Thread: Boy at the Bar (PsionicCuttlefish & Smilincutie) (m/f, femdom) - Concluded

RE Boy at the Bar PsionicCuttlefish Smilincutie mf, femdom Jason gave a small, sharp inhale of breath when the girl rested her head on him as his arms remained very loosely encircling her waist. This had never happened to him before, he didn't know what it meant, didn't know what to think. He did, however, quickly regain normal breathing, and continued to just move with the slow music with the girl as he was before. She would glance up at him occasionally, then turn her head away with a smile he could only think of as cute, and....and...he didn't even know what he was thinking or feeling anymore, he had never felt anything like it before. All he knew was...he liked seeing that in her. He smiled down awkwardly at her in return whenever she met his eyes, and he broke off his gaze from her like she did with him. And every now and then...he felt more of her body press and rub against his. At first, he tried to dismiss it as an accident, but after the next few times...he had to conclude it was no accident, but then he was stuck trying to figure out what it meant . No answers came to him. Soon enough, the slow song ended, and a more upbeat song started. The girl pulled away from him for more space to move, and he quickly removed his arms from her waist as she did so, definitely blushing slightly and nodding quickly as he looked away. The girl started dancing a little more energetically with the new tune, and Jason tried to follow suit at first, his arms were tensed and pulled in close to his sides, and his movements were awkward and jerky, but as the song went on and the duo moved near each other, Jason gradually let his limbs loosen up a little, and his movements became smoother. He looked at her again with another one of his own shy smiles, finally finding his voice. Hey, uh...I just...thought I should ask, what's-- And then, all of a sudden, a louder, deeper, and slightly slurred voice washed over Christina and Jason. Holy shhhhit , Weedy's with a chick? Jason jumped and whirled around, and Christina thought she almost heard a squeak from him. A small group of guys and girls walked over to them both each of the guys had one girl wrapped around them with one of their own arms tighly clutching the girl hanging onto them and save for one, each of their other hands held a bottle of alcohol, except for one guy--the one who had spoke--who had two girls in each arm, nuzzling him very suggestively while he groped them both in a way that would have been publicly inappropriate anywhere but a nightclub. All the guys rapid-fired questions as the boy. No way! Dude, how'd you meet her, Weedy? What's her name? Do you hhhave her nnnumber yet? Hey, wha'dya know, looks like Jason's having fun after all... Shhee, aren't ya glllad ya came allong withh us, Weedy? And other questions besides, all overlapping and strung together. 'Jason', for that must be his actual name as Christina could infer, just stood there and stammered, unable to answer the too-quick questions, his face quickly acquiring another few shades of crimson, him looking like he wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor or spontaneously vaporize, anything to be invisible.