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 DISCLAIMER

   This story and others from this author should only be enjoyed in a
responsible manner.  If you find yourself wanting to enact anything in
these stories, or feel that you might develop a fetish, please do not read
any further.  Sex addiction is a very real problem, and the author does not
wish to encourage this kind of behavior

   DESCRIPTION

   Eva is a 17 year old girl in high school, frustrated by the romantic
immaturities of her peers.  She longs for a more stable relationship with
the perfect guy, which she encounters at a local club.

   Story codes: Mf, rom, piv,

   Eva Grrrl's Fantasy

   "Sup Eva Grrrl?" Amy asked me.  I heard her before I saw her, and I
turned away from my locker to greet her.

   "Sup Amy Grrrl", I replied.  We liked to add "grrrl" to each other's
names whenever we saw each other.  I don't know why we started doing that,
but it was fun.  It was like a ritual to us, and only our group of friends
could do it.

   Amy leaned against the locker next to mine.  I could tell she had
something juicy to say.

   "So, I was talkin to Brad at second period, and he told me that there
was a boy who liked you." Her eyes lit up, "Guess".

   I had no idea who liked me, but the thought intrigued me.  "Connor?" I
said.

   Amy shook her head.  "Nope".  She wanted me to keep the game going.

   "Ew, not Danny Buchowski."

   "Ew, no" Amy said, disgustingly.  There was a small pause, which was
more than Amy could take.

   "Tom Browning" she blurted out.  She was waiting for a dramatic
expression or response from me, but the idea of Tom Browning liking me was
not something I wanted to hear.

   "Oh" I said.  Amy picked up on my lack of interest, and gave me a light
backhanded smack to the shoulder.

   "C'mon Eva, he's a really good-looking.  You should go out with him. 
Plus, he's like a major player on the football squad." I could tell from
her wording that Amy didn't really watch football.

   *But he was also a major player in his social life too, I mused.* "I
don't know", I replied.

   "Well if you won't do him, put in a good word for me, will ya?" She
smiled, then bounced away.

   "Yeah, sure.  C'ya later grrrl" I managed to say.

   "Later grrrl.  Think about it" she replied, before disappearing in the
crowded hallway.

   The bell for fifth period rang, so I quickly finished up at my locker
and walked to my next class.  It got me thinking...  *Tom and me?  That
would never last.  Yeah, he's cute and all.  He's popular.  But he's also
too cute and too popular.  Girls are always asking about his relationships,
wanting to be his next fling.  Those types of girls didn't understand why
they were inevitably left broken-hearted, but that's what happens when you
go looking for the wrong thing.*

   I'd like to think that I'm better than that, but who am I kidding?  My
previous relationships only lasted a few weeks, at most, and the endings
were always awkward.  I tried to let the boys down easy by explaining- hey,
it's not your fault, I'm just not that into you.  If they were really
sensitive, I would give the cliché line- it's not you, it's me.  Yeah, I
don't wanna go through that again.

   Finding love in high school is just about the hardest time to do it in
life.  I mean, we're all running around with crazy hormones, and we have no
experience handling other people's emotions.  Older people definitely have
it easier.  I mean, how many high school sweethearts do you see actually
getting married?  Not very many.

   *Why can't there be any real men in high school?  Like, emotionally
mature men.  They wouldn't have to be super attractive, just easy on the
eyes.  Give me one good man in this place, someone who is confident, funny,
and attentive.  That's all I'm asking for.*

   *It's not that hard, boys,* I thought, shaking my head.  *And someone
loyal, too.  Can't find that much around here either.*

   After fifth period class, I had lunch period, where I hung out with my
girlfriends- Jessie, Emily, Patty, and Tonya (Amy was in 7th period lunch
period).  We weren't the most popular girls, with their over-the-top
makeup, but we definitely weren't like the other kids.  You know- goths,
nerds, geeks, and the loners.  We liked to talk about boys (I told everyone
about Tom, with mixed reactions), makeup, and celebrities.  We usually had
a different magazine to comb over every day.  It was fun to make fun of
some of the fashion, or the ridiculous things reality stars were doing. 
But we also liked to imagine wearing those dresses or making ourselves look
beautiful.  When hanging out, we would often talk about how ugly we looked,
and be happy when our girlfriends told us how pretty we were.  This kind of
stuff happened every day, and I always looked forward to chatting with my
girls.  It was like the only time I felt social at school.

   Just before sixth period ended, I went to the ladies room with Emily and
Patty.  Patty was more into sports than any of my other friends, and
Emily's interests were usually in reading- she was definitely the brains of
our group.

   I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining myself like I always
do.  First it was my face, cuz the worst thing in the world is having acne
pop up on you during school.  That shit grossed me out.  Next, I looked for
facial hair, cuz I sometimes missed them in the morning.  I had
experimented with eyebrow pencil like a month ago, but it didn't really
make a difference since I was good at plucking and shaping my eyebrows.

   In fact, I really didn't use much makeup at all.  Just a little
eyeliner- a copper color, for my blue eyes, and some mascara for my lashes.
That was like, the minimum that any self-respecting girl in her senior year
would wear.  Anything less and you look like garbage rolled out of bed. 
And there were girls that always looked tired, cuz, they wore no makeup at
all.  Bianca Besterman.  Ugh.  She would so much better if she put some
effort into it.  But there were girls that also used a ton of foundation
and blush, too.  Like, why?  You're going to school, not a fashion runway.
They probably spend an hour on makeup every morning.

   After checking my face out, I pull some lip gloss out and apply it to my
upper lip, then my lower lip.  I smack my lips, and I like how the light
red color looks on me.  I lean back from the mirror, checking on my outfit.
Today it's a comfy cream-colored ¾ sweater over my skinny jeans.  With my
beach-blond hair, it's actually a nice look.

