Disco baby!

Chapter 81

At first it doesn't look like you are proved right. You spend the rest of the sunny time of the day with the girls in the city and its surroundings. After you have sat with Melina and Giselle in the restaurant for a while, you decide to ramble through the city 'like the vandals through Rome', as Megan apparently finds it funny. There is no doubt that she wants to present her boyfriend to the world on her special day and you actually get some envious and incredulous looks from bypassers and other couples. But also from your group who repeatedly thrown corresponding looks at you. So far, this is nothing new to you and it feels way too good to hold Megan in your arms anyway. You roam the city, stop wherever someone wants to have fun and soon lose track of the time and place. You are so focused on the girls in your group that it is difficult for you to keep an eye on your surroundings, too. The distractions are too big. But still, you strive to be the AEGIS shield for your small carrier combat group.

At some point, Megan takes pity on her colleagues and releases you from the spell of her body, her voice and her dress and sends you into the crowd. You stop at a playground on the edge of the forest near the city limits. How you got here, none of you know - maybe Carrie, who is most likely to stay cool - but you don't care either. At your age, it is no longer so natural to exercise on monkey bars and swings, but you do Millie and her friends a favor while the older (more adult) group members open a bottle of sparkling wine and have a good time in the shade of some trees. Only Emma doesn't hold it in place anymore and she comes with hesitant steps to the sandy surface and stands next to you in her yellow summer dress that reaches just above her knees. You only now notice her outfit and feel a stab in the stomach like a bayonet. You quickly put an arm around your girlfriend and are glad that you have a reason not to have to go down the much too small and much too warm metal slide with Claire and Denise.

"You look fantastic too," you say a little too softly that Emma wouldn't notice your embarrassment. It only hurts you more when the girl blooms under your arm and hugs you. You can hear cheerful laughter in front of you, behind you busy chatter. You stand in the middle of both worlds.

“Thank you” is all she says to you. She enjoys you too much and shows you how much you have neglected her. You have only been together for so short and actually you shouldn't come out of bed, the closet or anywhere else during this time to interrupt your lovemaking.

"No, it's me who have to thank you again and again," you say seriously and Emma turns her head on your shoulder to look you in the face. You avert your eyes from the playground. The perfect example of your conflict. Of course, Emma doesn't see it that way, but she's perfect and you're not. “I couldn't do any of this without you. I don't know how I earned your patience and love.” A bright scream sounds from the playground and your eyes flick as if by themselves from the angelic face of your friend to Susan, who is dangling head above from a stand. Her face is red and her hair almost reaches the floor.

"Finn! Look here!” She roars with all her strength and begins to rock back and forth. Claire screeches as she takes her hands off the stands.

“Don't hurt yourself!” She exclaims, a little anxious but also with a lot of adrenaline in her veins. Susan just laughs and you do the same. That you respond to her seems to inspire the girl, but when she has calmed down a bit, you notice your failure again and you look back at Emma.

"I'm sorry," you mumble and this time there is no embarrassed grin on your face. "You can see what I mean." Emma shakes her head slightly and her warmth is a welcome feeling despite the heat of the sun, which is transferred to yours through her hand. Emma comes out from your side, circles around you and leans against your chest with her smooth body. Her hands are on your shoulders and her head is leaning against you.

"All is good darling" she mumbles into your chest. "I know it's not easy for you. But we said we support you."

"Yes, but I should be there for you a lot more." A kiss interrupts you in the best way and for a few long seconds, the world consists only of bright light and warmth.

"Find a room you two!" shouts Karen from the bench and makes you giggle. You playfully show the cheeky lady the middle finger, which is returned to you in duplicate and with much more energy. You don't know Karen very well, but you can do stunts like this with her. Carrie would have dragged you to federal court for that and ripped your ass off. But Karen just leans back laughing and sips her champagne.

