Fuck buddies by Shirin Klaus

1. At
the disco
    Sara was on the dance floor moving
her body in a provocative, alluring and undulating way. Music was very loud and
the sound flowed inside her body, shaking until the last centimeter of her
skin. She danced with her eyes closed, letting the music take control of her
body. However, now and then she looked around, studying the males that surrounded
her, considering those who were looking at her with predator eyes. 
    She was dancing close to the bar
just to call the attention of men. They never danced, at least not without a
partner. Girls didn’t mind dancing with other girls on the dance floor, but men
always stood next to the counter like idiots, setting the beat with their heads
and thinking that they were dancing. Sara had already managed to call the
attention of many of them and at least three had approached to dance with her.
One of them even fondled her ass without hiding. But none of them had been able
to keep up with her for more than one song and, actually, they were not especially
good-looking, not even with the alcohol running through her veins and her eyes
partially blinded by the lights that swept now and thenthe dance floor.
If any of those guys would have approached her at the beginning of the night,
she would have laughed at them.
    “The one in the corner is hot”
Sara thought, tuggingdownthe dark top she was wearing so her breaststuck out generously . Her white skirt was climbing up her hipsand
her buttocks almost exposed under the fabric, but she didn’t care. She had gone
to that nightclub looking for sex and she would find it no matter how.
    She danced the next song staring
at the guy on the bar’s corner. He looked back with a wolfishsmile. His
eyes were always on her, looking at her hips moving in circles, her breast going
up and down with her jumps, and when Sara thought that she had trapped him, she
made a gesture with her hand, calling him. Then, she licked her extended finger
and allowed him to see her hot and wet tongue.
    The guy accepted her invitation
and got up. However, he had only taken two steps when a blond girl appeared
next to him, kissed him and took his arm with familiarity.
    “Bad luck, dude” Sara thought. “If
only you had made up your mind just one minute before, right now you would be
in the restroom with your fly down while your girlfriend would have been
looking for you.”
    The song ended and Sara approached
the bar, thirsty. While she was dancing, she didn’t have a glass so she could
move freely but it was time for her third cocktail. The waiter attended upon
her quickly, attracted by her generous cleavage. She was waiting for her order
when someone touched her shoulder. She turned and faced a guy who was her age
but was at least a hand taller. She liked his wide shoulders.
    “You’re Sara?”
    It didn’t surprise her that he
knew her name because many men had asked it before. She used to give false
names, but her tongue should have let her real one slip at some point that
night. Anyway, she didn’t care that he knew her name, he was good-looking and
manly, with strong arms and a tight shirt that suited him perfectly.
    “Yes. And you? What’s your name?”
    “Roberto.”
    Sara took from the bar the tall
glass that the waiter had left and drank a gulp.
    “Do you dance, Roberto?” She
asked, turning to the guy, and she caught him looking at her bottom. She smiled
while he looked ashamed. “Are you here with a girlfriend?” He, who hadn’t
answered yet to the first question, shook his head answering the second
inquiry. “With a jealous friend who might pull up my hair?”
    “No, I’m here just with some
friends from uni.”
    “Then you dance.” She grabbed his
shirt and guided him to the center of the dance floor where they started to
move together. Roberto was an acceptable dancer, especially with someone in his
arms, and Sara stuck to him, leading his big and manly hands to her hips.
Music, heat and his presence were bewitching. They