   But look at my small boobs, I thought.  I squeezed my boobs together
with my arms, imagining how great it would be to be bigger.  I was only a
size 34BB.  More than half of my friends were bigger in that department.

   *I could be in the itty-bitty-titty-committee*.  I sighed.  And another
weird thing- my areolas were too big, too.  It didn't make sense that God
would give me such small tits and saucers around my nipples.

   *Maybe if I had bigger boobs, I could attract a real man.* I started to
absent-mindedly play with my beach-blonde hair.  It had subtle highlights
in it from the summer, which I really liked cuz it gave it more shades of
color.  After smoothing the hair down with my hand, it was a little longer
than shoulder length.

   I turned myself around to look at my butt.  The jeans were tight enough
that it gave my butt some shape, but I wish I had more in that area, too.
Maybe it made sense for my butt and boobs to stay small on my lithe 5'8''
frame, but it just wasn't sexy enough.  One of my biggest fears was that
the man of my dreams would pass by me because I wasn't busty enough or
curvy enough to hold his attention.

   I was looking myself over again when Becky and Melissa walked up to the
bathroom mirror.  They were some of the more popular girls in our grade,
and both these girls were dating football players.  I caught Becky's glance
in the mirror.  "Hey" I said.  No response from her.  *Whatever.*

   "So I heard you have a crush on Tom Browning from the football team"
Becky said to the mirror.

   "Where'd you hear that?" I replied.

   "Just a rumor going around.  Is it true?"

   "I mean, he's nice looking and all, but I don't think he's my type".  It
was the truth.

   Melissa gave a little laugh, "yeah, you got that right".  *What a
bitch,* I thought.

   I heard the toilet flush, and a few seconds later I hear a loud bang
coming from the stall, which made all of us jump.  Patty strode out of the
stall and made a beeline for Becky and Melissa, with that same mean face
she puts on when she plays volleyball.  She walked right up to Becky and
me.

   "You girls done washing up?" she asked them.  You could tell from her
expression that she wanted some trouble.  Patty had almost thrown down with
Melissa before, so they knew this wasn't a bluff.

   "Chill, Patty.  We're just talking" Becky said.  Boy, it was a good
thing Melissa hadn't opened her mouth.  Patty really hated her.

   "Actually" Becky continued, "we were about to tell Eva about a party at
Jason's house tonight.  His parents are out of town for the weekend, but
they're leaving early today." She paused.  "Tom should be there" she added
to me.

   "Cool" I said, "thanks for letting me know.  I'll think about it."

   Becky glanced over to Melissa, and the two of them left the bathroom
together.

   "Fuckin' skank bitches" Patty muttered.  Emily was joining us now.

   "What do ya think, should we go?" I asked.

   "Not with them hoes there" Patty said.  I looked over to Emily for some
unbiased advice.

   "I've heard about those parties" she said, "They're good if you want to
get wasted and laid.  You can bet those football players like to get rowdy
too.  If you're into that kind of thing." I could tell from Emily's
expression that she was not.

   "Girl, we need to use those fake I.D.'s we got from Oscar and hit the
clubs" said Patty.  She was always bringing up the clubs, cuz that girl
loved to dance.

   I thought about it for a moment, "Well, it is a Friday night.  Maybe we
can go tonight, but only if we all go" I was looking at Emily.

   "You know that's not my thing" she pleaded.  This was going to take some
peer pressure, and Patty wasn't about to disappoint.

   "What else you doin' tonight?  Masturbating at home?" Patty could be a
little crude.  "I bet you'll find plenty of dudes at the club willin' to
take you home with them." Patty was smiling, enjoying how uncomfortable
this kind of talk made Emily feel.  "They be buyin' you drinks all night,
tryin' to get at your cooch." Emily was blushing.

   She was looking at me next, "How about you Eva?  You ready to get back
in the saddle?"

   "I know, it's been awhile" I admitted.  And it had, almost 3 months now
since that break up with John.  It was a bad experience all around, and we
definitely rushed things, physically.  I punched my V-card with John, then
broke up with him a week later because of it.  The sex was that bad.

   "Let's do it" I said with some confidence.

   "Yeah, ladies night at the club.  C'mon Emily, let's try to get a guy
rub up on you." Emily didn't seem interested, and looked back at me.  I
nodded at her, as if to say, *don't worry, I won't force you to do
anything.*

   "Alright", she said.

   After school was over, I was at my house, thinking about the club we
were going to.  It was a new place downtown called Club Soho, right by the
downtown bars.  Not a lot of high schoolers had been there, since it was 18
and over.  Luckily for us, Oscar had gotten us some authentic-looking fake
I.D.'s, which cost me $100.  This was the first time I was gonna use it,
which made me pretty nervous.  I looked at my fake I.D.  again.

   What if we get caught?  I had asked Patty.  It was her idea, after all.
Girl, they just take your I.D.  away and you go home.  Nobody cares about
some high school girl hanging out at a club, she told me.  Police have
better things to do.

   They better.  The last thing I wanted was to go to jail and have my
parents bail me out.  I would never be allowed to go out again.  They
probably wouldn't let me go to college, either.  They were always talking
about frat hazing's and women getting raped on campus.

   I wonder what they would think if I went to Jason's party tonight .Ha
ha, they would kill me.

   I put my fake I.D.  back in my purse and thought about the club again.
Maybe I would find a nice college student, one who was mature and
interesting.  Someone who was studying to become something rich and
successful, like a businessman or a lawyer.  Then we could get married and
afford a nice house to live in.  We would start a family, and have our own
beautiful, successful children.  A man who was tall, and handsome, someone
physically fit who could easily sweep me off my feet.  Oh, and someone with
a big penis, who could really go to town on me.  I'd give anything to find
that man.

   I closed my eyes.  *Mmmmm.* I could imagine someone like Chris Hemsworth
making love to me, holding me down with his big, strong arms.  I reached
down with my hand to my outer lips, and slowly bucked against it.  I wanted
it so bad.

