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This story is intended for persons over 18. Sexually explicit material.
Writer welcomes comments on House Guest series.
House Guest 3: Clubbing
By Thomas Frottage
I awoke from my nap refreshed and aroused. Whatever I was dreaming about sure
had me worked up. I felt my erection through the thin sheet I was under. I was
pretty turned on for having come just a few hours earlier. I stroked myself
through the sheet a couple times deciding if I really wanted to yank it again
or wait until I could have someone else do it. I decided to wait; armed with
the technique Brad showed me I couldn't wait to put it to use. I tossed the
sheet aside and got out of bed listening to the silence throughout the
apartment. I figured Brad must've left or gone back to sleep. I decided not
to bother putting on clothes just to have to remove them again when I got to
the shower. I walked from my room to the bathroom with my erection still
pointing powerfully upward. I rounded the corner, noticed the door open to
Marissa's darkened room and proceeded to glance at myself in the bathroom
mirror. I liked the way my toned body looked especially with my erection
jetting away from my body. Who wouldn't want this? I asked myself as I
stroked my cock one time before closing the bathroom door.
I showered and did some trimming of my pubic hair. I couldn't get the image of
how hairless Brad had been when I watched him jerk off. I figured if one of my
"girlfriends" was going to go down on me later I should at least try to make
myself as presentable as possible. I know I didn't get as close as Brad, but I
was pretty satisfied with the result. I had effectively trimmed all the long
hairs from my pubic area and made short work of most of the hair around my
balls. Those other hairs were going to be serious work and I didn't really
want to practice my yoga skills right now. Not sure if anyone had come home
during my shower I decided to wrap my towel around my waist after drying off.
The apartment still sounded empty as I walked back to my room not really paying
attention to anything in particular.
"Mike?" a female voice inquired from inside Marissa's room.
"Yep," I replied, startled.
"Nice cock!" Marissa said closing the door as she seductively allowed me only a
slight glance at her naked behind before the door concealed her.
See must've seen me walking to the shower. I felt a little flush of
embarrassment rush through me. Was she fucking with my head? If I had bigger
balls I might have knocked on the door and asked her what she meant. Still not
outwardly confident in my ability with women, especially women of Marissa's
status, I just silently went to my room and finished getting ready for my
evening. As I dressed I imagined Marissa getting turned on by my body and
using her fingers to pleasure herself. Each time I imagined her getting hot
over my little cock I remembered that she had Brad's enormous one anytime she
wanted it. With something like that why would she want anything to do with me?
"Where you going?" Marissa nonchalantly asked as she came up next to me while I
combed my hair at the bathroom sink. She hoisted herself up on the counter so
she could look at me while I finished what I was doing. I gave her a quizzical
look, wondering if she was going to bring up my nakedness again.
Either she didn't notice my look or completely ignored it. I guessed the
latter as her eyes never left my face while she waited for my answer. I
noticed her tits bounced freely under her half-top when she moved. I was sure
she saw my eyes bulge when I noticed that. Again if she did she didn't say
anything.
"I'm going to the Playpen," I finally said figuring she wasn't going to say
anything else until I answered her.
"Isn't that a 21 and over place?" she asked.
"Yep. It's amazing what computers can do now-a-days," I said triumphantly.
"Michael!" she exclaimed in mock shock.
A huge shit-eating-grin covered my whole face as I flipped the light off
leaving her sitting on the sink in the dark bathroom. I felt a kick brush
against my ass as I ran from the room trying to avoid her attack. We both
giggled like a couple little kids.
"Where's Brad?" I asked as I put on my shoes.
"Went to the store. I think we're making it a Blockbuster night tonight," she
said flopping onto the couch across from me. A sly smile crossed my lips; I
liked looking at her on the couch much better than Brad - although Brad had
given me a good lesson.
"Blockbuster, huh? I didn't think they rented those kind of movies."
"They don't? Shit! I guess we'll just have to make our own then. You think
Brad would like that?"
It was her turn to flash a sly smile. Her eyes had become seductively lustful
when she looked over at me. I gulped and thought for sure the entire
neighborhood had heard me.
"I would think so," I managed to squeak out.
"I'm sure he'd not object to making a sequel," she said and let it hang in the
air for me to ponder.
"A sequel? That means there has to be an original," I said doing the math
quickly in my head.
