Then came the fruit.

"Well, girls" - Marina raised a filled glass - "For us!"

We laughed and clinked loudly. I took a big sip. Wine pleasant, barely perceptible heat poured inside.

"Mmmm, yummy," said Natasha, taking a sip.

“Aha,” I agreed. The evening started well.

We drank a little more and went dancing. Then he returned to the table and drank more. The wine is pleasantly relaxed. We had fun. We laughed and chatted about different nonsense, from time to time went out to dance.

A few hours later the club was already full of people. I began to notice that the sitting company of four guys in a booth opposite our table was looking at us. I sat sideways to them, with my legs crossed. In this position, the hem of a short dress, and even with a slit on the side, pulled up and the guys had a great view. I felt funny. I deliberately strongly bent over to the side while talking to Natasha, sticking out my ass toward the booth where the guys were sitting. They stared at my ass in lacy pink shorts. I understood that they, most likely, are perfectly visible through the transparent fabric of my underpants. I leaned even more towards Natasha. Loud music gave reason for this. Excitement swept over me. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. I felt like I was starting to flow.

“Let's go dancing!” I shouted as I got up from the table.

The girls followed me. Wagging my hips to the beat of the music, I walked past the tables on the dance floor. We began to dance. I noticed that our trinity attracts the attention of men. A lot of guys gathered around us. Dancing, they rolled up to us trying to speak. The girls and I laughed and looked at each other. From the looks of the guys and from the drunk alcohol, my excitement grew, my head was spinning. I felt a lot of grease coming out of the vagina. The thin fabric of the underpants could not soak up much of the discharge and after a short time they ran down the legs, soaking up already in the nylon stockings.

Having danced for quite a long time, Marinka waved her hand and went to our table. Natasha and I went after her. We sat back and filled our glasses again.

“And guys, guys ...” - Marinka shouted to us laughing - “We saw how our tails are twisted”

We burst out laughing. Ringing glasses of wine, we drank. I quietly ran my hand between my legs. Panties were wet through. I took a napkin from the table and quietly rubbed it between my legs, pressing it against my underpants, so that part of the discharge was absorbed into the napkin. At this time, began to play a slow composition.

"Resolve the beautiful ..." - I heard.

Turning, I saw a guy standing next to me. The guy was from a company that sat in a booth opposite our desk. He smiled and held out his hand to me. “What did you want?” - I thought to myself - “Luminaries with their ass in front of them, and the tackles began”. I looked at my friends. Marinka gave me a funny wink. And Natasha was also approached by a gentleman with a proposal to dance. I gave a hand to the guy and got up. There was a wet spot on the leather seat of the chair. Sliding the chair to the table and throwing the napkin wet from my discharge onto the table, I, holding the guy's hand, went with him to the middle of the dance floor. Natasha and her boyfriend are located nearby. The guy hugged me tightly with both hands around the waist, and I hugged him by the neck. We got to talking.

“What is the name of such beauty?” He asked.

“Oh, how nice, the beauty is called Olya,” I replied coquettishly and laughed.

“And my name is Oleg” - he introduced himself smiling.

“Very nice,” I cooed.

“I'm not alone here.My friends and I are having a rest. Over there next to your table ”- he waved his head in the direction of the booth opposite our table.

"I saw," I answered, smiling.

"You are very beautiful"

“Thank you,” I confusedly bowed my head to his shoulder.

"Surprised" - I thought - "I myself know what is beautiful."

Oleg pulled me closer to him. His hand gently descended lower in my body. Seeing that I was not reacting, Oleg slightly squeezed my ass with his hand. A perceptible wave of excitement passed through my body. I felt that discharge flowed from the vagina abundantly. Sighing softly, I pressed against Oleg. Noticing my condition, he began to act bolder. His palm sank lower on my ass. He squeezed it tight and pulled it up.

"Mmmmmmmm ..." - I moaned softly, tight-lipped lips.

Vaginal discharge ran down my legs. The thin, wet through fabric of the panties could no longer hold them back. A shiver passed through her body.

“Olenka, you are all trembling,” said Oleg, looking into my eyes, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes” - I whispered - “Everything is fine, everything is fine”

I laid my head on his shoulder. Everything was foggy. Feet have become cotton. Head spinning with excitement. Oleg continued to gently squeeze my ass, then stroking her, then squeezing. Time has stopped for me. Oleg asked something, I did not hesitate to say something. When the dance ended, I almost did not understand anything. Oleg took me to our table. Relieved, I plopped down on a chair and felt a slurp beneath me.

“Well, you give a girlfriend,” said Marinka to me, “But he frankly pawed you for the ass.”

I looked aloof at a friend coming to my senses.

“What?” I asked.

“I say he matsal you openly,” repeated Marina.

"Yes, yes, I also saw," joined Natasha laughing.

“Oh, come on girls” - I laughed - “Just think, you touch the ass. Let her rejoice

We burst out laughing.

“Let's get girls for us,” Marina yelled, pouring wine into glasses.