"Actually a good idea" whispers Emma and looks at you, totally embarrassed. Then she bites her tongue. "But not now." Her fingers tighten on you as she suppresses her cravings and she looks over at Millie, who is balancing on a thick rope. Typical Emma Jackson. Always think of others first. But you can't blame her. You too look at Millie and the fun she has with the three other girls through their childhood phase. Claire keeps looking over at you but is then taken over by one or the other girl. Then your two heads turn around. Emma is still attached to you, but you both recognize Maureen next to you. As distracted as you two are by each other's presence, it's no wonder. Your big sister is standing next to you in her newly bought, sporty clothes with folded arms. She also looks over at the three girls.

"I'll take care of my little sister and her monkey-friends," she says calmly and without looking at you. Then she points with her head to a dense part of the forest a bit away from the playground. "A hundred yards in that direction is a dip, nobody can see you there."

"Are you sure?" you ask. You and Maureen actually understand each other without words and you don't ask the girl about the location.

“Josh showed me. Better if you two make the place habitable again.” She smiles to herself. And without looking at you, she goes to the playground and shouts something to the three girls. For a moment you look after Maureen without a word, shake your head in amazement and thank her. Here a girl in love with you ensures that a girl in love with you can have her time with you, even though the girl who is also in love with you has only slept with you once. What a wonderful world. You can't think any further because Emma is already pulling you from the spot into the forest with superhuman strength. You wave quickly to the others on the bench, then the cool shadows of the forest devour you.

“You have a great sister. It's good that she is here," says Emma when she literally pushed you into the pit. She jumps after you, lands in your strong arms who lets her rest gently on the floor. Her yellow dress looks like the sun rising behind a shrubbery, that's how the shadows work on it. But her eyes shine even brighter from behind her glasses. But then you just stand facing each other with nothing to say and hold arms.

“Shall we?” you ask and your body prepares for another adventure. Emma comes even closer to you, your thighs are pressed together and she is holding onto your upper arms so that she can have as much physical contact with you as possible. You can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric as you gently place your hand between her breasts.

"We could," she says in a slightly rough voice and kisses you on the cheek several times. She soaks up your scent and runs her fingers through the hairline on the back of your head. "We should." You put your heads together and rub your noses. "I want you so badly." You frown because nothing comes from her after that.

“Are you okay?” you ask, a little confused. You open your eyes and see that Emma has still closed hers. A blissful smile lies on her face on which the shadows dance.

“Yes,” she whispers so softly that you have to look for her words in the rustling wind. "Perfect." Then you understand her and put your arms around her. This time she doesn't have to find her words like in the aquarium. You too have this urge to be close to her and you also value the closeness to her more than the short kick of taking her in the shade of these trees. She belongs to you as she says. And you think you are making the right decision based on her smile and the feel of her body against yours if you just hold her to you. A brief moment of togetherness in the hustle and bustle of your life that you both wanted so. But then you can't take it anymore.

"I love you, Emma Jackson, do you know that?" Her giggle is as wonderful as usual and the slight twitch that wanders through her shoulders continues in waves in your body.

"You can't take it long without saying that to me."

"Sorry. You're just so wonderful.” Your mouths come together in a kiss that is both lustful and shy. But none of you feel the urge to say something more and so the forest lives around you. Birds chirp, leaves rustle in the wind and the sun penetrates between the green on two bodies in harmony with themselves, the other and the world.

“And how was it?” Karen asks teasingly as you and Emma walk hand in hand across the playground to the bench. Maureen is still in the field, helping Susan perform daring maneuvers on a balance pole.

"You would definitely like to know," grins your girlfriend and pecks you on the cheek.

“What else do I have to do to make this clear to you?” Karen howls, but gives Emma a friendly pat on the shoulder. You sit in the space that Maureen has cleared and Emma is enthroned on your lap.

"Are you more relaxed now?" asks Carrie. "Or should I take care of Emma after all?" That gets questioning looks from the friends, but you just give Carrie a friendly smile.

