Making Her Wish Come True

well be there in 10 minutes!

Rebecca stared at her phone the same way that she would stare at her wall, with an aimless, almost bored, smolder in her eyes. Her thumb tapped against the screen a few times, pressing into the message above where she told her friends she'd be ready in a rich blue bubble. A few emoji popped up as her phone buzzed in her hands, kisses and smiles that let her know that the entire entourage was coming along. She halfheartedly sent one in kind before gently tossing her phone on her desk.

She stretched her back out and raised her hands up, her head tilting back not long after so she could see her fingernails, alternating red and green. She didn't know how she let herself get roped into this, and her friends better have known just how lucky they were that there wasn't any homework she could use to excuse herself and that she made her replacement Kindle a Christmas present for herself. There wasn't an excuse that she could use to get herself away from her friends' wishes for once.

Her phone buzzed. It was some random notification from her TikTok, but she flicked it away as soon as she saw it. She then scrolled upward, quickly recapping all that she needed to know about what was happening tonight, that there was some Christmas party at some club that she didn't know the name of and that she needed only her identification because ladies got in for free or something like that, littered with enough champagne glass emoji to warn her that she'd probably end up being designated driver. She didn't mind; if anything, it brought her some ease that she didn't need to worry about that.

She scrolled up a bit more, and found the moment when her friends asked if she wanted to go.

sure

!!!!!

no way ur serious becca

omg your actually going??

Rebecca couldn't help but let the smallest of smiles form on her face in amusement; it truly was something out of character and she couldn't help but get a small kick out of seeing their shock. It wasn't necessarily the kind of thing that she'd usually think of doing, but it probably beat staring at her walls trying to find some way to kill this overly-long December night.

Perhaps it was for the better for her to get out and at least try something new.

It wasn't like it wasn't her first time clubbing with her friends; every so often when there truly was nothing better to do and she couldn't find an interesting video essay or relevant research article that interested her she'd throw her caution to the wind and slip on something more casual and take a few hours out of her day to relax. Hell, there were even times where she would dance around with her friends and share some laughs and it felt like at times that she was truly enjoying herself in the moment, even if the lingering awkwardness she felt from being at the club left some inhibitions holding her back. Those inhibitions were never cut with alcohol; sometimes it felt like she went mainly to serve as a designated driver for her friends, but it was always somewhat enjoyable.

Plus, if any of the stuff that she heard from her friends were true, Christmas parties tended to have some pretty hot studs at them.

Of course, she didn't really make mention of it; she honestly wasn't sure if the existence of her libido or bigfoot would be more shocking to her friends. It did linger in the back of her mind, though, the possibility that tonight would be the night where she would be able to experience some of the club stories that she had heard about. It would definitely be a good way to relax after some particularly grueling midterms, including one that she feared she might have been placed second overall in a class. To be in the arms of a hot stranger who cared about none of that and let her succumb to pure, unrelenting bliss was a heaven to her.

It, also like heaven, she believed she'd see only after she was dead; even if she put all her effort into it and made herself the best woman she could be for it, she wasn't sure if that was enough for her to see it, either.

Her typical designated driver status typically disqualified her from looking too much at the guys who were clubbing with her and her friends, but even if Dani took one for the team, would Rebecca even find someone? She knew that there were plenty of people who didn't go to school with her and that it wasn't a fair assessment to make, but there was something deep inside of her that made her believe that her designated driver status fit perfectly for her for reasons other than her aversion to alcohol.

Study groups and especially Tinder were to blame.

Most of the time, study groups were pretty easy: just corral herself with her friends and call it a day. That would work for groups of four, but sometimes there were groups of five or even six and she'd meet some friend of her friends, usually a decent-looking guy who had good grades and could work at the clip that her friends could. Nothing usually came from it, but every so often they'd have a guy who let his gaze linger on her a bit longer than usual and sometimes she'd be asked to lunch with a friend right near them so she couldn't say no that easily. From there things usually devolved and they'd end up having a good conversation and by the middle of the afternoon they'd be in a bedroom where the lunch was longer than the sex.

