Gavin and Chloe redefine themselves

The bass thudded against the walls, exploding into an uptempo beat. Gavin was pretty sure this constituted a noise ordinance violation. What's next, colored track lighting? he mulled.

When he decided to come, he assumed it'd be more of a friendly gathering than a full-blown night at the discotheque, but Ashley's sister was determined to push this into that territory. He had quietly moved away from the guys as the conversation moved from something not his expertise. Gavin had many interests (chemistry, video games, robotics, zoology, birdwatching, random economic statistics), but he was impressed by how all seemed to fail in starting any kind of conversation in settings like these. Mercifully, most people gave a thoughtful "Oh, never knew that" type of response, but the "What the fuck are you talking about" wasn't uncommon. So Gavin usually stayed within his own social circles, and even when his friends moved away from his comfort zone (Chloe on soccer, Zack on baseball), he clammed up. Now that Zack and the rest had starting discussing their thoughts something involving random hot girls at their various schools, Gavin attempted to look interested in examining the kitchen appliances.

Also irritating was his own avoidance of Chloe. One of the reasons he decided to come in the first place was to spend some more time with her, but that plan was seemingly sinking as she fluttered to basically anybody except him. Is she avoiding me? he had thought, and his anxious inertia succeeded in reciprocating Chloe's actions. He cursed himself for treating her like any other girl he had ever liked. I mean, this is Chloe for Pete's sake, they've known each other since grade school! They should be able to talk to each other about everything!

Gavin shifted uncomfortably. Maybe I was too bold. That's gotta be it. I ate her out without any warning and now she probably thinks I'm some kind of pervert or whatever. Great, just fucking great. Ten years of a friendship down the toilet, gone, and--

"Gavin?" His nymph of fire's magical voice warmed his heart instantly. There she was, looking positively beautiful in her dressy blouse with a worried smile gracing her lips. Worried for him.

God damn, I'm a moron.

"Yeah, Chloe?"

She approached him without hesitancy, and pulled his hand into hers. "Look, Gavin, I... want to talk about what happened at night, and..." She's blushing, she looks ten times as beautiful when she blushes, oh god, how come I'm only seeing this now?! "... I want to talk about it."

Gavin stared down at her, waiting nervously, and Chloe's turn to stay quiet came. Gavin looked so handsome right now, in his nicest shirt and jeans, but looking at his face, all that came to mind was those dimly lit features nestled between her legs and the earth-shattering kaboom they gave her. Weirdly, Zack popped into her mind too, plowing his manhood into Lisa with wild abandon. Her best friends in the world suddenly had a deep, sexual connection to her, and she still didn't know how to handle it.

It's not like this was a first -- one lonely night a month ago changed that with a double-teaming fantasy. That had been spontaneous though, spurred by god knows what kind of heightened, self-imposed repression, and it certainly wasn't the first time someone she knew had entered her imagination in that capacity. Now it was real, like really real, and with Gavin, personal.

And she loved every second.

God this is going to be really awkward... I can't do this just by telling him, I'll trip over my words and he'll get really worried and then I'll get frustrated and... Gavin's overly concerned and regretful look overwhelmed her. ... and I'll lose my friend and this won't happen again.

"Hey," she said shakily. "I-I don't think I can just talk right now. Do you... want to...?" She cocked her head to the living room.

"Wha? You mean dance?"

Chloe nodded sheepishly.

"Chloe, I think you can guess that I have two left hands for feet."

"Look," she laughed. "What makes you think I'll be any better? Let's... have this moment. For... for us."

Gavin gulped, but he couldn't refuse her. He tightened his grip. "Okay... okay, yeah."

"Let's go and look like fools!" She smiled, and his heart sang. They may have danced like gyrating, dying walruses, but they were doing it together.