"I think we're fine. Are we honey?” Emma answers the question by sliding down on you and resting her head on your shoulder. Together you see the sky above you. "Thank you for taking care of Emma, Carrie," you say again and again your gratitude is brushed aside with a hand gesture.

“One has to keep control. And that's definitely not you.” She grins at you but you can also see some pain in her gaze as her eyes fixate on you and Emma. For that you just admire her even more. You wouldn't have the strength to watch Emma leave with another guy, especially if you had no one else to look after you. Carrie is definitely stronger than you.

The day goes by. Once again you fall into a beverage shop like the Huns, quench your thirst and wave off the offer of Karen to take her to the bathroom. She even said that she needed help and wouldn't dare to go alone. If she keeps learning that fast, I'll have a serious problem in three days. Fortunately, Carrie and Emma always come to your aid with her.

When the sun is already turning orange, your cell phone rings in the tones of John Carpenter's Halloween and Claire, a little unsettled, wraps her arms around her chest. But you couldn't think of a better theme song for good old Melina Monroe in a hurry.

"Me and Giselle are going to be home in half an hour," she says as if she knew which song you introduced her to the group with. When you share the information with the others, you get mixed reactions. The girls who know what Melina did for them are happy. The others are a little confused but eventually agree. Had it been otherwise, you'd have left Melina to sort it out. No doubt she could have done it. You arrange a meeting point with the two waitresses at a bus stop not far from here and gather the group around you. At first, Susan and Denise don't want to leave the playground, but a snap and an energetic whistle from you solve the problem and the two line up next to Claire, with Millie getting the place by your side. Still, it takes a while for everyone to have their things together and when you start moving, you keep an eye out for Denise. You wave the obedient girl over to you and when the group moves along a street and forms a long line on the sidewalk, you have a few minutes for her. As with Emma, it seems that being around you is enough for the girl and it feels good to have that effect on people, but you also have a job to do to be worthy of her affection. You press her a little tighter and the hand of her that is not holding yours also grabs your arm.

“It's nice to see that you have so much fun,” you say in a friendly manner and she looks at you happier than ever.

"Thank you", she beams at you and makes you stop for a moment. Why does she thank me for that? But you can't let that distract you now, for her sake.

"You know what I expect from you in the future?" Her behavior changes immediately. At first, she sags and looks at the floor, but then new energy flashes through her, she holds on to you tighter stretches her back. She looks ahead firmly, but her gaze never breaks.

"Yes. We work together on my life and I trust you and you help me.” Then she looks up at you hopefully from below, as if she wanted to know whether she had passed the test. You nod and agree and she smiles all over her face.

“I want to start today,” you say and again a shadow falls over her frame. She is now in the phase of realizing that her life can get better after it is so broken. But this takes effort and of course, she would rather have fun with you and your girls. Yes, Susan and Claire are my girls too now. Damn it. "I know you'd rather have fun, but..."

"No," she interrupts you, notices it, bites her tongue, looks at you in shock, and looks relieved when you pat her head. "I trust you. If you say we're starting now…” She takes a breath. "Then we do what you say." Again she seeks your approval and receives it. Then you point forward to the bus stop, where Melina and Giselle are already waiting.

“I talked to Melina about you. I think she can help you." And me, but I'd rather not say that now.

"But you're already helping me." Denise is not entirely wrong. "Does that mean we you let me..." She can't finish the sentence and her step becomes so unsteady that she almost falls over. You hold her tight and tell her to look at you. She lifts her head weakly, a hopeful expression on her face mixed with a large dose of fear.

"Hey." You tap her nose with your finger. “I told you I would take care of you. That was a promise and I'll keep it, sure so far?” Denise nods quickly and calms down a bit. "Melina only offered her help and I will accept it."

"Yes okay," Denise says quickly and grabs you even tighter. "But..." She looks at you pleadingly. "Are you staying there? I... I want you with me."

