Betty - Part 1

Excess was packed. The deep thrum of bass was like a racing, hedonistic heartbeat. There was a decadent, almost erotic vibe; hundreds of perspiring bodies pressed up against one another, cavorting luridly in the half-light of the club.

I‘d seen her almost immediately; dancing with two friends and ignoring the persistent affections of a couple skinny white boys. Of course she would; she was perfect; she wouldn’t go in for that shit.

She wasn’t classically pretty; she wasn’t tall or blonde and didn’t have big breasts or an hourglass figure. But she was... sexy. The way she moved; the way she carried herself...

She was very petite, a little over 5 feet even in sleek black heels, with pale skin that gleamed like electrum in the umbra of the dance floor and gorgeous, bright green eyes. She wore her hair in a cascade of pale cinnamon and chocolate, tied up so that her fringe, which she was growing out, framed her pixie-like face.

I watched her dancing for a while, mesmerised, until she eventually glanced over to where I sat and our eyes met. I held her gaze for a split second before she looked away bashfully and I felt the familiar stirring in my loins that white chicks always give me. She twirled away but looked back again and a flicker of a smile crossed her face.

I nodded to my boy Deon and stepped onto the dance floor, pushing my way through the press of undulating bodies as I made my way toward her. The throng ebbed and flowed around me so I had fleeting, strobe-like glimpses of her as I approached; painted red nails, sculpted legs in tight black jeans and a low-cut, sequinned black vest top that did little to hide the rise and fall of her modest breasts as she danced.

Fuck! I could feel myself getting hard already.

I moved over, shoving a couple frat boys out of the way and eased behind her, falling into her rhythm, pressing against her ass as she danced.

Thinking I was one of the bothersome white boys, she turned around with a scowl on her face. She opened her mouth to say something but her expression softened when she saw me and she smiled instead. Something - excitement perhaps - flared to life in her green eyes and she began dancing again, with me, turning on her heel and grinding her ass enticingly into me.

I put my arms around her slender waist and pressed my stiffening cock against the soft mound of her ass.

As we danced she reached down with her tiny hand and accidentally brushed the length of my cock. She started at the feel of it and looked up at me over her shoulder.

A delightfully hungry gleam was in her eyes.

"My name's Deke,” I said, leaning close, pressing my length against her. “Feel like a drink?"

“Betty,” she said, her breath on my neck. “Sure.”

I smiled down at her, grasped her hand and led her to the bar....


PART TWO TO FOLLOW. LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY FEEDBACK.