"Usually." That sly smile on her face grew bigger.
I felt my cock starting to stir. I had to get up and leave right away before
she had me sporting a full blown hard-on. I was convinced she did this shit on
purpose.
"I'll be late, so don't wait up," I said and stood to leave.
"Okay. Have fun."
I walked to the door my head spinning with thoughts of Marissa fucking Brad for
the camera. God what I would give to see that tape!
"Mike?" Marissa called as I was almost out the door.
"Hmm?" I stuck my head back inside so I could see her. She had stretched out
on the couch now with her legs up bent at the knees. I could see the bottom of
her tits as they naturally overflowed down the side of her thin frame. I swore
I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her half-shirt. She
looked amazing.
"Don't let that beautiful cock of yours go to waste," she said and gave me a
sly smile and wink.
I didn't know what to say to that so I just bolted from the room trying not to
slam the door behind me. She was going to kill me with innuendo before too
long.
The Playpen was a local nightclub that catered to the 20-something crowd. The
music on the weekends was hot and the youthful crowd hotter. I spotted Nikki
and C.J. as I parked my trusty pick-up around back. They both waved as I
approached the veranda where they stood.
Walking up the back steps from the parking area I took Nikki in. She looked
stunning; about 5'5" and a trim 110 pounds with straight jet-black hair down to
the middle of her back. Her olive complexion and smooth Italian skin made my
blood boil every time I looked at her. She was out to break some hearts
tonight, I thought as I took in her incredibly sexy outfit. She wore a sleek
micro-fleece, turtleneck style black sheath that clung to her high chest and
small hips like it had been painted on. The dark spandex material accentuated
her dark skin making her even more alluring. As if the dress wasn't enough to
get my blood boiling, Nikki completed her traffic-stopping outfit with a pair
of black suede knee-high platform boots with a 3 ½" heel. She hardly ever
wore stockings; she said her natural skin color was too good to cover up. I
couldn't agree more. Tonight was no exception, as I hugged her hello I noticed
the beautiful natural color of her legs escaping from under her devilishly sexy
outfit.
"You're late," C.J. said stepping out from behind Nikki.
"Took a longer nap then I expected," I lied. I reluctantly released my hold of
Nikki and saddled my arms around C.J.
"Figures," Nikki said before turning and heading for the door.
C.J. was slightly taller then Nikki, probably 5'7", she was a tennis player and
that accounted for her muscular 120 pound frame. Her hair was a dirty blonde
that was naturally curly and she let it hang loosely around her face. C.J. was
a shade lighter then Nikki, but it was obvious that she spent time in the sun.
C.J. had an absolutely killer body from all the running and aerobic stuff she
did for tennis training. Her tits were a little on the small side, a B-cup at
best, but she made up for that with one of the most well shaped and toned asses
I had ever seen. C.J. knew what her best asset was and on nights like these
she wasn't afraid to show it off.
As I walked behind her toward the entrance I couldn't help but look at her
backside. She wore a form fitting pair of black leather pants that hung low
and hugged her hips. I couldn't see any panty lines under the tight pants and
knew that meant she was probably wearing one of her skimpy thongs. C.J. liked
to tell me about her thong collection and always promised I'd get a close look
at them someday. I think I've spilled a hundred gallons of cum just thinking
about her in those thongs. A black corset-type leather top that stopped at her
midriff nicely amplified her small breasts tonight. She covered her shoulders
with a leather jacket, but it too was only cut to her midriff. She didn't
bother to zip it up; maximum skin showing, she called it.
If the desired effect was to give all the men in the place whiplash, it was
working beautifully. In our trip to the door I think I saw every head in the
place turn and lock on my arm candy at least once. I was the envy of everyone
in line.
The Friday night crowd gradually filed in until the Playpen was packed to
capacity with a line of people still outside hoping to get in. Up to this
point most of my night had been spent at the bar sucking down as many Coors
Lights as I could manage. I had a pretty good buzz going when Nikki walked up
and demanded that I dance with her. How could I resist a woman that looked so
hot in her suede "fuck-me" boots? I had been watching all the guys in the room
ogle over C.J. and Nikki since they took the dance floor a few minutes after we
arrived. Several guys made attempts to cut in between the two of them, but
only one had been successful. C.J. was grinding her hips with a tall athletic
looking guy that obviously was enjoying her gyrations.