“Of course I'll stick with you. I'm not leaving your side.” Denise ponders for a moment and then vigorously shakes her head.

"If you say I should do this, I'll do it." She looks you in the eye and yes, that's love. "For you." Of course you can't resist.

"If everything works out the way I imagine it then... hey..." You shrug your shoulders lightly. "Then maybe we can get together sooner than I expected." You couldn't say anything better and Denise hugs you as tightly as she can. Now the other girls also notice, half of whom are already with Melina and her friend/colleague.

"And you must be Denise," says Melina when the group has gathered around her. The slightly smaller girl takes the hand offered to her and shakes it. "We're going to have a lot of fun today." Then Melina turns to the group. “We all. Megan, where do you want to go today?"

You know one or the other disco and bar from your past vacations here. Your ex-girlfriend always wanted to party with you. You hated it. But she wasn't as convincing as your sisters and doesn't look as gorgeous as Megan in a blue sundress either. And she never tied bows in her hair because that would look too cheesy.

The bouncer from the 'Splash !!!' looks at you as if you came from another planet. You can't blame him, you're driving up the quota of girls in the club that night. You wonder what is going on between his big ears and under the shaved skull with the web tattoo. Certainly, exactly the kind of porn you call your life right now.

"Have fun" he grins at you and makes no secret of the fact that he is winking at you openly. The other girls don't mind. You know the Splash!!! from before and still know your way around, even if they have changed the ambiance a bit. It is a hybrid of a bar, disco and beach café for everyone under forty, so it says on a sign. During the day, bathers of the local seaside resort, which you don't need, sit here and enjoy the shade of the parasols and the cool drinks. In the evening the area is cleared, the DJ puts on and the drinks come from a bar on the side of the large room. The dance floor protrudes a little into the lake and if it were a little lighter, you could see your house far away. Of course you don't like the music at all, but the drinks are excellent, the cola cold and anyway you are busy with something completely different.

Seacrest is a seaside resort designed for tourism. There are the 'residents' who have always lived here. They sit on the edge of the dance floor and look at the poor devils who can only be here for a short time and who have to get rid of all the energy they have in a few hours. The residents look at the 'wanderers' from outside with sometimes hidden, sometimes openly displayed amusement. You can understand them. You'd rather be a resident too. But today you are the happiest wanderer there is and everyone else sees it too. It is as if the loud music is choked off with a sick squeak and all conversations are interrupted when you step into the room with a whole dozen young, beautiful, fantastically dressed, giggling and laughing girls. Of course, nothing like that happens. But you still hear one or the other rather loudly whispered 'Oh holy shit' as you escort the girls through the room. As you take the girls' thin and short jackets and move towards a large lounge at the other end of the dance floor as seen from the bar, you feel like an admiral commanding a carrier combat group in the South China Sea. The news - which never announce anything good because it doesn't sell - is talking about 'carrier killers'. Dozens, hundreds, maybe thousands of intercontinental missiles that can be fired at the group of ships that either attack the sovereignty of a country or implement freedom of navigation acts. Whichever way you look at it, at least the aircraft carriers are protected by a ring of ships that can repel any attack. You, on the other hand, are the only escort today that has to take care of twelve valuable and **** targets.

You have to fend off the first attacks on the way to your seat. The young girls are all around you, but missiles are launched almost instantly at the older ones. You almost panic, but then you realize that the girls are already used to dealing with advances from other men. And soon afterward you look at the brave souls who move towards your group with pity rather than fear. Rachel has the most interesting sayings and the men who dare to approach her will at least be rewarded for their efforts with a good story. Carrie just looks at them destructively and destroys her self-esteem for the next few hours. When someone asks Giselle and Melina to dance, the redhead grabs the Frenchwoman and rams her tongue down her throat so hard that Giselle almost collapses. At first, all the guys in the whole room just stare at them, but then turn away with enough footage in their heads. Karan, on the other hand, lets herself be noticed and bathes in it like you did in the lake. It just tweaks a bit to see how she lets the boys serve her. But then - after receiving several drinks - she lets them all off and puts them off until later. You sit down in the niche without losses and a waitress approaches you. Of course nobody spoke to you and so you order a round for the younger girls and for yourself too. You ask what the girls want to drink and are pleasantly surprised that nothing alcoholic is on the list. Everyone is happy with overpriced orange or apple juice, coconut or banana milk. You order yourself... what you always order yourself. The waitress smiles at you and rightly suspects that you want to keep a cool head for tonight.