   Obviously my parents weren't going to let me go out to the club, so
Patty and I devised a plan.  First I would tell them I was going over to
Emily's to hang out before going to the movies, since my parents liked
Emily.  Once at Emily's, Emily and I would tell her folks we were going to
the movies with Patty, but instead would go over to Patty's house.  Her
parents didn't care too much what Patty did, and if anything, we were seen
as a good influence on her.  There I would get dressed up and put on my
makeup.  Then Patty would drive us downtown, to be at Club Soho by 10:30.
They were open `til 3 in the morning, but we would be back well before
then.



   The plan worked perfectly, and we were at Patty's house with none of our
parents the wiser.  Now we had plenty of time to get dolled up for the
night.

   "How much money did you girls bring?" I asked them.  The three of us
were all in front of the bathroom mirror, fixing our makeup.

   "I'm only spending $20" Emily said.  Out of all of us, she had the least
amount of makeup on.  She still looked cute, though.  Patty gave her a
look.

   "You know it's a $10 cover, right?"

   "Yeah, but I don't wanna get drunk.  Just listen to the music, ya know?"
Emily replied.  "Besides, I hear girls can get drinks for free in these
places.  You just have to show a little interest in the boys.  I'm sure you
could get free drinks, Patty".  She was giving Patty a coy smile.  No way
was Patty going to walk away from a potential challenge.

   "Girl, I'll be gettin' so many drinks y'all gonna have to carry me
home", Patty laughed.  "In fact, let's make that a bet- girl who gets the
most free drinks tonight, wins.  You in Eva grrrl?"

   "Sure, I'll play" I said.  It didn't really seem fair to tease the boys
like that, but it might be fun to go out of my comfort zone and flirt a bit
for once.  There was no harm in flirting, especially at a club where
everyone was doing it.  I decided to wear the hottest outfit I had, since
this was my first night at a real nightclub.  It was early October, which
meant the nights were getting cold, but Patty told me that girls still
dress slutty (lots of skin) when going out.  The clubs were always warm,
she said.  So I decided on the more revealing diagonally-striped black and
shimmering gold dress I had.  It had a Sweetheart neckline and short (just
below the armpit) sleeve to it, and it extended down to my mid-thigh.  With
the push-up bra I had on, I had more cleavage showing than I was
comfortable with, but Patty said all the girls were doing it.  Besides,
tonight was all about doing something new.

   She also said that clubs were dark, so you had to make your makeup
count. For my beach blonde hair, this meant a beige foundation for my face
and a light smoky brown eyeshadow.  I went with a slightly darker pink
lipstick, and a volumizing mascara to make my blue eyes pop.

   I looked over at Patty, who was using a glittered purple eye shadow that
went well with her dark complexion.  She had some bright red lipstick on
that was almost too distracting, but that fit her personality perfectly. 
She was wearing a super tight black and silver body suit and bare midriff
that showed off her impressive ass.

   And lastly, Emily was wearing a modest floral dress and stockings.

   "Look at us sexy bitches", Patty said, "Those boys better watch out!"



   By the time we drove downtown at quarter to 11, there weren't a lot of
available spots for street parking.  Patty had to park a couple blocks away
from the club, so it was a long walk in the cold.  Compared to my
girlfriends, I was showing a lot more skin, which made me more miserable.
Fortunately for me I had wedges on, so I could walk at a fast pace.  It
took all of Patty's effort to keep up with her high heels.

   Even if we hadn't known where we were, the sounds of the club pumping
its bass told us which direction to go.  It was like a beacon for horny
adults looking to make bad decisions, and that's where we wanted to be.  To
be honest, I was feeling nervous about the whole thing.

   We saw the club's neon light on the other side of the street, but there
was a line of about a dozen people waiting outside.  We crossed the street
and made our way towards the club entrance, on the opposite side of the
line to get in.  Patty slowed up near the entrance, where a large bouncer
in a coat was partially blocking the door.  She was peering inside the
doorway, when the bouncer noticed her.  She walked up to him and started
talking to him, and he looked at Emily and me.  The look he gave us made me
feel uncomfortable, like I was in some pageant competition being judged on
my appearance.  He was looking back at Patty, but didn't say anything.

   I heard Patty mention the word "cold", so I rubbed my hands on the
opposite arms for effect.  I couldn't see what the bouncer said, but Patty
looked back at us and told us to come in.  Patty handed her I.D.  over,
then he looked at it, passed a light over it, and nodded for her to go in.
I forgot to take my I.D.  out, so I ushered Emily to go next.  I was still
pulling out my I.D.  when it was my turn.  He nodded at me with some
impatience.  I was shaking as I gave him the I.D.  Whether it was the cold,
or my nervousness, I couldn't tell.  He was definitely taking a longer time
with this one than Patty or Emily.  *Oh no, did I give him the wrong one?*

   "Are you 21?" he asked.

   "Yup" I answered quickly, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

   He looked over the card again, and passed the black light over it. 
"Enjoy", he said, passing the card back to me.  I took the card and stepped
inside, letting go of the breath I only now realized I was holding in.  My
heart was pounding in my chest as I walked into the foyer and met up with
Emily and Patty, who were waiting for me.  Emily arched her eyebrows up, as
if to say, that was close.

   The next door was also manned by a large man, who was wearing a tight
black shirt with white lettering spelling "SECURITY" on the front.  After
paying the cover charge, he put bracelets on our wrists and moved to the
side, letting us in.

   The club was definitely dark inside, but constantly-moving multi-colored
lights were coming from the stage straight ahead.  Between the flashing
lights and booming sound system, it was very disorienting.  I looked
around, adjusting to the atmosphere, and trying to get the club's layout.
The bar was ahead and to the right, and it was easy to make out with its
lighted counter and premium liquors stacked high together on the wall. 
There seemed to be a lot of people at the bar, which had three counters to
it since it was built against the wall.  A mirrored wall.  *Cool,* I
thought.

