Friday Night_(0)

FRIDAY NIGHT

On Friday nights, I go to Newcastle with a bunch of girlfriends, drinking, dancing and sometimes flirting a little bit.
One particularly hot night, I was dancing with a couple of friends, when two Asian boys joined us. “You’re Amy, aren’t you?” whispered the taller one.
“Yes, who are you?”
“I’m Amjed, you used to work with my mum, Sonja.” I hardly recognised him. He was about 18 now, tall, athletic and very good looking. “Can I buy you a drink?”
I agreed, so we went to the bar, with his friend Mustaq. We chatted for a while until my friends whisked me off to the next bar. They all wanted to know who the boys were. I tried to explain, but no one was interested in the truth, so I was greeted with accusations of kidnapping and child molestation! I should be so lucky!
I couldn’t get Amjed out of my head for the next hour.
At midnight I was waiting for the Metro train, to take me home, when Amjed and Mustaq appeared, “Hi, had a good night?” Amjed greeted me, “going home? Would you like us to escort you?”
“Do you still live near me?” I asked.
“ In the same direction,” he laughed. With that, the packed train arrived, the boys pushed me into a corner of the carriage, and squashed up next to me. It felt good to be this close to two handsome young men.
With Amjed in front and Mush right behind me, every time the train lurched, the boys bumped against me, accidentally touching my tits and bum. When I didn’t complain they began to get a little braver, Amjed’s hands wandered up the front of my skirt, stroking the inside of my bare legs, eventually touching my fanny over my tiny knickers. Mush, had his hand up the back of the skirt, squeezing my bum cheeks, and occasionally sliding a finger between my legs. My fanny was on fire. Hopefully, no one could see, but I didn’t care, I was having too much fun; I hung my arms around Amjed’s’ neck, leaning my head on his shoulder, kissing his ear.