by Nikki Ash
As soon as she found out she was pregnant with me, she decided to stay home and be a full-time mom instead of going to college. My dad worked nights delivering pizzas and went to college so he could get his degree in business. Immediately after graduating, he started his own business and still to this day runs a successful window cleaning company here in South Florida. We aren’t rich by any means but we have always had everything we could ever want or need.
After the business took off, my parents bought their first house in Jupiter, Florida right across from the beach, and that is where I met Kayla on our first day of kindergarten. Kayla, on the other hand, comes from an extremely wealthy family but they are also the least loving family you will ever meet. Kayla and her brother aren’t really close. He is always getting into trouble, and Kayla’s parents are rarely ever home. Kayla and her brother have both practically grown up at my house and she is always saying she wishes her mom were more like mine. It seems like while Kayla’s mom chose the career, my mom chose the family. I just don’t understand why people feel like they have to choose one or the other.
I know my mom loves being home with my brother and me, but I also know she wishes she would have attended college before having us. She was so focused on raising us and helping my dad run his business, she never went to school. She always tells me to make sure I follow my dreams and passions. I think it is because she never got to follow her own.
Which leads me back to not wanting to disappoint my mom. I have been so focused on school these last four years to make sure I follow my dreams and passions I haven’t even so much as dated. I am looking forward to finally going out on some dates once we are up at ULV.
“I cannot wait to leave tonight to Miami” Kayla whispers in my ear. “It is going to be so lit down there. So many clubs and parties going on! You better be ready to get your groove on girly.” I laugh as she shakes her ass in her seat. Kayla is forever looking forward to the next party.
“Yeah, yeah” is all I can come up with as a response. I have no idea how I am going to make it seven days with Kayla in Miami partying it up. At least here in Jupiter she has to keep it tame since the town is small and boring to say the least.
We decide to drive Kayla’s Volvo SUV down to Miami. It is a graduation gift from her parents and is really comfy. We get to the Miami Beach Resort, valet park the car, and check-in to our room. Looking around, Kayla and I grin at each other thinking the same thing. My parents did well. The resort is literally right on the beach. I inhale deeply and I can smell the ocean breeze coming off of the waves. I may not like the sand between my toes or between other places but I still appreciate the beautiful scenery. We walk to the back of the resort and see a beautiful pool surrounded by lounge chairs. Right behind the pool is a cute tiki-bar that separates the resort from the beach.
Once we get to the room, I slide the key card in and open the door. Immediately we start squealing while throwing ourselves on to the white plush mattresses of our queen beds. Looking around, I notice that our room is overlooking the ocean. The balcony hangs directly over the sand and since we are ten floors up I can see everything down below. The sun is starting to set and it’s a gorgeous pinkish-orange. There hasn’t been much rain the last few days and I hope it stays that way; you just never know in Florida.
“Oh. My. God!” Kayla is still bouncing on her bed as I walk back in from the terrace and lay down next to her on her bed.
“Liz, your parents booked us an amazing room! I cannot believe we get to spend seven days here, on the beach, at the pool, and it is literally right near every freaking club we are going to be checking out! Thank goodness I got us those fake id’s that say we are twenty-one. We are going to seriously have the best time before we have to go back to boring books and classes.” Yeah, cause when has Kayla ever let books and classes bring her down? Never. There is no stopping that girl and I am sure once we are in Las Vegas she will be right back to being the life of the school. Although if we get arrested for the fake id’s she had made we may never make it to school.
“Ugh, Kayla. Do you really think it is wise to go to clubs that we shouldn’t be in right before our parents let us fly across the U.S. to go to college? What if the bouncer realizes the id’s are fake and we get arrested? We will be so screwed. My mom will be so disappointed.”
“Liz! STOP! It is all good. They totally look like the real deal. Trust me, the guy I got them from assured me nobody would be able to tell the difference. Stop stressing over nothing. We are going to have an amazing time this week and then you can go back to your book loving self next week once we are at ULV. I can’t believe you decided to start classes this summer. There is no way I am stepping foot in a classroom until August.”
Yes, I am starting school this summer. I don’t know what the big deal is. I can take three classes and get a head start. It’s the smart thing to do. I didn’t bust my ass the last four years in high school to screw up now.
“Ok, ok. So Miss Miami, where to first?”
Giving me a look that says she is up to no good she says, “First we get changed. Then we part-ay!”
Chapter Two
Liz
As we walk up to one of the hottest clubs in Miami, according to Kayla; we immediately see the line going down the street and around the corner. There is no way we are going to get in there. Not even as hot as Kayla says we look. I look down at my dress remembering the earlier today when she surprised me with this outfit.
As we opened up our suitcases, I realized Kayla had been shopping without me. I should have expected this as none of my clothes are up to club standards as she puts it. Of course she had us both completely taken care of and wasn’t taking no for an answer. When she pulled out the dress, I thought for sure it couldn’t be for me because that dress didn’t have enough material to be something I would wear. I was wrong. Between the dress, heels, makeup, and hair, I prayed we would both pass for twenty-one.
