Thirteen

Lenora

My dance partner and I kept dancing and swaying to the pop music that made everyone in the club run wild with excitement.

The guy was dry-humping me, and I feared that at this point, he might spill his jizz on me.

I had a feeling this guy would do anything to get into my pants, so I held back the urge to push him off me and kept moving around as much as possible.

My feet hurt from dancing all night and the bass of the music pounded through the soles of my heels. It was a miracle how I could still dance at all. But here we were dancing like there was no tomorrow.

The guy was hot, I’ll give him that. If I was really into him, I was going to get some action tonight. He was having so much fun that he was groaning loudly.

CJ and the HOD were still together, and my heart dropped when they got up.

Damn it, they were leaving.

Pain squeezed my heart, and my eyes followed CJ as he walked behind Brooklyn.

Gosh, I loved CJ too much that my body craved him like crazy.

Were they go