Dancing the night away

I have been desperate to dance for a while now, at home I go to nightclubs to dance, but because I'm under 21 I've been unable to do that since I've been in the US. However last night some Latin American sorority had a celebration or charity event, or something, in a nightclub and under 21s were allowed in. My Mexican friends invited me along and it felt so good to put on my heels, flirty dress and make up.

After 3 shots of tequila (forced down my throat by a Mexican guy)and a long wait for a cab we finally set off and arrived in Santa Barbara. When we walked in I looked around and everywhere I looked there were couples grinding against one another. At times it was really quite explicit, I didn't no where to look. There were four girls and two guys and soon enough other guys appeared around us, even though I didn't see any men by themselves. Despite the fact that they weren't single the girls I was with happily started dancing raunchily with these random men. I don't consider myself a prude, but that doesn't mean I want some unknown guys penis rubbing against my leg.

After a little while my over 21 friends went to the bar (which was out of bounds for under 21s) and I was left by myself as my other friend was busy grinding. I felt v.bored and quite fed up, so when a guy came up and asked to dance I agreed but v.quickly regretted it. Thankfully he didn't try to grind with me but he was a really bad dancer, his body was very stiff and he did not understand the concept of rhythm. It was painful to watch and got even worse when some salsa music started and he pulled me close and tried to salsa, although he did twirl me around a few times which always goes down well. Eventually I came up with an excuse and slipped away. If only Oz was there, but unfortunately he is ill.

Along with the grinding it was really hot and everyone was dripping with sweat, sexy. By 1.30am I was very glad when the lights came on and the night ended, however it was still three quarters of an hour before we worked out how to get home, there were eight of us and one car. The girls who were sorting it out were talking about it in Spanish and I had no idea what was going on. Eventually we got a lift with the DJ, one of the girls knew him and he had space for four of us in his big pick up truck. I was very grateful to get home and get to remove my shoes. Dancing is good fun but it is equally fun to climb into bed at the end of the night.