Dance With Me
A first attempt at smut, in which fem!Dustin and fem!Chris fuck in a club bathroom.
Written for this prompt http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/5147.html?thread=9340187#t9340187
The four of them are supposed to be going out tonight, as a group, but Mark's unhealthy lifestyle has resulted in her contracting the worst flu ever, so it's just her and Dustin for the night. And while Chris kinda feels bad for going out with out Mark and Warda, really she's just giving the two of them time to work out their sexual tension. It's so thick it's tangible.
Chris applies one last coat of her favorite lipstick (this absolutely gorgeous shade called fuck-me fuchsia) and fluffs her hair. Tonight is going to be fun.
"You ready to go?"Dusty calls, not bothering to look away from the TV screen.
"Yeah. Just let me finish this...SHIT!" Dusty exclaims, and throws the video controller to the couch. Dusty stands up, straightening out the skirt Chris loaned her.
"I don't see how you can wear skirts like this on a regular basis,"she says. "They're so impractical."
Chris laughs. "How do you think I get so many girls back here, Dust,"she says. "I dress hot, and they flock."
"Do you think anyone will flock to me?" Dusty spins around, still not looking at Chris.
"Definitely." Dusty is cute on a regular day, but dressed in Chris's clothes, she's flat out hot. The denim mini skirt makes her legs look a mile long, and the black halter top contrasts nicely with Dusty’s red hair.
"Come on, let's go. You can't meet anyone by just standing around our dorm room." Chris grabs Dusty's arm, pulling her towards the door. "Bye, guys,"she calls out. "Look after Mark, Warda."
Warda comes out of Mark's room, shutting the door behind her. "Bye girls,"she says. "don't get into too much trouble!"
Dusty wiggles her eyebrows and Warda laughs. "Remember," Dusty says, "No matter how late it gets, we are coming back here before tomorrow, so don't get too kinky, ok?"
Warda blushes.
"We all know about your secret romance,"Chris says. "And we will leave you to the Nurse Nightengaling. Bye."
"Why are you in such a hur-"Dusty has gotten her first real look at Chris. "No wonder you don't have a problem getting girls!"
Chris grins. "See, Dusty? That is why you trust me when I tell you that you look hot in my clothes."
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The club is crowded, but it always is. The music pounds, loud and fast, bodies twisting and twining together on the dance floor. Chris has been on it since they arrived, dancing with guys and girls alike. She moves like a cat, lithe and sensual, but as soon as a dancer gets personal, she finds a new partner.
Dusty was dancing, for a little while, but she can't move her body like Chris can, so when a guy offered to buy her a drink, she accepted, and even after the guy had given up on her, she hadn't gone back to the dance floor, preferring instead to watch Chris.
But really, it wasn't her fault that Chris was maybe the hottest thing in the club. It was hard to find a guy when your best friend was moving like that...
And ok, maybe Dusty had the tiniest crush on Chris, but that was ok, Chris was really hot...and a really good friend...
Dusty was so lost in her thoughts she didn't realize Chris had come up next to her.
"Dusty!" Chris snaps. "We are not here so you can sit and mope! Come out and dance with me!"
"H-what?"Dusty says.
"Come dance with me! And whatever happened to that cute guy that bought you a drink?"
"He wasn't my type," Dusty says, and allows Chris to pull her out onto the dance floor.
Dancing with Chris is different then dancing with the strangers from before. Pressing up against Chris isn't as strange, it's more comfortable...it’s kinda hot, actually.
Chris has her hands on Dusty's hips, rotating them for her to the music's beat, and Dusty can't help it, she tangles her hands in Chris's long, blonde hair, twisting them...
"Stop it," Chris says.
"Stop what?" Dusty asks, genuinely confused.
"Stop pulling my hair."
"Oh, sorry,"Dusty says, blushing. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't," Chris says, not thinking.
Dusty is confused. "Then why did you want me to stop?" she asks.
"Because it is a massive turn-on, and if you keep doing that, whether you want to or not, we will be have sex right here on the dance floor."
"Is that true?" Dusty asks, grinning, and maybe she shouldn't, but she twists her hands even further into Chris's hair.
And Chris moans.
She throws back her head and moans.
It is the hottest thing Dusty has ever seen.
Maybe that's why she doesn't protest when she notices Chris's hands have worked their way under Dusty's shirt, and are caressing her hipbones. She shudders.