   Straight ahead there were a lot of people dancing to the music, which at
this point was a techno beat mixed with a loud bass.  The dancers were all
in a square depression in front of the DJ station, and I could see a couple
railings going down the two steps into the dance floor.  To the left of the
dance floor I saw some smaller, circular tables set up.  There were a lot
of empty bottles and half-finished drinks on the waist-height tables, with
only a few people standing there.

   I was tapped on the shoulder, and I turned towards my right, almost
smacking my face into Patty's.  "Let's get a drink" she yelled in my ear.
The music was so loud that it took me a moment to understand what she said.
I looked over at Emily, and craned my head in the direction of the bar.

   It took a minute for us to get drinks at the bar, and I noticed both the
guys and girls making their furtive looks at us.  It made me feel
self-conscious, and I subconsciously pulled my dress up at the neckline
because of it.  I also noticed that a lot of the girls were dressed more
like Patty and me- deeper necklines, sparkling dresses, lots of eye shadow,
and bare legs.  At least I was dressed for the part, like I belonged here.
*Poor Emily,* I thought.  She does stick out.  But then again, she does
seem pretty happy here.  Emily was the type of girlfriend who always had
your back, and was always willing to try something new, even if she
complained about it.

   As for the men, almost all of them wore some sort of button down shirt
that was tight against their bodies.  Most of them wore jeans, too.  So
jealous.  I also noticed that the majority of them had short hair, like
they had just gotten a haircut.  You could smell their cologne if you got
close enough to them.  And they were tall, too.  This is more like what I
want, I thought, as Patty handed me my drink.  I started drinking it
immediately, but couldn't taste the alcohol.

   Patty yelled something into Emily's ear, and they were now having a back
and forth yelling conversation, which I couldn't hear.  The music, which
felt deafening at first, was now pleasant to listen to.  I watched the
people dance while I continued nursing my Long Island Iced Tea.  I could
feel the nerves dissipating.

   There were a lot of chaotic movements going on down there, but that fit
house music.  Both guys and girls were jumping or moving their heads up and
down with the beat, not really paying attention to each other.

   "Did you want to dance?  Emily and I are going down" Patty said.  I
nodded my head, and downed my drink while Patty and Emily left theirs on a
nearby table.

   There was still some room near one of the corners of the dance floor, so
the three of us walked down there and bopped around to the music.  At first
I was self-conscious about dancing in public, but I became more comfortable
once I started imitating what other people were doing.

   The songs seemed to go on for a long time, with repeating rhythms and
random sounds mixed in.  Some people had glow sticks on them, which were
fun to watch.

   I was starting to get warm after all the frenetic movement, so I made a
motion to my girls that I was going to the bar, and signaled them to stay
there.  Once I made it up the steps, I realized that I was feeling that
drink I had, and had to take a second to steady myself.  Next one I'll just
sip, I told myself.  I found a spot at the bar and leaned over the counter,
trying to get the attention of the bartender.  He glanced at my direction,
and came over when he was finished ringing out another patron.  He gave a
quick nod up at me.  "Another Long Island" I yelled.  He seemed to be
looking at me for another second, then went to make the drink.  Maybe he
likes me, I thought.  While waiting for the drink, I decided to look bored
and scan the bar.  Right away I noticed a good-looking man from the
opposite side of the bar looking at me, and we locked eyes.  Wow, he's
cute. I looked back at the Long Island Iced Tea in front of me, and paid
the bartender.  I brushed my hair back with my hand while trying not to
look in the same direction as the man.  I was continuing to look elsewhere
when I heard someone say,

   "Mind if I stand over here for a bit?"

   I looked and saw it was the same man as before.  He had a gorgeous smile
on, but all I could do was stare at his deep brown eyes.  They matched his
dark eyebrows and his tanned, spotless face.

   "Yeah" I said.  *Wait, what did I say?*

   "Yeah, you can stand here" I corrected myself.  He had longer hair on
top that was blown up, with a buzz cut on the sides.  His hair looked so
natural, though, no gel.  And it wasn't too long on top, because it didn't
move when he bobbed his head.

   "Cool.  I'm Rob.  What's your name?"

   "Eva." I couldn't help staring into those eyes again.

   "Nice to meet you, Eva.  Have you been here before?" he asked.

   "No, is it obvious?" I smiled back at him, feeling embarrassed.

   He seemed apologetic.  "No, not at all.  This is my first time too."
*Oh, good.* "How do you like it?"

   I felt relieved.  This felt natural, like a totally normal thing to do.
Talking to strangers felt pretty good.

   "I really like it" I said.  "It's got a lot of energy, you know?"

   Rob broke eye contact with me and scanned the club.  This gave me a
chance to glance at his body, which looked big.  He was probably around 6'
compared to my 5'8'', but leaning against the counter brought him closer to
my height.  I noticed he was wearing a black suit jacket over a white shirt
that showed some chest, when he started bringing his head back towards me.
I quickly brought my eyes back to his eyes, maybe a bit too late.

   He smiled again, "Yeah, I feel it too.  Do you like dancing?" *Oh no,
don't let him see me dancing.* "Sometimes.  I usually like to get loosened
up first", I said while grabbing my drink.  *Oh fuck, that sounded so dumb.
Think of something cool to say.* He was first to talk, though,

   "Alright.  Do you want to dance later?" he said.  *I would dance with
you anywhere, anytime.*

   "Sure.  I'd like that." I took a sip of my drink.