Once we make it to the end of the line, I look down at myself wondering what the heck I was thinking letting Kayla play dress up with me. Remember I said Kayla and I are complete opposites? Well that extends to our body types as well. Kayla is wearing a silver sequin dress that is way too low up top and way too high below but of course she looks hot. She is skinny but toned in all the right places thanks to her many years of surfing, and she has perfect size breasts that are spilling out of the top of her dress which is completely formfitting and shows off her amazingly long legs that go on for days. She has topped off her outfit with matching silver fuck-me heels that have got to be at least five inches tall. I have no idea how she is even walking in them.
I, on the other hand, am curvy all over with large breasts, and while I am not fat I am definitely on the thick side with an ass and waist. Kayla surprised me with a simple spaghetti strap black dress telling me that every woman needs a LBD (little black dress) for her first time in the club; it is apparently a right-of-passage. Thankfully she provided me with a pair of cute heels that aren’t nearly the height of hers. My feet will definitely be thanking her later. Still looking down at myself I must be frowning because Kayla immediately snaps me out of my own head.
“Stop overthinking the dress, Liz.” She looks at me with one eye raised up giving me the I know what I am talking about look that she always gives when I begin to doubt something that she thinks is amazing.
“You look hot as hell! Every guy in here is going to want to dance with you. Maybe tonight you will finally live a little and do the dirty-dirty with someone.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down, and I can’t help but laugh at her silly facial expression and the fact that she is referring to having sex as the dirty-dirty.
“I am not going to finally lose my virginity to some strange guy here in Miami” I whisper-yell while looking around to make sure nobody overhears me in line. Yes, I am still a virgin. I know, how cliché. The nerdy girl graduates from high school with a four-point-five grade-point-average and has never even been kissed by a guy.
Unlike my stay-at-home mom, Kayla’s parents are both attorneys for a large firm. According to Kayla, her parents’ relationship is more of a business partnership than an actual marriage. Because of their demanding careers, they are rarely ever home which means Kayla has plenty of time and opportunity to have fun. You know what they say… When the parents are away the kids will play. Well, if it were possible Kayla would major in playing.
Just as I begin to think we are going to be here all night in line, the bouncer comes walking up to us. He is huge. I am talking muscles on top of muscles. He is wearing shades even though it’s dark outside and I am going to assume it’s a scare tactic because otherwise why would someone wear shades with no sun?
In a bored, flat tone he tells us one of the VIP’s has invited us to join him. Looking around to make sure he is speaking to us I begin to ask if he has the right girls when Kayla immediately jumps in.
“Sounds fabulous!”
He walks us to the podium and puts wristbands on us after checking our id’s. He notifies somebody over his walkie-talkie to escort us to VIP and Kayla is practically jumping out of her skin with excitement. Before we go in, she asks the bouncer to please thank whoever invited us in for the invitation.
“His name is Cooper and you can thank him yourself once you get up to the VIP area.” With that, he points in the direction of the hallway and goes back to manning his post.
We are immediately hit with the pounding bass of David Guetta and Akon singing the lyrics to Sexy Bitch, and I can’t help but sway my hips to the music as we walk towards the dance floor. Dancing is my guilty pleasure. We dance at the house parties our friends throw but I love nothing more than to turn the music up in my room and get lost in the lyrics and rhythm.
The hostess attempts to show us where the VIP area is but Kayla and I can’t help but gravitate right towards the dance floor. On our way towards the center of the club I take a second to look around and I am enamored with the scene in front of me. To the left is a huge bar that wraps around the corner with the entire back wall full of mirrors and stacked with at least three levels of liquor. I wonder how the bartenders get the liquor down. Up ahead on the second floor is a huge DJ booth with a young guy spinning a turntable. Surrounding the dance floor are high top tables for people to stand at with their drinks. I look up and spot what must be the VIP section. My eyes trail to the ceiling to find strobe lights everywhere in various shades pulsing over all the bodies. It is all so mesmerizing. I can easily see how people can get addicted to the clubbing scene. This is nothing like the house parties we have been to throughout high school.
Watching the sweaty bodies rubbing up on one another has me getting this tingly feeling in my stomach all the way down to between my legs. I know we should go thank whomever this Cooper guy is but all I want to do is dance.
Kayla takes my hand and we move through the sea of hot bodies grinding one another to the center of the dance floor. She begins swaying her arms above her head to the rhythm of the song while moving her ass back and forth as I do the same. Locking her eyes with mine she gives me her signature wink. We both turn around facing away from each other, and as Akon sings about the girl’s booty and not being able to take no more, she begins grinding her ass against mine while we continue to sway our hips and dance like nobody is watching. She turns back around and grinds her pelvis into my ass with one hand in the air and the other resting on my hip. I grind back while swaying both of my arms above my head.
