Eventually, Matt and Jay joined us, and the four of us danced in the middle of the floor without a care in the world. Jason was practically glued to Matt, worried about what could possibly go wrong.
Nothing ever did, of course, since Matt's dad was campaigning heavily for gay rights, but they were so protective of each other, it was adorable.
My train of thought ended rapidly when I felt someone grinding against me from behind, hands on my hips with a hard c**k pushing against my ass. I casually scooted forward before turning to face who it was.
My eyes went wide when I realized it was Greg, the guy I wish I could kill and bury with just a glance. "Hey, you." He greeted me, his words slurring and hard to understand. "We should get out of here."
"No thanks." I told him, backing away.