After a period of time in which you have managed to control the girls, they slip out of your defensive screen. It had to come this way and you watch patiently smiling as Karen, Rachel, Megan and Susan hit the dance floor. You're left with Emma on one side and Millie on the other and you're glad you have someone to talk to. Emma leads the conversation and while she is caressing you under the table she discusses a TV series with the others that you have actually never heard of. You are surprised that Emma engages in girl talk like this and that Carrie encourages her, but you are also happy to see that everyone gets along so well. Then your eyes wander back to the dance floor. It's like throwing a piece of bleeding meat into a pot of sharks. Only a few individual sharks come first. They nibble on the piece, test whether it is edible. The loud music makes it impossible to communicate, so they have to do it with their bodies, just as sharks can do it just like that. The girls, many of them in one way or another in a relationship with you, react very differently to the individual sharks around them.

Megan behaves like a professional, dances on her own, sometimes a bit bumpy but in her dress and with the bow in her hair a treat for anyone with a brain between the ears. And sharks are picky hunters. But your middle sister acts like a pro in the face of these hunters. She stays calm, reacts in the right way, and has fun. Only when someone comes too close does she lean over to him, shout something in his ear and point at you. Usually that is enough and a nice nod between two hunters ends the hunt. Everything takes place in a civilized way and you give the girls their freedom. Of course you would like to approach every potential hunter and make it clear to them that all of these girls are yours - or at least almost all of them - but you are under your control. When a particularly intrusive hunter doesn't leave the field, Megan leans over to him, puts her arm around him and you almost want to get up. Megan points to herself, then to Millie, Maureen, Susan, Claire, and Emma. Then she uses both hands to help and shows a distance between them, which makes the aggressor flee the stage. Megan blows you a kiss and continues dancing undisturbed, forming a team with Rachel.

Meanwhile, Karen gets anyone she could want. It seems easy for her to gather the guys around and she seems to be happy with it too. You really have no reason to be jealous of anything and enjoy watching your girls on the dance floor. Then you look at Maureen next to you.

“Why don't you dance?” you ask her, wondering why Maureen is usually the one who is wildest on such evenings. But then you understand that this is exactly what makes her ****. While Millie, Emma, Claire and Carrie are laughing next to you, Melina and Giselle interfere every now and then and otherwise consider going to dance too, Maureen just sits in her seat and sips her - also non-alcoholic - drink.

“It's okay,” she calls out over the noise. "I don't feel like it today." You look at her doubtfully and she can't hold your gaze. Of course she feels like it. You know her that well, if not better. After the experiences of the last few days, she just doesn't want to seem like the party slut who doesn't care about anything. You have to grin, that's exactly the situation that suits you. Before she can react, you grab her hand. You peck Emma and Millie on the cheek, then slide past them and pull a surprised and blushing Maureen behind you. "Finn, I really don't want to..." she shouts and sounds half-hearted even over the din of the terrible music.

"Don't kid me," you call back and smile at her over your shoulder. You never would have thought that it would be you who would pull someone onto the dance floor and Maureen wonders about that too. Melina does the same and pulls Giselle after you. She doesn't care about the looks of the bystanders and presses closely against Giselle, who reciprocates the gestures.

“But you don't like that kind of music at all,” Maureen shouts when you arrive on the dance floor.