The song ends, and the next one begins immediately. The sound of Snoop Dog fills the club along with The Pussycat Dolls as they begin to sing Bottle Pop. I crouch lower and begin to pop my ass out. I love this song. I feel Kayla’s hand move from my waist but I don’t bother to turn around; I am in my zone.
Suddenly I feel hands on my hips once again. I would assume they are Kayla’s except the hands feel too large and hold me too tight to be her tiny hands. I feel the front of this person’s body up against my ass and it confirms it is definitely not Kayla as this body has a bulge in the front. I know I am a virgin and have never felt the infamous bulge in person but as it rubs up on my ass and the tingly feeling returns to between my legs, I know immediately this is the feeling of a man’s dick rubbing right on the top of my ass. I can’t help but softly moan at the feeling of this man’s body rubbing up against mine. It just feels so good.
Angling my face up I see the most beautiful bright green eyes staring down at me while still holding his hands tightly on my waist. He is also sporting one hell of a smirk like he knows exactly what he is doing to my body. I would bet my life that this man is no virgin. Because of how far I have to look up I would say he has to be a good six foot three at least. Once he lets go of this pull he has on me I am able to look at his entire face and it feels like my heart stops and then begins to beat at a rapid pace. His piercing green eyes aren’t the only beautiful part of him. This man is downright gorgeous. He has golden brown hair that is styled like he just got out of bed and ran his fingers through it but it works. His skin is golden brown like he has been in the sun recently. His nose is crooked like it’s been broken and wasn’t set right but it fits him and for some reason makes him even hotter.
As I move my head down I notice how big he is. Not big like fat but big like built. He’s not overly muscular like the bouncer but fit. It’s pure perfection. His shirt isn’t tight but it still accentuates his muscles. He is wearing a light blue button down collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and as I run my eyes along him I can see the muscles in his forearms. I am not a tiny girl and it feels like he dominates me as he stands over me continuing to check me out.
His top teeth pull at his lower lip releasing it and his smirk gets even bigger while he raises one eyebrow. Oh yeah, he definitely knows what he is doing to me and it doesn’t help that he just watched me totally check him out while my ass is still rubbing up against his junk.
I attempt to step forward out of the line of his dick but before I can, his hands grip my waist tighter as he pulls my ass closer to him. I don’t know what it is about this guy but I let it happen. Turning my head to face forward, I raise my arms up, and dance up against him. We dance together for some time, our bodies rubbing up against one another. I am getting sweaty from the warm contact and the lights hitting down on us, and it feels so good.
After a little while I feel his fingertips glide from the top of my arms slowly trailing a path down the inside towards the side of my body stopping just under the curve of my breasts. His face is so close to my ear I can feel his breath on me; it smells like whiskey and I just want to lick him to see if I can taste it. He whispers the lyrics into my ear. “Is it true that you get wet, wet?”
And that is all it takes. My nipples pebble through my bra and dress, and I swear my panties get instantly wet. This man is a walking billboard for sex. He continues to dance slowly and sensually against me until the song ends and the next one transitions into the mix. Once again, he whispers right into my ear. “Damn baby girl I could dance with you all night and I like you all sweaty but let’s take a break and go rehydrate.”
Taking me by my hand, he leads me off the dance floor. I look around for Kayla and see she is still dancing her ass off with a couple of cuties. She makes eye contact with me, grins, and gives me two thumbs up. I smile and look back at this sexy creature holding my hand pulling me towards some steps. The guard standing in front of them gives him a small nod and he raises his chin in response. As we begin to ascend t
he steps I realize this must be the VIP area. I glance back at Kayla to make sure she sees where I am heading. We once again lock eyes and I know she knows where I am going which makes me feel a lot better. I am completely out of my comfort zone right now. While this guy is sexy and he makes my body tingle all over I have no idea who he is. He can be an axe murderer for all I know.
Once we get up to the VIP area, I look around and take it all in. It is similar to the bottom floor but definitely not as packed. There is a small dance floor in the main area with several booths surrounding the outside perimeter that are roped off so people can sit and relax instead of the high top tables below.
As he drags me along the outside of the dance floor towards the booths I am able to check him out from the back. And let me tell you, his backside is as sexy as his front side. He is wearing jeans that fit perfectly across his nice ass and he has on dress shoes that are clearly expensive. He is wearing a silver watch with a logo I have seen before and know I could never afford. Looking at his rolled up sleeves I can see a bit of tattoos peaking out. What I would give to take a closer look at those tattoos. He is dressed nice yet still casual like he takes pride in how he dresses but isn’t out to impress anybody.
We approach the area that must be his and I notice there are several other people hanging around. I count three large men similar to him, all of them are good looking, dressed up, and full of tats as well. With each guy there are at least two women, that I can tell right off the bat are out of my league, hanging on to each of them. These women are dressed to the nines in tight, sexy dresses, and have the sex appeal I could only dream about. My little black dress looks like something a nun would wear compared to what these women have on.