Tinder was even worse. She made an account-of course-on a dare, and got flooded with messages of all sorts that completely overwhelmed her. Most of them didn't even get a reply from her, and those that did usually steered the conversation so poorly that dating was easier with the study groups despite just how much fewer people there were in that dating pool. Even among those that fell through the cracks, the best she could do was pasty losers that somehow thought that bringing up that she was Asian every thirty seconds was good dirty talk who'd only last for ten minutes before cumming and giving some satisfied smirk like the creampie that leaked out of her was some sort of personal trophy.

To hear that each of her friends had hour-long sessions where they enjoyed it entirely sounded more bullshit than how they probably interpreted her having a sex drive to be. To hear that one of them fucked for five straight hours she only could believe because someone else was there to verify it when she walked into a dorm by mistake. She couldn't put her finger on why, but it made her jealous. It was also the real reason why she wanted to go clubbing with them; designated driver be damned, she wanted to have a small taste of what that fleeting pleasure could have been like and sate that envy before it got too out of hand.

She got out of her chair and looked herself down in the mirror, examining her slightly loose Santa dress. Her choice of clothes hid most of her admittedly slender body, her modest chest barely filling out the top and her wide hips filling out the bottom nicely; she was thankful that her dress went down to her mid-thigh, at least hiding the lack of gap and the slightest tease of a hip dip. Perhaps she could have gotten something a bit tighter to show off her waist and how small it was, but she couldn't dare bring that much attention to herself. Hell, it felt weird judging how the dress fit on her.

The dress' scarlet tone was a nice contrast from her tannish complexion and a nice compliment to her choice of lipstick. Her furrowed her eyebrows at her earrings, small plaid bows that she only wore because they were cheap and seasonal. She brought a hand to a strand of hair that broke her squared fringe and tucked it behind her ear, the jingling already starting to become noise. She brought her hand behind her head and combed through her ponytail, seeking any imperfections through her straight black locks and finding nothing. She tilted her head slightly and gave a small smile, but the impatient and inattentive smolder in her dark, foxy eyes betrayed her expression no matter how full and red-lacquered her lips were. Perhaps being the designated driver would be the better move for tonight; she certainly looked the role.

Her phone buzzed once again, and it was followed by the growing sound of hooting and hollering outside. Her friends were here. She gave herself one final look-over and pivoted on her flat-clad heel towards her desk to grab phone and purse alike. With them in tow, she opened the door and let her friends in.

Looking at her friends' outfits, Rebecca absolutely looked like the designated driver of the group.

It was like the pool parties she sometimes went to where her friends were dressed in bikinis and she was in a conservative one-piece. Her Santa dress only complimented her friends' outfits in the way that they could be considered her little helpers. They had dressed in almost matching outfits, with green high heels and cross-plaid lingerie covering them up. Allie and Christy, a blonde who could have been in cheer and a Latina who was in cheer, flanked Dani, a black girl whose build was perfect for volleyball, and leaned up against her sides. They all shared wide smiles as if right before the door opened one of them cracked a joke that got them all howling.

If it weren't for her knowing them, it would be too easy to assume that Rebecca wasn't even in that group.

"Hey, Becca!" Dani said, and Allie and Christy followed in kind.

Rebecca gave a small wave and flashed a quick smile. "Hello." She took a few moments to look at them, as if humoring the thought of herself wearing that kind of outfit. There was no way she'd be able to pull it off, and even if she could, it'd only be on her as a dare. Yet again, maybe?

"You look so cute in that!" added Allie, breaking Rebecca out of her reverie. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her smile grew a tad.

"You too," Rebecca replied, her voice catching a tad in her throat. "You guys look ready for tonight."

"Hell yeah we are!" Christy chimed in, tilting herself forward. "We've been waiting all month for this!"

"We're gonna turn all the boys' heads!" Allie added.