   "Cool, I'll see you later then." As he left, I watched him from behind
to get another good look at him- although he looked muscular in the chest
and shoulders, the cut of the jacket also gave him a slim waist.  *Damn,
he's got to be built like a truck.* I sipped my drink for half a minute,
thinking about Rob before I realized that I was going back to the dance
floor.  I hurried over to them, and excitedly waved them to come follow me
to the bathroom.  Once inside I told them what Rob looked like, what he
said, and what I said.

   "I knew them boys weren't ready for us" Patty said.  "Grrrrl, I'm so
proud of you!"

   "Didn't get a free drink, though" Emily said smartly.

   Patty brushed Emily's comment aside.  "Girl, don't worry about that. 
All you got to do now is keep him interested.  Keep flirtin' with him, and
grind the hell out of him." Patty was grinding next to Emily, and both of
them laughed.

   I wasn't great at dancing, but grinding was pretty easy- just move your
ass to the beat and let him follow you with his crotch.  It was all about
moving as one unit, kind of like sex.  I mean, you could make it
passionate, like in Dirty Dancing, but it didn't have to be that way.

   I reapplied my lipstick in the mirror and checked myself out again. 
*You can do this, Eva.  He's just a guy.  A really, really, hot guy.*

   Patty, Emily and I walked back to our drinks, but I didn't see Rob.  In
fact, it was starting to get crowded, so we brought our drinks with us to
the dance floor before there wasn't any more room.  When we got there
though, the DJ was saying something on the mic about changing it up.

   That's when I heard a deep voice on the speaker, "It was all a dream..."
and people in the crowd cheered, including Patty.  In an instant, the mood
of the entire club changed from techno to R&B.  I saw some excited girls
rushing down to the floor to get loose on Notorious B.I.G's "Juicy",
rotating their shoulders and swaying from side to side.  There was a small
exodus of clubbers from the floor, too.  I looked over and saw Patty
rapping the lyrics, occasionally yelling, "...and if you don't know, now
you know".  90's rap wasn't really my thing, but the alcohol was making me
feel loose inside, so it was easy to follow along with the beat.  There
were a couple more vintage hip hop songs played, like Snoop Dogg's "Gin and
Juice" and Dr.  Dre's "Nuthin' But A G Thang".

   The DJ switched up the track with a more modern hit- Lil Wayne's
"Lollipop".  As soon as Patty heard the opening synthesizer line, she went
nuts.  Since she was yelling, I was yelling too.  This was more like my
music.

   I was rocking my body out to the music and feeling totally buzzed when I
felt something on my hips.  I looked behind and saw Rob standing there,
flashing his smile again.  He looked even sexier with only his white dress
shirt and black pants on, and I wanted to dance.

   Facing towards him, I was rolling my shoulders and stepping side to side
with the beat, inviting him to dance too.  Rob responded by putting his
hands behind his head, bending his knees, and thrusting his hips forward
with the beat in a ridiculous fashion, which made me laugh.  *He's funny,
too.*

   That's when he started popping and locking and I thought, *Oh my gosh,
he can dance!*

   He was a way better dancer than me, so I did my best to look sexy by
slowly rotating my hips and my chest.  I was running out of dance moves and
didn't want to keep doing the same thing- Patty's keep him interested,
popped in my head- so I slowly slid over to him while gyrating.

   He was waiting to see what I would do next, so I surprised him by
quickly turning around as soon as I got close.  *Mmmm, he smells good.*

   It was automatic, like we both needed it, when I felt his hands on my
hips and my ass on his crotch.  I felt a strong connection to him, like we
were inseparable, and a rush of excitement filled me.

   I rocked my hips side to side, feeling him stay with me.  His powerful
chest was on my back, and his hot breath tickled the back of my neck. 
Whether from the alcohol or the moment, I was feeling really warm inside. I
focused entirely on moving with him, feeling his masculine strength flowing
with my feminine body.  *He's so sexy,* I thought.  *I want him so bad.*

   The next song playing was "Yeah" by Usher.  Another good grind song.  By
now I could feel his erection between my cheeks, so close to my pussy.

   As Rob and I continued to grind, I felt his body getting closer to mine,
like we were one person.  My head was getting fuzzy as we kept bumping to
the rhythm.  *Yes baby, more.* I took his hands in mine and slid them
towards the front of my body, right below my belly button.  A shiver ran
through my body as I felt him flex those strong arms around me.

   I felt the side of his cheek brushing my ear.  *Mmmmm.* I craned my head
the other way, and he responded by brushing his cheek against the side of
my neck.  On impulse, I brought his right hand up to my chest and held it
against my left breast.  When he touched it, I gasped a little, closing my
eyes.  I've never felt this turned on.  I felt a stirring in my crotch, and
brought his left hand closer to it.

   I felt him separate from me a little, which brought me back from my
daze. I wanted him so bad, and I needed to show him.  While still holding
onto his hands, I twirled around to face him, eyes half closed in numbness.
I found his face waiting for me, so I kissed him, eagerly.  Our arms ended
up wrapping each other in an embrace, and I felt a strong sense of
security. My eyes were still closed as I kissed him passionately, throwing
my head into the kiss and closing my lips quickly over his.  I felt his
cock against my pussy, which drove me to groan inside his mouth.  My groan
must have triggered him somehow, because he squeezed my ass with both
hands, bringing our sexes closer.  *I want to fuck him right now,* I
screamed in my head.

   He released my ass and left his hands intertwined on the small of my
back.  I looked longingly into his beautiful brown eyes, then broke the
tension with a laugh, and used my hand on his neck to bring us forehead to
forehead.

   "Sorry, I don't usually do that" I said.  He brought his head back to
look at me again, and a smile widened on his face before he spoke in my
ear...

   "I don't either, but you're so sexy, I can't help myself." I was glad he
felt the same way.

   The heated moment we shared was dissipating, which reminded me of where
we were.

   "Do you want to go someplace to talk?" I tried telling him, without
yelling too much.