I placed both my hands on Nikki's waste as I followed her back onto the dance
floor. I slowly, innocently let my hands slid down her hips feeling her soft
body under the spandex material of her dress. I couldn't feel any panties as
my hands moved and I wondered if she was even wearing any. I sure hoped I was
going to have the opportunity to find out.
The music was loud with a beat that was easy to move to. Nikki spun between my
hands so she was now facing me and began to slowly move with the music. I
matched her motions and soon we were both moving wildly with the thundering
music. I wasn't much of a dancer, but with all the beer I had consumed, my
inhibitions had long since disappeared. The people around us all but vanished
as my eyes fixed on Nikki getting down and dirty on the dance floor with me.
We danced to a few more songs feeling out each other's comfort zones. I had
known Nikki for about a year; we met in English class, but never really saw her
outside school. Now that's not entirely true, I saw her - she just wasn't
really there at the time. Just like with C.J. I had spent many pleasurable
hours spanking over her image in my head. If I didn't get the balls to do
something with her tonight, I was sure she was going to be the image I came to
when I got home.
Nikki was talking to C.J. between songs so I snuck away to grab another beer.
An Off Spring song started thumping through the club's speakers, the crowd went
wild and Nikki and I once again started dancing. C.J. and Nikki did a double
team with me this time, one in front and one behind. I had no idea, nor did I
care where C.J.'s boy toy had wandered.
Between the two beautiful girls I could feel myself getting aroused. Nikki
thrust her pelvis into me while C.J. worked her hands along my hips thrusting
herself into my butt. I could feel a lot of eyes in the club fixed on the
three of us. I was having a great time simulating sex right on the dance
floor.
The song was coming to an end when I felt a soft hand reach around my neck and
pull me away from my girl sandwich. I had no idea what was happening, the
music was so loud and disorienting. I balled up my fist ready to slug whatever
was taking me away from my dancing bliss when suddenly Marissa swung her other
arm up to my chest and gave my nipple ring a quick pinch. She had the same sly
smile on her face now as she did when I left the apartment. This time the
smile was a bit more evil as she winked at me and began shaking her hips at
mine.
I didn't see her come in, but there was no way to miss her now. I thought C.J.
and Nikki had dressed the part of horny sluts until I saw what Marissa had on.
She wore a full-length chiffon gown flocked with a velvet vine pattern with one
high side slit that showed off her bare leg. Under the sheer material she wore
modest black string bikini panties and nothing else. I could tell from the
cowl back that she had nothing covering her fabulous breasts but the
strategically placed velvet leaves.
I think my mouth fell to the floor as I took her in. Her hair was up off her
neck showing off her nicely shaped shoulders and back. If I hadn't been
drinking I think I might have actually passed out from her beauty.
Instead I put my arm around her waist and ground my hips right into hers as the
Off Spring song hit it crescendo and came to an end. If I hadn't had all the
eyes in the club watching me before, I sure as hell did now. I could even see
some of the women staring at Marissa and getting that look of lust in their
eyes.
As if scripted, the DJ queued up Nine Inch Nails and the dance floor became a
sea of humping bodies. Marissa started by pulling me into her and squeezing my
ass, then she drove her hips forward as she rolled them from side to side. I
pushed myself back at her and soon we developed a stylish rhythm. I had often
heard that this song was one of the best "fuck songs" around and know I knew
why; the thundering beat and tempo were just right as we thrust our hips
together and twisted wildly around the floor. Before I knew what had happened
Marissa had turned around and was now doing the same thing to me with her ass.
I was literally dry fucking her ass on the dance floor. My hands were around
her waist feeling her stomach muscles contract and expand as she moved her
hips. Marissa motioned for Nikki to join us and without missing a step Nikki
was in front of Marissa grinding her body against hers. I couldn't believe
what I was seeing. This was a wet dream come true.
C.J. soon joined my little harem and we danced together nastily for the next
two hours. There was no way anyone in the club left with a limp dick or a dry
pussy. By the time last call rolled around the entire dance floor resembled
one large fuck fest with Marissa leading the charge.
"That was fun. I haven't danced like that in years," Marissa said as she was
sipping her mixed drink.
"That was so cool," C.J. said to Marissa as she joined us at the table.
