My hands went to her waist, pulling her gently towards me. Her big brown eyes looked up through their long lashes as her body melded to mine. I picked up her rhythm quickly, one of my legs sliding between hers. Her arms twined in the air for a moment longer before descending behind my head, her right hand holding on to the back of my neck while the left raked through my hair and then down my cheek. I felt a growl escape my chest as I pulled her in tighter, her breasts pressing in just under mine.
My right hand moved up between her shoulder blades, and she leaned against it, bending back at the waist, turning in a slow semi-circle. The move exposed the length of her neck and amplified the cleavage showing from her dress. My libido purred at the sight. She straightened up, lifting a leg and pressing her thigh against my hip.
Her hand held my shoulder and she dipped again. This time I brought my free hand to her throat, trailing it down over her chest and between her breasts. Her eyes opened and looked into mine.
I don’t know how many times I’d done this, dance with a girl, hold her close, drive her crazy, then back to my place where I’d, well, satisfy her curiosity. And then in the morning they’d be gone. Since Gillian, that was what I did. It was safe, and no one got hurt, especially me.
And for the first time since Gillian, I didn’t want that.
Alyssa
Oh my God, this felt amazing, her arms around me. Before, dancing had always been, well, just awkward. This wasn’t awkward; this was wonderful. I knew there were other women dancing around me, but my whole world had shrunk to just Taylor. The way we moved together, how my leg slid against her hip, the way she smelled, she was perfect. The music stopped, which was jarring in and of itself, but I just kept holding her. I didn’t want to pull away.
The music started again, this time soft and slow. She looked down at me. “Do you want to go back to the table?”
“No.” I laid my head on her shoulder. “No, I don’t. Dance with me.” I pressed myself against her, feeling her arms tighten across my back. She began to sway in time to the music, and I let myself ride against her. It was heaven. I felt, I don’t know… like a woman instead of a kid, if that made any sense. I could smell her cologne, mixed with the sweat from her skin, and it was heady beyond words.
When the music finally stopped we walked back to our table, and I sipped my drink. I didn’t let go of her hand, not for a moment.
“Having fun?” Taylor was smirking at me, and I couldn’t help but smile and blush.
“Yeah.” I swung her hand back and forth. “Best date ever. You?”
She laughed once, and maybe a little color in cheeks also. “Yeah.”
“So is this how you seduce all your dates?”
That flustered her a bit. It was cute when that happened. “Aly, I-”
I leaned forward and cut her off. “I’m sorry, Taylor. I really am having a wonderful time.” Her face was inscrutable, but one thing was for sure, her eyes never left mine. I met her gaze, running my thumb over the back of her hand. Steel blue, her eyes held me, and I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in them forever. And those arms, I wanted them around me. I wanted to fall asleep in them, and wake up in their strength.
“Taylor, dance with me some more?”
She didn’t say anything, just rising and lifting me to my feet. We moved back to the dance floor. She turned me, arms wrapping around my waist from behind. My hand slid up behind her neck, and she leaned down, planting fairy kisses along my shoulder. And we danced, her closeness filling every part of me. I wanted to be hers tonight. I let myself dream of what was coming. She was going to take me to her bed, and I was going to let her. The thought scared the hell out of me, but I wasn’t going to say no. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to tell her no.
The thought of her stripping me, laying me down, kissing my body, it made me grind against her. I could feel my excitement leaking into my panties, something that had never happened to me before on a dance floor, and I was very glad I’d chosen to wear something more substantial than a thong. And it wasn’t just that, my whole body seemed to tingle while Taylor was holding me.
As the music thrummed through me I lost track of time. Eventually, during a slow song Taylor whispered in my ear. “Aly, it’s getting late.”
“Mm-hm.” I didn’t take my head off her shoulder, but my heart started beating a little harder.
I gathered up my bag while Taylor settled the tab, and a few minutes later I was holding on to her as we pulled out of the parking lot. She’d been quiet as she’d helped me get ready for the ride, and I realized that we hadn’t kissed on the dance floor, at least not on the mouth. There had been plenty of kissing going on around us, but not us. Did she not want to kiss me? Maybe I was imagining this whole thing, maybe she wasn’t attracted to me at all, maybe she truly was just humoring me.
Once we got on the road my heart started to sink. I wasn’t sure where she lived, but as each moment passed I was more and more sure where we were headed. She was taking me back to my parents. She didn’t want me.