They definitely were. Rebecca, on the other hand, felt a bit unsure about it. Even if she did, would it have been worth it? Given the way that Allie looked at her after she said that, she proved she was trying to be inclusive about the head-turning. She gave a small, nervous smile to her friends.

"Even if we don't," Dani chimed in, "we're still gonna have a great girls' night out!"

It was probably going to be a pretty short night of them all being together if Allie and Christy already were making plans to find some guys to dance with. Dani was also a bit of a coin flip, but she knew the way to reel Rebecca out of her apartment better than the others. "I hope so," huffed Rebecca.

"Did you pregame yet?" Christy asked as she peeled herself off Dani and sauntered into Rebecca's apartment, heading directly towards her pantry. Allie and Dani followed suit, the clattering of heels against the floor arrhythmic; the slight smell of booze wasn't prefabricated. Rebecca didn't even need to turn around as she heard pantry doors open and shut; she never brought alcohol into her apartment, not even for something like this.

"I found something!"

"Allie, I'm not pregaming with my cooking wine," Rebecca replied before she even looked at the bottle. Okay, there was some alcohol in her apartment, but nothing good enough to drink. She raised an eyebrow as she realized what she said and turned around, where she saw Allie putting her bottle down. "Wait, didn't you guys want me to drive tonight?"

"Don't worry, Becca!" Dani replied, teasingly sticking out her hand and flashing her a wide smile. "I'm doing that for y'all. I want ya to enjoy yourself tonight!"

Rebecca wanted to intervene and say that she could definitely enjoy herself at a club without drinking, but she knew that Dani would reply asking if she really could and she'd be thinking for a few minutes before ultimately accepting defeat. She might as well just surrender right now without making a fuss, and thus, that's what she did. Perhaps she should have brought some booze home if she knew that; it was either that or getting some overpriced club cocktails or getting someone to get her on their tab.

She wondered if Dani planned that out.

She didn't know when it happened, but Christy found her way behind her and she lunged forward, wrapping an arm around Rebecca and forcing them forward momentarily. Rebecca pushed back and brought a hand to Christy's waist, aiding her upward. She was really warm already.

"Yeah, like I know this is more our thing, but we really want you to have fun tonight! Go out there, have a good time with us; maybe if you're lucky you'll find a cute boy for the night!"

Rebecca suppressed a laugh. She'd draw someone's attention in this, when her friends were dressed like that? It didn't matter what guys would want to come up to her at the club if the first man who rejected her was the bouncer himself. She at least bet that she'd be considered a different group altogether. She sighed; at least the dress was like only 30 dollars from a thrift store.

"I'll see..." She flashed them a demure smile, and was then quickly pulled along as Christy led her out of her apartment, with Allie and Dani in tow to make sure she didn't escape. She scrambled for a few moments in shock, but mainly just let it happen. If it happened, great, if it didn't, so what? She'd just need to convince herself that next time would be slightly better if there was a next time.

In retrospect, Rebecca should have known that she wouldn't have been rejected at a club. It initially caught her by surprise, but she did bring her ID and a few bucks in case her outfit didn't constitute the party dress code; only the ID was put into the bouncer's hands. She had been the last of her group to get in, and while Allie and Christy were already deep into the trenches of the club, Dani locked arms with her and dragged her into the deep, dark dancefloor.

The bass that merely accompanied the bouncer's appearance outside was now thudding in her head as she looked around, taking in the sight of a massive crowd of people moving up and down amorphously under color-changing lights that flickered every second or so. She could make out a few silhouettes, some that resembled her friends and others that did end up taking a more conservative approach, not to mention the men who wore clothes that ranged from festive to more basic dress clothes. Rebecca felt more comfortable knowing she wasn't the only one who missed the memo on what to wear.

"You wanna get something to drink?"

Dani's question was yelled into her ear-not like she'd be able to hear it any other way. She turned to face her and shook her head, not really feeling it quite yet. She wanted to scope the scene around a bit more, see what was worth being here for outside of the really campy Christmas carols supported by dance beats. She wanted an embrace other than the aural ugly Christmas sweater everyone was covered by just by being in there.

