Trance club

-Why are you so thirsty? – The voice asked me then.

-I don’t know. But I’m really thirsty. – I licked my lips.

Suddenly the music stopped! The door flung open. A woman came into the room. Then the door slapped shut. My guest looked like a teen. Her light hair was cut short. She had the same hairdo as I did. She was wearing a tight white top. I could see her checkered mini short skirt, and white stockings. The girl was on the verge of break down.

-I’m thirsty! I’m dying! Help me! – Tears were flowing down her face.

I was damn thirsty myself. I wanted to console the girl, so I hugged her close, pressing her tight to my body. I felt much better without the music, at least it seemed to me so. I knew I had to find water to give it to the girl. Shy desperately needed my help. I just had to do it. I asked her name.

-Steve, - she said.

STEVE????!!!!!

-What? – I cried out, pushing her away. – Steve? Why are wearing these things? What the fuck is going on…

-Who are you anyway? - She asked me in return. - I don’t know you.

-What do you mean you don’t know me? I’m your friend!

-Wait, if you really are, then why are you dressed up like a real gay?!

I didn’t know what to say. I looked down. The music was turned on again. I looked up at the girl, she was crying.

-What now? – I was getting annoyed. – C’mon, don’t cry. Tell me your real name.

-Sue, -She said, sobbing. – I’m really thirsty. Will you help me?

-I’m Ally, and I’m thirsty too.

We started dancing to the music. My hands got under her skirt, I was caressing her buttocks under her satin panties. My head felt dizzy, I kissed her. Her lips were so sweet! I finally realized how I could help her. We both got on our knees, then I lay on my right side, and she lay on her left one. My face was right by her hips. I was rubbing my face against her nylon covered hips. I raised her skirt and saw her white panties with a huge bulge in the front. I set her dick free. The music made me feel even thirstier.