"You know Mike?" Nikki asked.
I was opening my mouth to explain.
"No. I saw you two grooving with him and he got me hot. I thought I'd let him
give me a spin," Marisa said before I could tell Nikki who she really was.
"Wow! He got me pretty hot too," Nikki said in a hushed tone to Marissa's ear.
"I don't know about you, but I'm fucking horny as hell," C.J. announced.
"Where the hell is Brad?" Before anyone could answer she was off into the
crowd looking for her boy toy.
I saw Brad out of the corner of my eye with a group of women surrounding him.
He looked over at me and gave me a knowing look. He had enjoyed Marissa's show
as much as everyone else.
"I'd better be going. I've got a lion to tame when I get home. Thanks for the
dances guys," Marissa said, her eyes evilly seductive.
Nikki hugged Marissa and thanked her for a great time. I wasn't sure if she
was glad her competition was leaving or she genuinely had a good time; maybe it
was a bit of both. Marissa kissed me on the check, electricity shot through me
charging my already charged groin. She was going to kill me if this continued.
"Maybe I'll see you both again," she said and strolled out of the club. I
looked over at Brad; he didn't look very eager to follow Marissa home. In fact
he had his hand planted firmly on a tall red head's firm ass, slowly kneading
her tight cheek while they talked. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was
sure it was all part of a game Brad and Marissa obviously played.
"That chick's crazy," Nikki said a few seconds after Marissa had left.
"What do you mean?" I asked returning my gaze to Nikki. I hoped that Marissa's
escapade had not upset her.
"Dressing in that outfit and dancing with us like that. I don't think I could
ever get away with something as wild as that. She was so hot! Sometimes I
wish I was wild like that," Nikki said, enamored.
I did an obvious double take and looked the beautiful girl up and down before I
responded. She noticed my once-over.
"I know I look trampy tonight," she said before I had a chance to reply, "but
no one looked at me like they did her. I mean every head in the place turned.
Did you see the body she had? I'd kill to have an ass as hard as that."
I didn't really know how to respond to her. Was I missing something here?
Nikki was every much the beautiful woman Marissa was, just younger and not
quite as experienced or daring. I was sure that time would come if she wanted
it to.
"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?" I asked again looking at
her beautiful figure standing in front of me. "I would give every thing I own
away, just to have a chance with a girl like you. You must've missed all the
heads turning when you were on that dance floor."
She blushed slightly. I wasn't sure what I was reading in her eyes, a sudden
distant look, then even more suddenly playful, wanting eyes.
"You've never said that about me before," she said as she leaned in close to my
ear. I could feel her hot breath tickling my neck sending chills down my
spine.
"I've never had this much beer around you before," I said and instantly wished
I hadn't.
"Every thing?" she asked, playfully now.
"Yup. Every Goddamn thing."
Nikki leaned over further placing both her hands on my thighs and kissed me on
the cheek. As she did I instinctively put an arm around her waist and brought
her closer to me.
"I don't need you to give away any thing, Michael. I'd be yours for free," she
said in a light whisper and kissed me on the lips.
Her mouth parted slightly and I felt her tongue exploring the inside of my
mouth. I was a little shocked by her statement, she had only ever slightly
hinted at being interested in me. My tongue quickly caught up with hers and
jousted back and forth a few times. Feeling her lips on mine was so
electrifying I almost forgot where we were.
Nikki pulled away first and looked at me deeply for the very first time. It
wasn't a movie moment when time stopped, but it was awfully damn close. I
could see her skin had become flush from excitement and I knew if I kept
playing my cards right I was going to be using Brad's technique soon.
As if possessed, Nikki threw her mouth back onto mine and kissed me with such
force I had to steady myself on the table. Her body rubbed up against mine her
tits brushing along my chest sending bolts of sexual joy to my rapidly rising
cock.
I let one of my hands slide up the back of Nikki's bare leg until I felt the
material of her dress on the back of my hand. I moved a little further up her
leg, didn't want to go too high - we were still in a public place - and then
back down. Soon both my hands were running up and down her legs each time
creeping further and further up under her skirt. The more I rubbed the harder
and deeper Nikki kissed.
"Let's go," she said, suddenly pulling away from my lips and leading me away by
my hand.
"What about C.J.?" I asked as I followed willingly.