Oleg and his friends were still dancing and after a while we moved to their table. I had to make room, but the atmosphere was fun. Oleg's friends were Andrew, Igor and Volodya. We talked, joked, went to dance. Was cool. The only thing that constantly confused me was my wet crotch. I had to wipe so that no one noticed. But the wet spots on the skin of the sofa did not go unnoticed by Oleg, who was sitting next to me. I understood this from his jokes that he whispered in my ear when we went to dance. I was very embarrassed, but it was funny and fun.

The time was approaching at three in the morning. The girls were going home. The guys began to persuade us to stay a little longer.

“Well then you stay at least” - Oleg asked me.

"Well ... I do not know ..." - I hesitated. I really did not want to leave. The mood was great. Alcohol and arousal were dizzy.

“Yes, I don’t know,” Oleg persuaded, “For an hour more, and then we’ll take you straight home. The time is still in full swing. ”

People really was chock. The dance floor was full. All tables and cabins are occupied.

“Well, are you going Ol?” Asked Natasha.

“I am now” - I whispered to Oleg and got up from the table.

My friends and I left the hall in the "smoking room".

"Girls, I'll stay for an hour," I said.

“What are you doing, Ol?” - Marina asked in surprise - “We always left together”

“Aaaaa” - Natasha smiled - “Did you like Oleka?”

“Well, yes ...” I smiled shyly.

“Well, okay, call later” - Marinka winked - “Bye”

“Bye, bye girls. I will definitely call you, ”I answered cheerfully.

We kissed goodbye and the girls went down the stairs to the exit. I pulled up my dress and returned to the hall.

“Well, here!” I happily announced, sitting next to Oleg, “I am with you boys!”

“Super!” - Oleg shouted and hugged me around the waist. Guys also cheered approvingly.

I was filled with a glass of wine. We together chinked clinking and drank. Of course, I was already drunk. Oleg firmly pulled me to his waist. His hand fell on my thigh. He began to stroke me, slightly squeezing his hand.

“Boys!” I shouted, “I want to dance!”

“Go dance” - answered Oleg smiling.

“And dance in front of us Ol” - suggested Andrew, sitting across from me.

The rest nodded their heads approvingly. I laughed, left the table and stood beside me. Moving my body to the beat of the music, I completely plunged into the dance. Guys, without looking up, looked at me. They were talking to each other about something. I raised my hands up and began to gently drive my hips. The guys cheered approvingly. Seeing the reaction of the guys I did not immediately understand what was happening. But, looking down, everything became clear to me. The short dress, from the fact that I raised my hands up, turned up and everyone could see my pink stockings. Looking at the hoot guys, I laughed. An amazing feeling of excitement gripped me. I knew with my mind that I was behaving provocatively. And I am on the verge of risking being readily accessible. It excited me incredibly. I raised my hands even more and spun in the dance. The already short hem of the baby-baby dress flew apart to the sides around the waist, revealing all my lace transparent panties. Already everyone sitting next to me looked at me and shouted loudly.

When the music ended, I was exhausted by the village next to Oleg.

“Olyayaya” - Oleg stretched out - “You are super”

"Oh, thank you" - I breathed out, breathing after the dance - "Ewww, how hot"

“Come on, come out,” suggested Oleg.

We all got up and walked from the hall to the "smoking room". It was smoky but cool. Worked ventilation. The boys lit up. I stood next to them, leaning against the wall enjoying the coolness. Oleg came close to me. On the sides I got Andrew and Volodya. Suddenly, Oleg ran his hand between my legs and grabbed my wet crotch tightly. In surprise, I gasped and squeezed my knees. Vova and Andrey almost simultaneously began to drag off my pants. Everything happened so quickly that I did not have time to react. Oleg pulled back his hand, and my underwear under the effort of the guys on the sides flew to his knees. If I had not squeezed my knees, then surely they would have flown completely. The guys began to paw me in the ass climbing between my legs. Someone's finger abruptly entered my ass. I screamed and, fighting off them, rushed out of the "smoking room" into the hall. With difficulty escaping from their hands, I flew to the dance floor of the hall, where it was full of people. But the panties lowered to the knees treacherously slid down and I, having taken as far as the minting steps, collapsed, almost among the dancing people on the floor. All parted. My dress rode heavily almost to the chest. Burning with shame, I jumped to my feet, trying to pull my underpants back on. But unfortunately, they caught on the heel of his shoes. I frantically tried to free them. Everyone stopped dancing and, encircling me, watched and laughed. Finally, I freed the panties and pulled over. Running to the booth, I grabbed my purse and hurried back. Tears dimmed his eyes. It was terribly embarrassing. I was ready to fall through the ground. Under the shouts and laughter, I ran through the hall to the "smoking room" and, running down the stairs to the hall, ran out into the street. Taxis were already on duty near the entrance.

“Olya, wait!” I heard Oleg's voice behind my back.

Without turning around, I jumped into the back seat of the nearest checkered car.

“Let's go!” I asked the driver through tears.

When the car started, I saw Oleg. He stood at the entrance to the club and shouted something to me, waving his arms. I turned away, tears rolling down from my eyes. Calling my address to the taxi driver, I lay back in my seat and closed my eyes.

At home I undressed and went to bed.

“But Pasha never called”, I thought. I felt so offended. I could not sleep for a long time remembering my shame. I had a strong anger at Oleg and his friends.

This acquaintance will find its continuation, which will affect my life today. But I did not know that yet.