Getting Closer

The song slowed, one tune melding into another. The music took on a tone that was rich was undertone, rich with an intention for this party to be unerringly physical.

Rachel had her hands on my hips and they slipped around a little, pushing into the small of my back. My hands slipped down to the back of her neck, a touch so intimate that it burned into both of us as my lips parted and my head ducked forward a little.

She exhaled slowly and so did I. Our bodies moved into each other a little more, the insistent press of her breasts connecting into mine as she slipped her hands up while mine slipped down.

Rachel moved forward, past my lips and curling towards my ear, “I thought you said you didn’t know how to dance?”

Her voice was so heady and so heavy and so positively dripping with intention that it made me blush.

“I don’t,” I replied, “Maybe you’re just a really, really good teacher?”

“Mmm,” she cooed into my ear, “No I think you’ve just got some secrets, naughty girl.”

When she spoke her lips brushed against my ear and I wanted her to nibble on my earlobe. I wanted her to make good on the promise that all this moment with her had been so far. I wanted to tumble into that future I’d caught a glimpse of with her, not caring in that moment that the future had been so incomplete.

“Look around,” she said, a spark of delight in her voice, “They’re watching us.”

I made sure to follow her instructions, glancing over the crowd and seeing the eyes turned towards us. All those men seeing two women together. All of them seeing us so close and barely able to contain themselves at what happened next.

They were like jackals waiting for a moment of weakness. Like were hyenas ready to strike. Their need was so strong it hit me like a wave and took my breath away for an instant, making my body shudder as I let out a long and slow exhale.

“Let’s give them a real show,” she said, “Slide your hands down to my hips. Slowly.”

Slowly. So goddamn slowly. Slipping down her neck and over her shoulders. Over the tops of her breasts but then parting to slide just avoiding them. She was so slight and so femme and so slim, her waist so small that maybe if I’d had a bit bigger hands I might have been able to wrap my fingers around it and there were so many temptations, the need to run up and cup her breasts and the need to grab her and bury my lips in her neck. The urge to slide down and cup her ass and squeeze, but none of that was according to her orders.

So I found her hips instead. Generous and womanly and full. I found my hands on them and she grinned and I felt it against my cheek. She pulled back just far enough that she could bring her face around to mine and our noses brushed together, our lips so close we could feel each others breath before he eyes sparkled with mischievous delight and she spun in my arms, giving my hands a brush of her ass and her flat tummy before she pressed her ass back into me.

Rachel ground herself back, pushing her ass onto me and rolling it up and down. She pushed her head back, sliding it to one side so that her head settled into my shoulder. She moved back and forth, swaying against me, and her hands slid up her body. Up her thighs and then finding my hands and latching onto them. Pulling them up and forward so that I was embracing her from behind and drawing my hands up achingly slowly as she continued her grind on me, until her hands held mine just below her full breasts and her body was pressed into mine from behind.

The music built, a slow and aching grind that was echoed by our bodies. The crowd held its breath, the attention palpable as we became the center of it all.

And I didn’t know what part of it I loved the most.

The feel of her body on mine was undeniably sexual and unattainable any other time before. The feel of her beneath my hands and pressed against me so feminine, so bright. It was like a star burning too close to home but the temptation was there to stare right into it.

But maybe the crowd was a little more tempting. Maybe it was the fact that they only had eyes for us or the fact that I was the center of attention. A place I’d never been before but now knew I loved.

But that isn’t the truth. I know what I love the most and it is neither of those things.

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