"She's got her own car," Nikki snapped and moved faster trying to get outside
with the now departing crowd.
"Where we going?" I asked. I really didn't care; I just wanted to get back to
what we had been doing. Had I pissed her off by moving too far up her skirt?
"Get in," she ordered when we got to her blue Chevy Bronco.
I did what I was told; I was too drunk to drive myself anyway.
"Where we going?" I asked again as Nikki pulled from the parking lot.
"Somewhere less crowded. I was afraid I was going to have an accident in
there," she said.
I didn't understand what she meant by that. Nikki must've read the look on my
face. She grabbed my hand and sat it in her lap. I wasn't sure what she
wanted me to do so I gently rubbed the inside of her thigh just below where her
skirt had hiked up.
"You and that chick got me so hot I was afraid I'd dribble on the floor," she
said and moved my hand onto her soaked panties.
I felt the dampness of the satiny material as I rubbed two fingers along the
length of her lips. I had never felt someone so wet before. Even when I had
fucked those other two girls they had not been this excited. I actually felt
moisture on the side of her legs and was sure she would've dribbled if we had
not left when we did.
"I'm so fucking hot!" she exclaimed. "I don't think I've ever been this wet.
It feels like I wet my pants."
I listened but said nothing, just kept rubbing the front of her panties feeling
her wetness.
We drove for a few more minutes before turning into a residential street and
finding a dark cul-de-sac that backed up to a small park. Nikki pulled up to
the curb, blacked out all the lights, left the radio on and literally leaped
from her seat into the back of the Bronco. I followed, not quite as
gracefully.
Nikki pulled me down next to her as we stretched out in the back. Her lips
found mine and we resumed wildly kissing. My hands found her firm ass as she
rolled on top of me pinning me with her body. I kneaded both her cheeks
through the stretchy material of her sheath as she dug her lips into me. The
more she moved the higher and higher her sheath rose until it was no longer
covering her ass. My hands felt the warm skin of her cheeks as I rubbed them
with my palms. She arched her back, tightening the muscles in her butt making
her cheeks even firmer. I was in heaven.
My cock was starting to hurt it had been hard for so long. Nikki's slight back
and forth motion over my jeans was just making matters worse. I was getting to
the point of no return and if she moved like that a few more times I was going
to explode in my pants.
"You're pretty hard, aren't you?" she asked looking down at me, her hair
brushing against my face. She looked like a Goddess sent from above hovering
over me in a wet dream.
"Uh-hu," was all I could manage.
"Why don't we take him out of those jeans and let him come to the party," she
suggested and quickly moved off me and had my pants undone in record time.
Pre-cum drenched the waistband of my boxers and the skin just above it.
"Mmmm," she purred as she saw the tip of my cock sticking out above my
waistband.
Nikki pulled off my pants and boxers leaving me on my back my cock desperately
throbbing away from my stomach. I was so tempted to touch it but I wasn't sure
what Nikki would say.
"Take your shirt off," she ordered as she kneeled down, eyeing my palpitating
cock.
I did as I was told, quickly sitting up pulling off my shirt and tossing it
aside. Nikki kissed my stomach as I lay back down on my back. Her lips felt
warm on my skin as she worked her way down my stomach toward my cock.
Gently she wrapped a hand around my shaft, her warm touch sending another
amazing flood of excitement through may already very excited member. She
lowered her lips over the tip of my swollen dick, careful not to go too low;
just the right amount of depth to bring me up off the floor slightly in
pleasure. Her hot tongue began working the underside of my cock as she slowly
bobbed up and down adding just a slight amount of sucking pressure.
I couldn't believe I had never tried to tap Nikki before; she was a pro at
sucking cock. I could feel my sperm boiling as Nikki's free hand started
rubbing my heavy balls. She increased her speed with her mouth taking more and
more of my shaft in each time. Her hand was rubbing more and more forcefully
on my balls and the entire back of the Bronco echoed with slurping sounds as
she feverishly worked.
My head was thrown back in ecstasy. I held Nikki's head with one hand, gently
helping her move up and down as she eagerly eat my whole cock. My other hand
massaged her tight ass, which, from her periodic low moans, I knew she liked.
She took me out of her mouth, quickly jerked my saliva soaked shaft with her
hand and looked at me with an urgent look of desire.