"But I like you. And I like it when you laugh.” In fact, that's enough to make Maureen happier, but you're already here and if someone snubs about your dancing so be it, you can do it with all the girls around you and sooo do not care about it.

If you were mistreated with an electro shocker, the painful convulsions wouldn't be very different from your dance and Maureen only holds her stomach with laughter when you almost send a slightly plump girl onto the boards. You apologize to her and she looks at Maureen first, then at you very strangely. Why are you talking to me when your girlfriend is right next to you? You wave goodbye to her and turn to Maureen, who is watching you carefully. She says something, but it gets lost in the music and her lips don't move enough for you to read it. But you don't need to ask, because at that moment the body in front of you begins to move skillfully. You admit that you're a bit biased with Megan, but Maureen can easily rival Rachel for the sheer sex appeal she exudes. The other girls are now all across the dance floor and you look over at them from time to time. Maureen doesn't mind that but she also puts even more skills into her dance to cast a spell over you. At some point your eyes can no longer separate from each other and your movements merge into something that only the two of you could describe, if you wanted to in this situation at all. But none of you want that and so you look Maureen into her dark green eyes until you lose yourself in them. The music fades and you don't feel anything except your amazingly calm heartbeat as you penetrate deeper and deeper into the soul of your big sister. At the edges of her iris, the green changes to an indefinite black and her smile wrinkles around her eyes. Those eyes have seen a lot, but are now only fixed on you. She only lives here now, only for you. Neither of you is still paying attention to your movements. The disco ball above you lets small lightning bolts flicker over her skin, but that doesn't distract you and for the brief moments her eyes just shine brighter. You are having a conversation without words, but information is being conveyed in an amazing amount. Then you feel her hands on your arms and you raise your hands to her slim hips. You weigh yourself, have no idea what is going on around you and are simply tied up in the person opposite you.

Her smile says more than any word you could ever speak. She arrived home. She used to dance to please people. Josh sure needed this to get in the mood and somehow you can understand him too. Maureen didn't want to spend that much money in the mall and her clothes are more functional than really pretty. But your focus is on the contours of her face, her smooth skin and the movements of her stomach. She still smiles at you so cautiously but so knowingly and you realize that not only you are so stunned and overwhelmed by your counterpart. The moment you realize that Maureen thinks the same about you, that she is just as captivated by you as you are by her, that she has the same thoughts and the same desires, you can no longer hold back. Her hands hold your head tightly to hers as you kiss her tenderly. But it doesn't take long, then you are overwhelmed by the **** of your feelings and your tongues meet sometimes in her, sometimes in your mouth. Even over the music you can hear her moaning and her hands hold on to you and connect your bodies as best she can. Her tongue is wet, strong, and greedy like yours, and its taste only fires your tongue up more. It tastes very slightly of lemon and mint and you are a bit ashamed of the cola that you drank all evening. But Maureen doesn't seem to mind and immediately afterward all thoughts of shame are forgotten as she hugs and presses against you. With all her energy she wants you in her mouth and you let go as she allows your attacks. Sometimes you push her backward, sometimes she pushes you and soon you feel the moisture starting to run out of your mouths. But Maureen doesn't care. She cannot stop but is **** to do so by the lack of oxygen in her lungs. Almost like two strong magnets would do you separate, first slowly for a few inches, then suddenly and you look at each other breathing hard. Your big, experienced and life-scarred sister almost seems a bit shocked when she gasps for air and her breasts are heaving up and down. Then she laughs in surprise and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. You too lick yours and ensure her taste as long as you can. Then you both notice that another song is playing - which is just as bad for your taste - and everyone around is staring at you more or less openly.

"Shit Maureen," says a girl behind her giggling. You both turn to the voice, you surprised, Maureen startled. "Does Josh know about it?"

