Afraid

One

Walking out of the cab and into the club, the smell of booze and sweaty bodies instantly hit me. I groaned as I turned to look for my group of friends who had come before me. I was a wild partier so when I went out, I always made sure to bring friends. I spot my best friend's long dark hair swaying back and forth as she moved her body against Chase, her boyfriend of 3 years. They were cute, I'll admit, but I was more of a "I'll bang whoever I want and won't be tied down" kind of girl. Kiera had met Chase while at this exact club, so they were known to come here often. I jogged over to them as quick as I could considering my shoes were extremely tall, but that didn't stop me.

"Stella! You made it!" my best friend instantly stopped her grinding on her man candy and pulled me into a tight hug.

"You know I wouldn't miss Jada's birthday celebration!" I yell to Kiera. Jada was our other best friend. We've been inseparable since junior high. All through high school and even now in college others envied us because of how tight knit of a clique we were. I wouldn't necessarily call us popular, but we did turn heads when out in public. Maybe it was the fact that these two ladies are the most beautiful girls in all of Los Angeles. Jada has a dazzling smile, and a perfect body. Her mid length brown hair was always straightened to perfection. Kiera also had brown hair, darker than Jada's due to lowlights but her toned body and nice bum really stood out. Not to mention her blue eyes were killer. I on the other hand was not as fortunate in the looks department. My hair was naturally brown, but I've been highlighting it for as long as I can remember. Most people called me blonde, but I was more of a dirty blonde than a bleach blonde. I have hazel eyes and a wide nose, which is complimented by a nice nose piercing I've had since I was 13. My chest is average, I have a small gut and a semi thigh gap, and a decent ass. I'm not saying I'm ugly by any means, but I definitely never had luck with guys like my best friends did. That's why we always came to clubs, Jada also had a boyfriend, but they were in some "open relationship", so we always end up dancing with some guy. We aren't whores don't get me wrong, we just like to have a good time.

"Well Jada will be here with Reid any minute. Man I hope they work stuff out and stop that open relationship bullshit, they'd make nice babies" Kiera tries to wink but fails terribly and we burst into laughter before walking towards to bar and sitting down. Kiera was official DD tonight so she orders a cherry Pepsi while I order a Jolly Rancher Vodka concoction this club was famous for.

Not too long after I finish my first drink, Jada walks in wearing a royal blue cocktail dress that splits completely down to her naval revealing her nice bust in the front, and is completely backless. Her hair is in its typical straightened fashion, and she has a handsome looking Reid on her side. Kiera was right, they need to make it an official relationship and have children because they would be adorable. Reid's messy brown locks and grey eyes compliment Jada's features. Reid was hot, she was a lucky girl.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! READY TO TURN UP?" I yell because the music has seemingly gotten louder. People know me for my outgoing personality, so me screaming isn't out of the usual for me.

"I love you guys! Thank you! Let's go get crunk!" Jada exclaims right back to me. Crunk, she used that word a lot. I've surely gotten used to it.

"It's your birthday! Have a drink," I order the birthday girl a sour apple vodka mix because I know that's her favorite, and tell the friendly bartender to just put it with my bill. It's the girl's birthday for God Sakes, I have to at least buy her a drink.

We head to the dance floor, my third cup of alcohol in my hand, and I start moving my hips to the music. Jada is in one of the private rooms with Reid.

God knows what kind of present she's getting right now. I think to myself.

Kiera is beside me grinding her little heart out onto Chase's crotch. I was a little taken back by this. Kiera was always the "innocent one" of our friends. Only Jada and I knew the real her.

I continue moving by myself as I start to feel the buzz of my drinks of the night kick in. I didn't roll with light weights. Me and my group were known to not get drunk on one or two drinks. This is typical, and comes in handy at clubs, considering guys always want to buy you a drink. Pretty soon I get tired and walk into the bathroom to go pee. As I walk in, I take a look in the full body mirror that stands before me on the wall. I didn't really notice how good I looked in this dress. It was gold and had sequins all over, strapless, and the back came to a v all the way to my tailbone. The dress itself ended on my upper thigh, so my long legs were on full view. I had curled my hair and applied a smokey eye and nude pink lips. I looked good for once. I smiled to myself and enter the stall. What I see next is a view I could live without. On her knees before me is an intoxicated Jada sucking off a very pleased Reid. I gasp and start walking towards the door in a hurry.

"Wha- Stella! Wait up! I'm sorry. It's not what it looks like." Jada is obviously embarrassed that I caught her in such a heated moment.

"It's your birthday. Have fun! I'll let you get back to your blowjob in aisle 2," I chuckle and watch as my best friend looks relieved.

"You're amazing." She tells me before turning away to finish what she started.

I head back out to the dance floor where I find an empty spot and once again start swaying to the beat of the music. After about 30 seconds, a pair of hands grab my hips and place my bum on his private area. I turn around to see an incredibly attractive guy with dark brown hair in a quiff and dark eyes. He's very muscular and tan, from what I can see through his tight white t-shirt. He looks at me and smirks obviously pleased to see me take my eyes all over his body. He's wearing faded light jeans and timberlands, not typical club attire but it looks so damn good on him.

"Happy with what you see? I know I am." The mystery boy speaks at least before trailing his eyes over my body. I'm instantly self conscious. Having 2 drop dead gorgeous friends for 11 years really makes your self esteem lower. Most people never knew that about me. I had self esteem issues because I was always last on the pretty list between Jada Kiera and I. Seeing a man as sexy as him look at me makes me doubtful.

"I'm Wren. How about we dance?" He speaks. God his voice is perfect. It's raspy yet smooth. It was so seductive and sexy. I instantly nod my head and bite my lip, a trick I've learned through many years of boys. Wren grabs my waist again and this time I comply. I roll my hips to hit him in just the right spot. He immediately groans and I can feel his member start to rise.

"What's your name, love?" He asks me through a grunt. I turn to face him and whisper in his ear.

"I'm Stella."

"Well darling how about I take you home tonight?"

"How do I know you won't drug and murder me?" I ask sarcastically. Alcohol makes me extremely sarcastic.

"Believe me babe, I've got better things to do to you."

I smirk at his word choice and think for a little bit. Normally it would be an automatic no but for some reason something felt right. I didn't know if it was the vodka talking but my head was telling me to let Wren take me to his place. It was already 3 am so maybe we could go back to my house and stay there. Yeah, that sounds better.

"How about we come back to my place and have fun there?" I ask in the most seductive voice I could create.

"Sounds good to me. Wanna leave now?" He asks with a smirk. God what a flirt.

"Yeah. Just give me one minute" I say and with that I run off to tell Jada and Kiera that I won't need a ride home tonight.