I felt that nudge to give in again, but this time it had nothing to do with the music, it had to do with Elena, with giving in to her. I dismissed the thought as silly, I was just having fun, but as the dancing continued, our proximity to one another got smaller and smaller, not to the point of being in an embrace, but of bodies rubbing. Cheeks brushing. Breasts rubbing. Hands touching. Hips grinding.

Yes. Grinding. Without knowing how it happened or even started, I found myself right up against Elena's body, my hands on her hips, grinding against her. My pussy grinding into her hip, not flat...