"You're gorgeous." She giggled in response, grabbing his hand looking for the restrooms. When she did they traveled through the hype bodies, opening the doors and locking them. The pounding bouncy best of the music behind.

Their bodies collided, pillowy lips on pillowy lips, he picked her up, placing her on the sink and her back hitting the graffiti covered walls, his mouth landed on her collarbone then back on her mouth. She ground into him, A moan poured out of him and into her mouth making her shiver and her panties even wetter.

"S-shit Carmen."

Their hands roamed each other's bodies until she couldn't take it anymore, she needed some kind of stimulation or she was going to bust.

If he didn't touch her where she needed it most she was going to explode, they would have to hose Behira of the walls of a dirty bathroom.

"Please touch me." She said impatiently, achingly

"I am touching you." He said humor in his tone.

"You know what I mean, use your hands or your mouth." She pleaded

He pulled away from her mouth, looking in her eyes, his expression hard to calculate.

"Yes Ma'am."

He was suddenly on his knees, head between her thighs.

"No panties, huh?" His puppy dog eyes glaring up at her.

"A night like this? They seemed pretty useless."