   "Yeah, I'd like that" he said.  He took my hand and led me towards the
bar.  It was only then that I noticed Emily was drinking by herself at one
of the tables, watching us.  *I wonder where Patty went?*

   I waved to Emily real quick, and kept looking around for Patty.  "What
do you want to drink?" Rob asked me.

   "I don't know" I smiled, "whatever you want".  I couldn't really think
of a drink anyways.

   Rob returned with something yellow for me to drink, and something dark
for himself.  "Do you want to go to the lounge?" he asked.  I didn't know
there was one, but nodded.

   On the far side of the bar, by the DJ station, there was an open doorway
to a blue-lit room.  Since the speakers were turned away from that side
room, it was much easier to have a conversation in here.  I noticed that
the semi-circular room had a lot of alcoves cut into the wall, where people
were seated on cushions drinking or making out.  This room also had a bar
in it too, but it was much smaller than the other one.

   Rob led me to an alcove that had a curtain draped over the front, and he
pulled it away to let me walk inside.  I sat down on the red leather
horseshoe-shaped cushion, and set my drink down on the marble table there.
He took his black jacket off a hook on the wall, and put it on before
settling next to me.

   "I got this booth for us after I talked to you at the bar", he
explained. "I figured you might want to talk for a bit and cool off after
dancing for a bit." *Wow, how does he know me so well?*

   "You're very sweet, Rob" I replied.  "I hope you didn't spend too much
on it for me." He really was too much.  Not like any other man I've met.

   "It's all worth it...  if you like it I mean" he was quick to add.  My
smile told him I did.

   "Besides, it's really not that much.  My parents tell me to find a nice
woman to marry before they get too old, so they give me spending money. 
Crazy, right?" Kind of odd, but I won't complain.  *Is his family wealthy
or something?*

   "Yeah, it is" I replied.  "So what do you do for a living?"

   "I'm a student right now, but I'll be graduating with my bachelor's in
biomedical sciences this year.  I'm already accepted into the medical
school program here." *Oh my gosh, a doctor?*

   "Wow, so you're gonna be a doctor someday?" I asked incredulously.  *Who
would've expected that in a place like this?*

   Rob laughed, "Well, hopefully.  The program here is pretty tough, and
not everyone makes it through." *Was he really this modest?*

   "Wow, that's awesome.  You must be really smart." He brushed the
compliment off.

   "Maybe, I don't know.  My parents are pretty smart; they're both working
for Doctors Without Borders right now in Zambia." *Where?* "So what do you
do?" he asked me.

   I had my drink in my hand, so I sipped it a little to buy some time- *I
can't tell him I'm a high school student, I'm way too young for him.  But
if I lie, and he finds out, he won't ever want to talk to me again...*

   "I'm kind of in between jobs right now." Technically it was true, but it
still felt wrong- I hadn't worked since last summer at Old Navy.

   "Sorry to hear that.  You seem like a really nice girl; I'm sure
something will show up." *What a sweetheart.*

   We kept talking while the music boomed next door; him, asking questions
about me, and me, trying to deflect it back towards him.  I found out that
he only recently turned 21, and that he was living at his parents' place to
save his parents money while going to school full time.  He's an only
child, and was homeschooled for most of grade school, which is why he
didn't have a lot of friends growing up.  In fact, he told me he had a hard
time making friends because he was always busy with school, sports, or
volunteering.  That's why he came by himself tonight.

   I stroked his strong arm and asked about his workout routine.  Rob liked
to lift weights at least 30 minutes every day to keep strong for lacrosse
club competitions, and he also liked to jog in his free time.  One of his
goals during the summer was to run a marathon, so we got to talking about
running, since I liked to run at least every week.  His work ethic and
goals were infectious; pretty soon I felt motivated to go train for a
marathon with him.  In fact, just hearing him talk about his life motivated
me to improve my own.

   I finished my drink, so Rob went to get me a new one.  I checked my
phone quick and saw several missed calls from Emily and my parents.  My
parents probably wanted to check up on me, while Emily was undoubtedly
getting lonely and wanting to go home.  I had to think of a plan, and fast.

   I got out of the booth and walked over to Rob at the bar.  "Hey, I have
to check in with some girlfriends of mine.  I'll be right back, okay?" I
grabbed around his waist, "Don't go anywhere".  I planted a kiss on him to
remember me by, and walked out to the main club area.

   It didn't take long to find Emily, since she was still in the same
drink-table area as before.  She seemed a little upset.  "Where have you
been?" she asked in a panic.  We were still yelling in each other's ears
just to be heard.

   "I met a guy.  His name is Rob.  He's amazing" I yelled back.  Emily
didn't seem impressed.

   "I saw you two.  It was pretty gross." *Ow.  What the hell was her
problem?*

   I decided to change the subject, "Where's Patty?"

   "She's at the bar, still trying to get free drinks.  It's getting pretty
late, Eva." She obviously wanted to go home.

   But I wasn't ready to go home.  Not back to my simple life as just
another high school girl, going through the motions of class and homework.
Having my heart broken by losers and users, people who didn't deserve to be
in a real relationship.  I always wanted a way out of the anxiety, out of
the control of others.  I wanted to live life free, like it was meant to
be, with someone I deserved.

   I nodded my head towards the bar, and Emily followed me there.  I saw
Patty talking with another guy, smiling.  It looked more like one of her
flirty smiles, though, not a real one.  The man she was with definitely
seemed interested in her.  *She must be playing with him.  What a bitch,* I
thought.  *Wait, why do I care?  Is it because of Rob?*

   In that moment, I realized that Rob was not like the other guys.  He
wasn't here to get me drunk and take me home with him, or to elevate his
ego.  Although we had a great physical connection on the club floor, Rob
was just as interested in who I was as a person, and getting to know me. 
He was a real sweet guy, and a sexy hunk too.