"Suit yourself!"

Dani dragged Rebecca into the crowd, and Rebecca's eyes widened. It was like staring into a Yuletide unknown with a scent of pine and body odor. She could feel the air getting stale as Dani slipped through the crowd. She already felt herself growing hotter just from the collective body heat and she understood why they thought lingerie was a good base for the club; if she were even a bit more shameless she probably would have done the same thing.

Through the crowd, she could feel gazes falling on them. Most of them, though, Rebecca could reasonably assume that they'd be for Dani, given her outfit and how her body looked. Rebecca wasn't much of a looker already compared to her friends, and the choice of outfit did not help matters in the slightest. Perhaps she was trying to repel the gazes that landed on her and she was doing this all subconsciously. She didn't know.

What she did know, though, was that there was someone staring at her, with an intensity that was only reserved for someone who was looking directly at her with full intention.

She looked around for a few seconds, her rather diminutive size forcing her to peek over shoulders to find where that stare was coming from, but it was to no avail for the time being; what she did know, though, was that there was someone already interested, and that alone was enough for her heart to pick up in pace ever-so-slightly.

It didn't take too long for them to find Allie and Christy, who were not just in the middle of the crowd, but were flanked by a bunch of guys already. Each man had been given a polite gesture of disinterest, and as quickly and randomly as they showed up, they disappeared into the night. Once most of them had been disbanded, attention was brought to Rebecca and Dani.

"Where've ya been?" Allie asked.

"Y'all ran in before we were done!" Dani replied. "Really that boy-crazy tonight, you two?"

Christy laughed for a few seconds, her knees starting to bob to the beat of the music. "Not many times we can get out like this. I'm gonna make sure tonight was worth our time!"

Rebecca laughed, but it was muted by the music, and she found herself starting to dance along to the music, even if what she mainly did was bob her knees up and down in rhythm. The night was still young and people were starting to find their groove; no need to really get too far ahead in everything quite yet.

Once the party started, it was easy for Rebecca to let her inhibitions down. She kept bobbing to the music, listening through the DJ's medley for songs that she knew so she could scream the lyrics with her friends; it was a relief when it happened every five or so songs. The club's energy kept her moving, and she could feel it starting to surge through her; it almost felt as if she were becoming one with everyone else. One by one, barrier after barrier, she could feel coming undone, and she shared the same wide smile that she saw on all her friends' faces, her cheeks starting to grow pink with just how warm it was getting inside the massive crowd.

It did feel like something was missing from the night, though. Not that she was hoping for something that wouldn't happen, but she couldn't help but think that she wasn't completely there. Inhibitions had come down, but for the final ironclad ones not even the infectious enthusiasm of dancing would be able to strike them down.

She could have really gone for a drink, if either to refresh her spirits or to dull the anticipation starting to well up in her soul, and she was not the only one.

"Y'all wanna get something?" Christy asked.

"Hell yeah!" Allie replied.

"Let's go!" Dani remarked.

And with that, they all linked arms and headed through the crowds. A bit of pushing and pulling led to Rebecca letting out a few small apologies as she brought up the rear, and prayed that she'd have her elbow locked with Dani's as they made their way. It didn't take too long for them to reach the bar, and once they were there, arms were unlinked and they were all leaning against it, with Rebecca looking at her friends, and her friends looking up and down the menu.

Rebecca sighed and followed suit, reading through the list of cocktails and not knowing what a single one of them was like. Her teetotaling, something she often considered an asset, was undoubtedly holding her back, and she hoped she didn't seem too much of a prude just ordering, of all things, water. At least Dani gave her some company drinking that, she hoped.

She turned to her friends once again, and they were not just talking among themselves, but giggling. She didn't quite overhear anything, but a few coy glances shot over her shoulder led her to turn around. A large man was right next to her, his finger extended and almost prodding her shoulder.