“Vi… Vi! Come!” Ayesha was standing, now facing Violet in the booth with her hand extended.

  Maybe it would be better to join the rhythm, rather than fight it…

  The experience was overwhelming at first, but not entirely unpleasant. It kind of just felt like… dancing, except that her senses were cranked way too high up. But even that wasn’t as bad the more she started to just flow with it, letting the sensations and moods around her drive her own movement. Which, on reflection, was still basically just dancing, and after a few minutes it started to feel really good.

  More than once, she lost herself a little too much, almost falling as she bumped into someone she’d been too lost in thought and sensation to notice, or barely registering Ayesha tapping on her arm to say something, but after a while she began to get the hang of her mass-sensory experience.

  Violet closed her eyes and continued to feel the energy around her. Surprisingly, she almost felt more aware with her eyes closed. She felt the woman dancing to her left, felt where she was and how she was moving. Then she did the same with a few people dancing a few steps in front of her. She even felt the people standing behind her, and, even more strangely, herself. It was easier to isolate her own position and her distinct feelings, sensing the world around her like this. The energy of the dance floor was still dominant, but she didn’t feel as entirely swallowed by it when she could identify herself floating within.

  Pushing further, Violet tried to isolate some of the feelings of the people around her. The woman to her left was probably drunk. Her feelings felt complicated, but she was predominantly focused on the rhythm and her movement, and Violet suspected she was trying to drown those messy feelings out. A couple not far off was grinding on each other, which was a fun sensation to borrow. They were both a little aroused, very drunk, and focused on each other.

  Another, dancing slightly farther away, felt like they were about to have an orgasm. She almost opened her eyes to look, out of habit more than anything, when she realized the feeling was not strong enough. There was the faintest thread there for Violet to pull on, that tempting warmth, comfort, and pleasure she’d recently become so familiar with, but it hardly compared to her night with Meryl, or even their brief afternoon.

  Why isn’t it fading? she wondered as the seconds passed, then she realized. Oh… they’re high! Ecstasy? Interesting.

  Violet’s thoughts drifted from the people around her to focus on where and when she might get to feel her own version of that high again. She was still hungry, which was starting to feel synonymous with being turned on.

  Is this hunger or addiction? Is there a difference in this case? What really happens if I don’t satisfy it? Will I lose control? Or die??

  Both were terrifying options. All she knew was that the idea scared her, not unlike the instant nausea she felt when she tried to eat regular food. Not being able to eat regular food also seemed to indicate the seriousness of her new hunger. Surely she couldn’t survive on nothing.

  It didn’t help that the more she felt from those around her the more arousal seemed like a common theme. Without even opening her eyes she knew someone to her right was looking straight at her, feeling strong arousal off their own. It was both unsettling and thrilling, being wanted like that.

  And it felt invasive, in both directions. She shouldn’t have this information, and they shouldn’t be able to make her feel this way. The thumping of the music felt unusually sensual as her own arousal increased, making her skin more sensitive at the same time as her whole body felt like it was being touched by the air and noise and energy of the room around her.

  Violet peeked in the direction of the attraction and met the eyes of a cute boy with brown hair. He was also dressed in black, loose jeans and a sleeveless shirt showing off a little bit of toned muscle around his shoulders. He was incredibly tall, or she was short and he was just regular tall. She smiled at him and moved a little closer as she danced, and for just a moment she considered walking right up to him and pulling him into a kiss. He clearly wanted to, and so did she. She wondered how easily she could get him to cum.

  Wait, did she want to? Or was she mirroring his feelings? A moment of introspection revealed it to be a bit of both, and her contribution was significant. He was dancing along with her now. Normally she would have felt like an idiot, being the focus of someone’s attention while dancing, but he definitely wasn’t judging her, nor was anyone else around her, and that knowledge gave her confidence a boost.

  It didn’t take long for him to end up behind her as they danced, and she pushed back into him slightly, moving her hips back and forth to tell him it was ok. His hands found her hips and wandered slightly, not grabbing but grazing, mostly there to keep their bodies together as they moved. She worried for a moment that she might be too short for him, but as she felt his own sensations through him she realized the way her ass bushed against his inner thighs felt good for him too, and he was quickly getting turned on.

  He leaned down to whisper – well, more of a soft shout that only she could hear – to her, “What’s with the ears?”

  She could feel him getting hard against her back, and herself getting hard against her own back. She turned her head to look up at him and pushed her hair back behind the ear facing him.

  “Do you like them?” she asked, then bit her lip as she continued to look up at him.