   I could see in Patty the high school immaturity that I wanted to escape,
as well as the sexual, adulterated love that a place like this bred.  I
needed to get away from both and find real love.

   I tapped Patty on the shoulder, and told her that I had met a friend,
who was going to take me home.  I explained that Emily needed to get home
soon, and I gave both of them a hug before heading towards the lounge.  I
felt bad about ditching Emily like that, but I wasn't giving Rob up for the
world.

   I practically skipped my way back to the lounge couch, where Rob was
waiting.

   I kissed Rob on the lips for a few seconds before letting go.  "I missed
you", I said.

   "Missed you too, Eva.  How are your friends doing?"

   "They're good.  They don't really like the club scene, so they're going
home." Rob had his arms up on the top of the couch backside, so I sidled up
under his arm.  His cologne smelled nice again.

   "Would you be able to drive me tonight?", I said, while stroking his
leg. "We can hang out here a little longer, or hang out at your place. 
Either way is good with me." I could tell he liked me touching his leg, and
he responded by wrapping an arm around me.

   "Wherever you wanna go" he said.  I moved my hand from his leg to his
chest, and felt the strong pec muscles underneath his shirt.

   "Let me finish my drink, then we can go" I said while tracing his chest
with my hand.  I looked up at him, and saw his face was just as happy as
mine.

   A little while later, we finished our drinks, but didn't say much.  I
think we both knew what was on our minds, and the looks of longing only
hastened our departure.

   Hand in hand, we walked out of the club together into the frigid air. 
Fortunately, the bite of this October night was somewhat numbed by the
alcohol buzz I felt, and Rob wrapped me up in his suit jacket.  We found
Rob's car quickly, which was a green Jaguar sedan.  We talked a little more
in the car, but the whole time I was thinking about what we might do at his
house.

   I was surprised to find out Rob lived in a beautiful 2-story beach house
within walking distance of the beach.  Rob parked the Jag under the house,
and led me up the stairs to the living room.  Despite being a beach house,
it was very spacious inside, with a vaulted ceiling in the living room, and
large bay windows overlooking the ocean.  The place was immaculately clean,
with modern off-white walls and black leather furniture.  The living room
was directly connected to the dining area and kitchen through an open
layout.

   "Your house is beautiful" I told Rob.  We both put our shoes by the
stairwell.

   "Thanks.  My parents bought it in 2002 to be closer to the ocean.  We
used to vacation down by Myrtle Beach every year, and my parents always
missed the beach after we stopped going." He came out of the kitchen with a
drink in each hand.  "Drink?"

   "Sure" I said.  It tasted strong, whatever it was.  Rob was on his phone
when I heard light jazz staring to play.  He led me to the black sofa,
which had deep cushions and looked comfortable enough to sleep on.

   "Did you play the music from your phone?" I asked, while setting my
drink down on the coffee table.

   He gave me a smile.  "That's not the only thing I can do with it." Just
then a fire roared to life in the fireplace.  I was staring at the flames
without even noticing the lights dimming.  *It's so romantic, I thought.* I
stared into Rob's rich brown eyes again, not caring how long the eye
contact was.  *He's so perfect.  I want him so bad,* I thought.

   Rob was the one to look away this time.  "You look really stunning
tonight" he said.  That made me smile.

   "You're gorgeous" I sputtered, then laughed nervously.  The air was
getting thick around us, like it was hard to breathe.

   I slid closer to him and put his drink on the table next to mine.  I
touched the top of his foot with my bare foot, and leaned in closer to him
for a kiss.  I felt his strong hand on the back of my neck, as I was gently
directed towards his mouth.  I closed my eyes and felt his soft lips on
mine.  I wet my lips, and it felt just as sensual as when we kissed
earlier. I put my left hand around his waist, and wrapped my left leg over
his leg, entwining us together.  He broke his face away from me, slowly.

   "Are you on the pill?" he asked me.  It took me a second to process. 
"Yes" I replied, which was true.

   I was starting to think about the consequences of sex then- *Wait, what
if my parents find out?*

   Rob kissed my neck, which elicited a small moan from me.  *I'm still
underage.  They could have him arrested.* That was the last thing I wanted
to happen to Rob.  I smiled a bit when I felt his face on my neck.  The
stubble on his face tickles.

   I felt his kisses traveling around my neck and upper chest, but the tops
of my breasts were within easy reach of his mouth.  *Oh, he's teasing me,*
I thought.  I felt a shiver run through my body.

   I ran my right hand through his hair as my heartbeat felt louder and my
breathing deepened.  He felt so strong with his arms around my back.  This
is wrong.  I can't let anyone know about us.  I took another breath, But it
feels so good.

   I arched my back to bring my breasts closer to him.  My hard nipples
were pressing into my bra, and they needed to be freed.  He finally brought
his face to my breasts, licking them lightly.  *Ohhh that feels good.* I
closed my eyes and tilted my head back, focusing on the feeling his hot
breath and wet tongue left on my chest.

   Focusing on the pleasure from his lips created a tingle in my genitals,
and instinctively I bucked my hips on his upper thigh.

   I lightly pushed him back against the sofa, and felt my breasts cool a
bit as his mouth left them.  He watched me with glazed eyes as I stood up
to undress myself.  I teased him a bit by smiling while slowly bringing one
sleeve over my shoulder, then the next.  I shimmied the dress the rest of
the way, and stepped over towards him again once I was only in my lingerie.
I straddled his lap, and he helped me as I took his jacket off.  I threw it
to the side before going after his shirt buttons.  My chest was now close
to his face, but he still kept eye contact with me.  I decided to continue
teasing him by working slowly on his shirt, while also kissing him.  I felt
his warm hands stroking my bare legs, and occasionally my butt.

   I eventually exposed his bare chest, which was rock hard and had light
chest hair on it.  All of a sudden, we were in a race to undress each
other, as he worked on my bra clasp and I worked on the rest of his shirt.
Even in my frenzied state, I could tell Rob was packing a huge erection
under his pants, and I wanted to get at that cock to see what it could do
to me.