"Bathroom, now,"Chris grits out, and Dusty is being dragged. She's shoved into a stall, and they don't even lock it, Chris just shoves Dusty against the door, hands back on Dusty's hips, and mashes their mouths together.
It is the best feeling in the world, and Dusty pulls on Chris's hair again, and Chris moans into her mouth this time, hot.
Chris's hands are working their way up, now, and this must be why she told Dusty not to wear a bra, and it feels so good, Chris's soft fingers over Dusty's hard nipples, her breath hot against Dusty’s neck.
It is amazing.
Chris ghosts her breath over Dusty's body, pushing her shirt up, up. She licks each nipple, sucks, and then licks a trail down, around her navel, paying special attention to each hipbone, relishing the sounds Dusty is making, just for her, and then she goes lower.
She shoves Dusty's skirt up, pulls her white cotton panties down - "Really, Dusty?" she says, but Dusty is too far gone to reply, and then Chris's mouth is on her, all over, licking slowly, carefully, exploring every crevice, loving the taste, loving the feel, pressing her tongue in as far as she can, holding Dusty's shaking thighs apart with sweaty palms.
Dusty is glad she is wearing flats, because if she were in heels, she would fall over, and that would ruin everything. Her hands are twisted in Chris's hair, and when she tugs, just a little, Chris moans into her, and that's all Dusty can take. Chris keep licking, though, and Dusty is nearly sobbing with pleasure when Chris finally comes up and kisses her again, sliding one finger inside Dusty all the while, massaging her with her thumb.
"Chris, Oh, God - no more!"
Chris grins wickedly. "You know you want it," she says, and she's moving two fingers in and out now, her other hand holding Dusty's hip still.
One hand isn't enough, though, and Dusty is bucking into her hand, and she's so hot and wet, it's unbelievable.
"Chris - I-"And that's it. Dusty sags against the door, panting, and Chris pulls Dusty's panties back in place. She's going to soak through them in a heartbeat, but there's really nothing for that. She tugs Dusty's skirt back down, and grins at her.
"I think we should call a cab," Chris says, and Dusty agrees with her.
And if Warda finds them on top of each other on the couch the next morning, well, she doesn't say anything. Besides, it's fair enough - the sheer number of times Chris and Dusty have found her and Mark in similar positions makes it so.
Written for this prompt http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/5147.html?thread=9340187#t9340187
The four of them are supposed to be going out tonight, as a group, but Mark's unhealthy lifestyle has resulted in her contracting the worst flu ever, so it's just her and Dustin for the night. And while Chris kinda feels bad for going out with out Mark and Warda, really she's just giving the two of them time to work out their sexual tension. It's so thick it's tangible.
Chris applies one last coat of her favorite lipstick (this absolutely gorgeous shade called fuck-me fuchsia) and fluffs her hair. Tonight is going to be fun.
"You ready to go?"Dusty calls, not bothering to look away from the TV screen.
"Yeah. Just let me finish this...SHIT!" Dusty exclaims, and throws the video controller to the couch. Dusty stands up, straightening out the skirt Chris loaned her.
"I don't see how you can wear skirts like this on a regular basis,"she says. "They're so impractical."
Chris laughs. "How do you think I get so many girls back here, Dust,"she says. "I dress hot, and they flock."
"Do you think anyone will flock to me?" Dusty spins around, still not looking at Chris.
"Definitely." Dusty is cute on a regular day, but dressed in Chris's clothes, she's flat out hot. The denim mini skirt makes her legs look a mile long, and the black halter top contrasts nicely with Dusty’s red hair.
"Come on, let's go. You can't meet anyone by just standing around our dorm room." Chris grabs Dusty's arm, pulling her towards the door. "Bye, guys,"she calls out. "Look after Mark, Warda."
Warda comes out of Mark's room, shutting the door behind her. "Bye girls,"she says. "don't get into too much trouble!"
Dusty wiggles her eyebrows and Warda laughs. "Remember," Dusty says, "No matter how late it gets, we are coming back here before tomorrow, so don't get too kinky, ok?"
Warda blushes.
"We all know about your secret romance,"Chris says. "And we will leave you to the Nurse Nightengaling. Bye."
"Why are you in such a hur-"Dusty has gotten her first real look at Chris. "No wonder you don't have a problem getting girls!"
Chris grins. "See, Dusty? That is why you trust me when I tell you that you look hot in my clothes."