"Stick your fingers in me," she ordered, her voice husky. Her mouth rushed
back to my cock where she resumed her expert sucking.
I snaked my hand between her legs and gently moved her thong panties to the
side as I felt her moist patch of hair. My finger continued on until I felt a
small pond between her legs. I was amazed at how wet Nikki was; her juices
were freely flowing down her legs and into my hand. She was like a dripping
faucet. Her hot moisture easily lubricated my finger and I slipped it inside
her beautifully tight box. Her entire body shuddered as I entered her. Her
pussy muscles seemed to suck my finger deeper and deeper into her by
contracting around my single digit. I wiggled the tip of my finger around
inside her touching and rubbing all around, hoping I might actually find the
g-spot I had heard so much about. Having no real idea where it was it was
going to be pure luck if I found it.
Nikki seemed to increase her pace on me while I fiddled around inside her. I
inserted another finger inside and Nikki let out a moan from her cock-filled
mouth. She bushed her hips down against my probing fingers. I took the hint
and started rubbing both fingers inside her faster with more purpose.
Nikki was moaning softly, sucking my cock, slurping, moaning, slurping… Her
mouth was now like a Hoover vacuum on the end of my cock sucking for all she
was worth. I wasn't going to be able to hold out any longer. My first lesson
had sailed out the window as soon as Nikki's lips touched me.
I felt a brush of something against my hand as I continued to finger her. I
looked over to see that Nikki had brought her free hand down between her legs
and was working her clit at top speed. She had brought her hips forward
slightly changing the angle of my fingers inside her and was breathing rapidly
as she continued to suck and moan.
"I'm gunna cum," I grunted suddenly. My legs tightened and I shot my hips
upward. Nikki didn't miss a beat; just kept sucking and pushed gently but
firmly on my balls as I felt the first bit of cum shoot from my cock-cannon.
The slurping increased as did the speed of her hand on her hungry clit. She
literally milked my vein like a cow's utter with her cum starved mouth.
Nothing in the world had felt so good. I must've shot a gallon of cum down her
throat. Nikki didn't miss a drop.
As my eruption subsided I sped up my finger motion inside Nikki's wetness. It
wasn't too much longer before her body went stiff above me and she shuddered
while letting out a deep guttural moan that shook the Bronco. Her pussy
clenched around both fingers while her muscles pushed forward trying to force
them out. Her already soaked pussy got even wetter, so wet I though she had
lost all control and pissed on my hand.
She collapsed across my body and we both just stayed there for a few minutes
recovering from our sexual bliss. The windows had all fogged up and the stale
yet erotic smell of sex lingered in the Bronco. We listened to our breathing
return to normal, our bodies both moist from sweat. I had never felt so
totally pleasured in my life. Whatever it was I had done before wasn't this -
this was how I had always imagined pleasurable sex to be.
"Wow," Nikki finally said after a few more minutes. "I've never had an orgasm
like that."
"Me either," I said.
"We should find out who that girl was at the club and bring her around more
often," she said with a laugh.
"Absolutely," I agreed with a knowing smile.
"We better get going. I've got to get the car back in half-an-hour."
She rolled off me, kissed me softly on the cheek (I wasn't sure about kissing
her on the lips after what she had just done to me) and removed her red thong.
"No use keeping this soaked thing on," she said and adjusted her skirt back
down over her hips.
I quickly dressed too and climbed up into the passenger seat. We drove back to
the club in a hurry, both of us alone in our thoughts. I glanced over at Nikki
a few times wondering what she was thinking.
"We going out tomorrow?" she asked as we pulled into the now empty club parking
lot.
"Call me. I don't know what's going on," I said.
There was an awkward moment of silence before Nikki leaned over and kissed me
heavily on the lips. She was hurried but passionate as our tongues explored
each other's mouths again. I touched her thigh, thought about working up
further but decided not to push my luck the first night.
"I'll call you in the afternoon," she said breaking our kiss, "I've really got
to get the car back."
"Okay. I'll talk to you then," I said, took one last kiss and hopped out of
the Bronco. Nikki waited until I got in my pick-up and started her up. I
waived to her before she pull away.
I drove home replaying Nikki's blowjob in my mind all the while thinking about
Marissa at the club and Brad's view from the bar. Wondering what the two of
them did when they got home. Wondering if they would still be doing it.
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