   My bra popped off before I could release his cock, and I felt the cool
rush of air return to my naked breasts.  It was then that Rob grabbed
around my ass with his arms and lifted me into the air.  As he stood, I
held his neck with my hands and wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing
my crotch as close to him as possible.  Effortlessly, he rested me with my
back on the couch, then ripped his shirt away from his body.

   Just as I had imagined at the club, Rob was built like a truck, with
massive pecs and bulging arms.  His waist was surprisingly small, and he
was sporting a four pack of abs.  I bit my lip as he dropped his pants,
leaving him in his boxer briefs.

   "You sure you want to do this?" he asked.  This was the point of no
return, and I knew that it would change my life forever.  I looked over his
amazing body again, "Yes" I breathed.  I moved my feet over the cushion in
hot anticipation.  *Yes, fuck me now.*

   When he pulled his boxer briefs down, I couldn't process what I was
seeing...

   It was the biggest cock I had ever seen, standing straight and at
attention in front of me.  It looked to be 6-8 inches long, with a girth
that would've been hard for me to encircle with one hand.  There was little
hair around his penis, making it look like a giant tree among bushes.  I
was completely dumbfounded by the size of it, and couldn't imagine having
such a large instrument inside me.

   Underneath the power of that cock, I felt weak and supple, as if I had
been placated by his masculinity.  Gone was any feeling of control over the
situation; I was only waiting to see what would happen to me.

   Rob climbed over to me, and all I could do was stare at his member
getting closer to me, like an inevitability.  He pulled my panties down my
legs, and I felt a quiver go through my body.  In my head I kept thinking,
*please don't hurt me.*

   Rob continued climbing up my body, until he was eye level with me.  I
felt the strange focus in his eyes, and hoped he would be gentle with me. I
felt his hand touch my labia, making me clench my legs in response.  He was
still intently staring at me as he reached his hand inside my vaginal
opening, and it was all I could do to keep from moving.

   I felt a shot of pleasure from my vagina as his hand massaged me, his
fingers mostly disappeared inside me.  Another pang of pleasure, and I
tilted my head back.  *Oh, don't stop,* I thought.  Rob seemed to be
working the same area of my vagina, finding a spot I liked.

   As the pleasure continued to build, I felt wetness around my vaginal
opening, making the hand movements smoother and more pleasurable.

   I felt his hand leave me, so I looked down and saw him massaging his
massive cock with the pussy juices on his hand.  *Come inside me,* I
thought, *all of you.*

   My labia were swelled and sensitive to the touch, so I distinctly felt
his cock on both sides of my opening.  He was entering me slowly, and every
inch of movement felt like he was filling me completely.

   I groaned as he continued, feeling the stretch of my vaginal tissue from
the pressure of his girth.  At the moment I was feeling more and more numb,
as I lost sensation from the rest of my body.

   He kept sliding into me well past my expectation, exploring areas I
hadn't felt before.  I was feeling physically complete like never before,
like I was finally whole.  It felt so wonderful.

   Just when I thought he would poke through my lower back, he stopped and
slowly reversed direction.  As he receded, I felt the pressure subside, but
the friction continued to spark excitement in my brain.  I was aware of how
stiff my nipples had gotten, so I rubbed them with my hands.  This, coupled
with the friction of his cock, elicited another wave of pleasure.  A groan
escaped my lips as I played with my now-stimulated breasts.  Oh fuck yes I
felt his cock push inside me again, a little faster this time.  "Oh, fuck"
I said to myself.

   "Are you alright?" he asked.  I was more than alright.  "Keep going" I
breathed.

   As he rammed me again, I felt pleasure like I never did before.  This
man was taking me to heights I never felt before.  He was moving faster
now, and I clenched my vaginal muscles to keep him tight inside me.

   I couldn't help but moan, "Oh, oh, yes, fuck yes" over and over.  The
feeling of bliss continued to rise in me, like a drug taking over my mind.

   I looked and saw a sheen of sweat over his perfect body, making me flush
with excitement and awe.

   The pace continued to quicken as my mind was going blank from over
sensation.

   "Ah, ah, ah" I continued, growing louder as I felt the buildup continue.
Vaguely I could hear Rub grunting.  *I'm about to cum,* I realized.

   The "ah" continued in rhythm with each thrust, and I longed to feel his
juices inside me.  The pressure inside my brain was unbearable, and I
couldn't clench my vagina anymore.  I was about to explode...

   "I'm cumming" I yelled.  Rob yelled out too, and I felt him give one
last hard push inside me.  The feeling of his cum blasting me mixed with
his penetration caused an explosion in my mind, and everything went dark.
All at once, I felt fireworks going off in my brain, while my body tingled
and twitched.  I held my breath as the orgasm continued to wrack my mind,
holding me hostage as it mercilessly stimulated me.  There was no more
thought, no more me, just endless blasts of bliss.  I lost track of time as
the explosions continued in my brain.

   After some time, I began to regain my senses- first I felt my chest
heaving up and down, then I felt my body's warmth diminish as the sweat
evaporated.  I opened my eyes and saw Rob was rolled on his side, his back
to the couch backing and his front towards me.  He was in the same state I
was, trying to catch his breath in the afterglow.

   My mind was fuzzy as I thought about what we just did, and instinctively
I curled up next to him.  There were no words to be said, just feeling the
strong connection we shared at this moment.

   I smiled at him, and he smiled at me.

   I saw Rob close his eyes, and he looked to be exhausted.  I tried
holding onto this memory as long as I could, but felt the soft pull of
sleep as he did.  *I finally found my man,* I thought.  *I can be happy the
rest of my life.*

   In that thought, I closed my eyes in a peaceful, secure bliss.