Bridge

Lexi looks beautiful tonight. She hasn’t stopped smiling and laughing since we arrived. Her wide green eyes are interested in everything she sees. Her wavy blonde hair rolls over her shoulders. I want to possess both her and her beauty. Her full, curvy figure makes me acutely aware of my slim one. Where she is perfectly round, I am flat, lacking. 

But she would tell me I’m being ridiculous. She would tell me that although she is beautiful, so am I. She’s a good friend. Tonight she’s wearing an achingly small white mesh top with a tiny bralette on underneath. It barely hides anything. Her nipples are erect and I’m staring at them as she grabs my hand and dances with me. Her touch releases a wetness in me. 

I dance with her and this man. He’s attractive, too. She wouldn’t go for anything less. He’s got broad shoulders, a full beard, muscular arms. I glance down to his trousers where his bulge makes me swallow loudly. I imagine they’ll both be having fun tonight. 

I look around the club for someone to spark my interest but no one does. 

I can’t stop thinking about Lexi and her man fucking. I imagine him thrusting inside her, I imagine her moaning, him sucking her nipples and her lips wrapped around his hard cock. My clit throbs at the thought. 

I go to the bar and get another drink when I feel a set of delicate hands on the sides of my stomach. It’s Lexi. 

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