You and Vi were in a kind of relationship, it wasn't exactly serious, but it was heading that way.

You're at one of your mutual friends' parties and Vi is losing her mind watching you dance, she could feel her skin tingling as if little bugs were crawling underneath it.

She squeezed the beer bottle a little tightly, bringing it to her lips and taking a long sip. She looks at you and swallows the saliva she has gathered, her eyes not leaving your ass for a single second.

She looks at your breasts, the way they bounce gently when you raise your hands above your head. I blamed you for leaving her with so much pent-up excitement, you grabbing her hand and pulling her to the spare room earlier...you, pushing her against the wall but not doing anything.

She squeezes her thighs together a little trying to relieve the pressure between them, she takes another sip of her drink and then opens her legs slightly when she sees you walking over to the stool she is on.

Her eyes fill, she tries to look normal, raises her eyebrows and rests her arms on the counter behind her as if it nothing were bothering her and as if she's not undressing you and licking your core in her mind.

Finally tired of dancing? I thought you were going to leave me here all night. Vi says as you approach, a little out of breath, her eyes drop to your mouth perfectly filled with red lipstick. Your scent reaches her nostrils, tobacco, sweet perfume and cinnamon gum. Fuck. She was about to lose it.