Beth’s lips found Brooke’s and for a brief moment David was forgotten.  Her hands snaked down the other woman’s body, pulling Beth’s hips right into hers.  The tentative kiss was followed by a passionate crash of hungry lips so tainted with alcohol and sexual tension the room itself could have caught fire.  She felt Beth’s fingers in her hair, tugging, pulling, controlling, keeping them locked in the embrace that Brooke wouldn’t have broken for a million dollars.  Whether it was the alcohol or some built up sexual desire, she needed this release.  Not just Beth. But the man with the half rolled up sleeves, the disheveled tie and the expression on his face written in letters of lust, desire, and control.<br/><br/>She could sense it.  It made her knees weak.  A aura of sexual prowess that no man she’d ever encountered before had radiated.   As his hand found her back, her knees nearly turned to jello, even though her mouth was still firmly planted on Beth’s.   Yet as his own lips and teeth and tongue travel across her flesh, exciting a explosion of goosebump to rise along her bare arms, her mouth broke free and she gasped.  Such a small move.  A normal touch.   But there was nothing small or normal about David and the way he could make her heart pound faster and her body stir with an ache Brooke had never felt before.   Strange cravings tingled at the edge of her mind, thoughts that left her blushing as David’s mouth pulled Beth into a heated kiss.   She watched, wanting to share them both as much as they were sharing each other.  Fingers on skirts, mouths on hers, bodies pressed together and that pulling need between her legs that screamed she needed to be fucked.<br/><br/>Hard.<br/><br/>“Fuck” she whispered as her kiss broke and her eyes slipped back to Beth.  It wasn’t just David. She wanted to rip Beth’s top off and feel those breasts, tease her friend’s nipples, all while David’s eyes roamed their bodies, drinking in their beauty, directing their show.   “Perhaps,” she finally replied softly, fingers reaching to run down Beth’s neck. “You might enlighten us on all those things…”<br/><br/>*     *     *<br/><br/>Brooke laughed, “What wouldn’t you do?” she teased as she gave Beth’s ass a little slap and watched her friend head off to the bar to keep them all well liquored up. If she was a betting woman, Beth and she weren’t going home tonight.  While sleeping with a stranger was… dangerous… All Brooke wanted was to find herself sandwiched between her companions in more locations than just the dance floor and if Beth’s encouragement of alcohol consumption was any hint, she was thinking the very same thing.<br/><br/>Brooke turned back to the sexy stranger, glancing at him over her shoulder as his hands found her hips, guiding her grinding motions as she pushed her ass into his pelvis.  He was hard and she found herself teasing him with the press of her swinging bottom and the ever close brush of her lips - there and yet not quite there.  At least until he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her and pulling her into a very heated collision of lips and open mouths, little care for the other gyrating bodies that surrounded them on the dance floor.   She gasped as his hand slipped around her throat, the utterly possessive nature of his thumb against her jugular stirring a deeply buried need inside her.<br/><br/>One no ever managed to find.<br/><br/>She almost stepped away, but their lips met again and alcohol surged and Brooke let herself melt into the very idea that perhaps David was more than what he’d initially seemed. And if that was the case, she and Beth would have a long and fun night ahead of them.