By the time we entered my neighborhood I was in tears. Nearing my house, I fought to control my emotions, since the last thing I wanted was her to see how upset I was when my helmet came off. But I hadn’t been able to even wipe my eyes, so I knew my makeup had to be a mess.
She puttered up to my family’s gate. As she shut off the engine and kicked down the stand I hurriedly pulled off my helmet and wiped my eyes. Our motion activated flood lights kicked traitorously on, and I kept my face away from her as I untied my riding pants.
“Aly, you OK?” I tried to nod as Taylor undid the back tie. I pulled them through my legs and folded them over my arm. Her hand rested on my shoulder and turned me around. Given the look of concern that spread over her features when she saw me, it was worse than I’d imagined. “Were you crying?” She brushed my hair back, while I stared determinedly at the pavement.
I felt her fingers slide under my chin and lift my face, my brown eyes meeting hers, which looked grey in the darkness. I tried to find my voice but I couldn’t.
“I don’t want to leave you here crying. Did I do something?”
Her blaming herself was too much. “No! No, I just…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t want it to be over.”
“It’s not quite over yet.” Her mouth lowered, and I lifted up on my tiptoes to meet her. Her lips closed over mine, and I whimpered into her as my whole body exploded with electricity. I opened to her, and our tongues danced together as her arms pulled me tight into embrace. I’m pretty sure my leg actually kicked up like in old movies. She tasted like the rum and coke she’d nursed throughout the evening, and also something else, that unique flavor that was just, well, her. I think I loved that flavor.
We kissed for an all too short eternity, and I couldn’t even begin to explain what I was feeling, I just knew I needed more of this. I could feel her hand in my hair, holding me gently to her, and more than anything I wanted to be hers in every way.
Eventually Taylor released my lips and we stared at each other, her hand still caressing my scalp. I leaned into that, resting my head on her palm.
“You’re a great kisser, Taylor.”
She smirked at me. “I’m glad you approve. Does that mean I get to see more of you sometime?”
My heart was soaring, and I felt my playfulness starting to return. “Yes, please.” I fiddled with the collar of her jacket. “Y’know, you could have seen more of me tonight, if we’d gone to your place.”
“Got to leave you a reason to come back for more.”
I stared as intently into her eyes as could. “I think I want that more.” I ran my fingers over her cheek as I said it, and I could see a shudder run through her as my words registered. She was looking at me like she wanted to devour me, which made me shiver in all the right ways.
Taylor stroked my cheek. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“More? With you?”
“Six o’clock, my place. I’ll cook.”
“It’s a date.” I lifted my face for another kiss, and Taylor provided an amazing one. She was so strong, but her mouth was perfectly soft.
After a minute her lips moved up my jaw line until she nibbled for a second just under my ear, which made me go weak at the knees. “I’ll be counting the minutes.” With that she stepped away and replaced her helmet, and moments later she was puttering down the street. I waited until she was out of sight before going inside, dancing as I went.
Taylor
I always knew when the time was right, the perfect moment to ask whatever little femme I was dancing with to come back to my place. That moment had come tonight, and I’d let it go. Instead I’d taken her back home, where I knew there was no chance of her inviting me in.
As I was driving my libido was warring with my decision. I’d never felt like that on the dance floor, so completely connected to someone, and she’d been totally into it. But I didn’t want her first time to be an exhausted tumble at two in the morning. I knew I could make it good. With her, though, I wanted it to be great. So great she’d want it again, and again.
That was it. For the first time since Gillian I’d met someone I wanted to see again. What was so special about her? God, well, those eyes, I could look at them forever. Yeah, I mean, sure, she was beautiful. A lot of girls are beautiful, more beautiful even, by the world’s standards, anyway. So why was Aly different? Her face floated in front of my mind’s eye. I saw her smiling at me across the dinner table. I saw her terrified as I carried her sister to shore. I saw her soft with longing as we danced close.
Mostly, I saw her. To hell with the world, she was beyond beautiful. Every emotion shone with genuine earnestness, and she exuded a naive strength that I just didn’t understand, but was so attractive that it made me crazy. She was a rich girl, college, sorority, maybe life just hadn’t bitch-slapped her enough yet. By all rights that should just piss me off, so I could revel in the schadenfreude when it finally did. Yeah, rich or not, life would come for her eventually. And I didn’t want to let it.