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The club is crowded, but it always is. The music pounds, loud and fast, bodies twisting and twining together on the dance floor. Chris has been on it since they arrived, dancing with guys and girls alike. She moves like a cat, lithe and sensual, but as soon as a dancer gets personal, she finds a new partner.
Dusty was dancing, for a little while, but she can't move her body like Chris can, so when a guy offered to buy her a drink, she accepted, and even after the guy had given up on her, she hadn't gone back to the dance floor, preferring instead to watch Chris.
But really, it wasn't her fault that Chris was maybe the hottest thing in the club. It was hard to find a guy when your best friend was moving like that...
And ok, maybe Dusty had the tiniest crush on Chris, but that was ok, Chris was really hot...and a really good friend...
Dusty was so lost in her thoughts she didn't realize Chris had come up next to her.
"Dusty!" Chris snaps. "We are not here so you can sit and mope! Come out and dance with me!"
"H-what?"Dusty says.
"Come dance with me! And whatever happened to that cute guy that bought you a drink?"
"He wasn't my type," Dusty says, and allows Chris to pull her out onto the dance floor.
Dancing with Chris is different then dancing with the strangers from before. Pressing up against Chris isn't as strange, it's more comfortable...it’s kinda hot, actually.
Chris has her hands on Dusty's hips, rotating them for her to the music's beat, and Dusty can't help it, she tangles her hands in Chris's long, blonde hair, twisting them...
"Stop it," Chris says.
"Stop what?" Dusty asks, genuinely confused.
"Stop pulling my hair."
"Oh, sorry,"Dusty says, blushing. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't," Chris says, not thinking.
Dusty is confused. "Then why did you want me to stop?" she asks.
"Because it is a massive turn-on, and if you keep doing that, whether you want to or not, we will be have sex right here on the dance floor."
"Is that true?" Dusty asks, grinning, and maybe she shouldn't, but she twists her hands even further into Chris's hair.
And Chris moans.
She throws back her head and moans.
It is the hottest thing Dusty has ever seen.
Maybe that's why she doesn't protest when she notices Chris's hands have worked their way under Dusty's shirt, and are caressing her hipbones. She shudders.
"Bathroom, now,"Chris grits out, and Dusty is being dragged. She's shoved into a stall, and they don't even lock it, Chris just shoves Dusty against the door, hands back on Dusty's hips, and mashes their mouths together.
It is the best feeling in the world, and Dusty pulls on Chris's hair again, and Chris moans into her mouth this time, hot.
Chris's hands are working their way up, now, and this must be why she told Dusty not to wear a bra, and it feels so good, Chris's soft fingers over Dusty's hard nipples, her breath hot against Dusty’s neck.
It is amazing.
Chris ghosts her breath over Dusty's body, pushing her shirt up, up. She licks each nipple, sucks, and then licks a trail down, around her navel, paying special attention to each hipbone, relishing the sounds Dusty is making, just for her, and then she goes lower.
She shoves Dusty's skirt up, pulls her white cotton panties down - "Really, Dusty?" she says, but Dusty is too far gone to reply, and then Chris's mouth is on her, all over, licking slowly, carefully, exploring every crevice, loving the taste, loving the feel, pressing her tongue in as far as she can, holding Dusty's shaking thighs apart with sweaty palms.
Dusty is glad she is wearing flats, because if she were in heels, she would fall over, and that would ruin everything. Her hands are twisted in Chris's hair, and when she tugs, just a little, Chris moans into her, and that's all Dusty can take. Chris keep licking, though, and Dusty is nearly sobbing with pleasure when Chris finally comes up and kisses her again, sliding one finger inside Dusty all the while, massaging her with her thumb.
"Chris, Oh, God - no more!"
Chris grins wickedly. "You know you want it," she says, and she's moving two fingers in and out now, her other hand holding Dusty's hip still.
One hand isn't enough, though, and Dusty is bucking into her hand, and she's so hot and wet, it's unbelievable.
"Chris - I-"And that's it. Dusty sags against the door, panting, and Chris pulls Dusty's panties back in place. She's going to soak through them in a heartbeat, but there's really nothing for that. She tugs Dusty's skirt back down, and grins at her.
"I think we should call a cab," Chris says, and Dusty agrees with her.
And if Warda finds them on top of each other on the couch the next morning, well, she doesn't say anything. Besides, it's fair enough - the sheer number of times Chris and Dusty have found her and Mark in similar positions makes it so.