  His feelings were an obvious ‘yes’, but he was also still trying to process what he was seeing. The room was fairly dark, after all. Instead of giving him time to come to a conclusion, she turned, stood on the tips of her toes, and pulled him into a kiss. The shock and pleasure mixed wonderfully and she felt the tiniest flicker of the high she’d previously gotten from Meryl’s orgasms.

  “Another dance later?” she asked as she lowered back onto her feet, gave him a little grin, then left him hard in the middle of the dance floor.

  A few flares of excitement and jealousy had popped up around them during their kiss, but the one she was now approaching as she left the dance floor was a bonfire. Kate watched her as she crossed the room to the bar, greeting Violet with her usual smiles. Nothing on her face betrayed the feelings inside.

  “Where’s Ayesha?”

  “Bathroom,” Kate replied, then with a grin, “That looked fun.”

  “Yeah? You want a turn?”

  Ok, now I’m just being mean.

  Kate’s freckled cheeks blushed as Violet looked up into her green eyes. Kate had always been beautiful, but here, towering over Violet with her waves of red hair brushing her bare, equally freckled shoulders, Violet was enthralled.

  Kate actually wants to kiss me. How did I get so lucky?

  “Yes.”

  Violet closed her eyes and their lips met at her tip-toe height. Kate brought a hand up along the side of Violet’s neck and into her hair while the other found the small of her back, pulling their bodies together. Violet relaxed into the floral scent of her embrace, wrapping one arm around Kate’s waist and the other around her soft shoulder from behind. Kate’s lips were wonderfully soft, and she was also more confident than Meryl had been.

  Their lips parted slightly and, for a moment, Violet thought she was going to end the kiss, but Kate didn’t release her. Instead, she brushed the end of her nose against the side of Violet’s as they breathed on each other’s lips, then Kate pulled her close again, pressing their lips together as their tongues touched. Excitement tingled through Violet, though she couldn’t tell if it was her own or Kate’s. It didn’t really matter.

  A high-pitched squeak to their sides interrupted the kiss.

  “Guys! What are you doing?!” a shocked and excited Ayesha exclaimed beside them.

  “Being gay,” Kate replied. “You wouldn’t understand.”

  Violet grinned.

  “Oh my god. Well, sorry I interrupted your perfect moment. I was just too excited to hold it in! Go back to being gay.”

  “Nah, you ruined it,” Kate teased, even though she was still holding Violet.

  Ayesha rolled her eyes.

  Violet laughed, then asked, “My turn for a round?”

  She honestly couldn’t remember if it was, but it seemed like a good time for shots.

  A few minutes later Ayesha was pulling them both back into the dancing throng. Violet wondered if that last drink had been pushing it. She rarely had this much in one night and already felt very drunk. She was probably going to feel like shit tomorrow. Maybe she would have felt drunk anyway, though, surrounded by a crowd of people who were also drunk.

  She was also really turned on, and had been since her kiss with Kate. Kate had kissed her! And she was hungry. Her brief afternoon with Meryl seemed like forever ago. Would Kate let her go further than their kiss? Maybe they could sneak into a bathroom stall together. No, that was gross. Or was it hot? Was having sex with her even safe?

  Oh god, I hope Meryl is alright.

  Violet started to feel panic coming on again. She felt guilty. She shouldn’t have sex until she knew more, but the thought of not having any sex soon scared her even more. Maybe that boy from earlier would let her blow him in the bathroom.

  Jesus, Violet. If it’s not safe for your friends it’s not safe for strangers either. And blowing a stranger in a dirty, club bathroom? Seriously?!

  Despite her rational objections, it sounded incredibly hot. She needed to get out of this crowd and calm down. Arousal, guilt, and fear warred within her. Her heart raced, tears welled in her eyes, and she felt wet and hot between her legs.

  Turning to flee the dance floor, Violet crashed into someone. She stumbled sideways and someone else behind her caught her fall. She looked up into the face of the boy she’d teased earlier. He felt stronger than she’d expected, effortlessly lifting her back to her feet after a moment. Standing, she met his eyes, completely forgetting hers were glistening with tears. Without a word or even a thought to what she was doing, Violet took his hand and lead him away from the dance floor.

  As they passed the bar, she pulled him around so his back was against the wall of the hallway that lead to the bathrooms and rear exit. He was surprised, but didn’t resist being pulled down into another kiss. She could feel him already getting hard again. Violet pressed her body into his, feeling her own soft breasts against ‘her’ abs. He was definitely tall.

  Didn’t you just decide not to do this? a voice in her head objected.