"Mina" remembers Maureen a little out of breath. Then she turns back to you and looks at you proudly. "Josh is history, this one is much better." You grin at the girl who is apparently the same age as Maureen and is well known to her. You introduce yourself, but leave your last name out of the picture. Mina looks at you and then at Maureen.

"It's better this way. I haven't seen Josh for days,” she says and you self-critically suck in the air between your teeth. But the conversation is not deepened any further. Mina moves herself to her dance partner, shaking her head in amusement, and Maureen presses against you again. When the song ends, she seeks your attention and finds it with ease.

“I just have to go for little girls,” she says.

"Should I come with you?" you ask and at first you don't understand her amused expression.

“I can understand Millie and Megan. But no thanks, little brother. I'll ask Carrie or Rachel what they think of it.” Only now do you realize the absurdity of what you have offered her and you shake your head in amusement. You watch Maureen as she calls something in one ear of Rachel, who passes it on to Karen and the three run off together. You're now standing alone on the dance floor and you're starting to feel a little out of place. You search the crowd with your eyes and you recognize Susan, who is also dancing alone. She doesn't seem to mind and with her eyes closed, she moves to the beat of the song. It's one of those remixes again where the original song sounds much better. You smile, Susan seems to be lost in her own world. Maybe she enjoys not having to take care of Claire and being able to take care of herself. You want to turn away and go back to your seat when you notice a movement at the edge of your field of vision. Somebody is watching Susan from a few feet away. You stop, are in the way of a couple in love, but they don't notice you and quickly avoid you. Then you keep watching Susan and the boy. He seems your age, maybe a little younger, and his look doesn't seem dangerous. You can say that because through your protective instinct, everything that is not completely gay appears to you like the Mongols at the gates of a city.

Like you, the boy only moves a little, just bobbing back and forth. He has a beer bottle in his hand and so much hair gel on his head that it sparkles in the light. Your eyes wander again and again from him to Susan, who is still in her world with her eyes closed. What should you do? You said you'd take care of her. But then again, she's not Millie. And besides, you'd only get her out of her dream world and a nice moment just because the guy might address her. And even if he did, that wouldn't mean anything. The world is not populated by Joshs and Nathaniels. Nor is it only inhabited by people like you. There are also guys who are attracted to beautiful girls.

And Susan is a pretty girl. Hold on hold... What? But it doesn't surprise you. You feel something for the shy and childlike Claire as well as for the stronger and more defiant Susan, who only occasionally thaws and throws herself around your neck. You take one step towards the girl, the boy three. Are you now running towards them and throwing yourself into the bullet? But that would be exactly the wrong thing to do. Susan is not Claire and although you have your own feelings for both of them, you are sure with Claire and what an intervention in a free situation like this would do, with Susan not. So you wait and see how the boy drinks his courage again and then dances to Susan.

She still hasn't noticed anything and is still moving with her eyes closed and a slight smile. The boy walks up behind her and you have to smile when you notice his nervous twitching. I can understand buddy. Come on. Get some. Under your watchful gaze, which even the boy with the gel in his hair goes unnoticed, he dances close to her. Only after a few minutes does Susan notice that someone is standing behind her. The boy is not pushy and so gives himself opportunities that you would otherwise have blocked by ****. Susan opens her eyes and smiles widely as she feels the light touch on her body. His hands are lightly on her hips, the beer bottle is in his pants and his hair is glued to his scalp. But Susan didn’t notice any of this and so she hugs him and even moves a little more sensually. You do not pay attention to how you have to appear on the dance floor and continue your watch. At some point the two get closer and you have to keep reminding yourself that you already have enough girls by your side and that the world is not only inhabited by male monsters. But somehow the two look cute too, wiggling around on the dance floor. The boy can hardly believe his luck and you can understand his enthusiastic and incredulous look as he continues to dance behind Susan and she even sticks her butt towards him a little. You quickly think about how much **** she has already consumed but calculate a safe level. The happy boy is getting more and more confident and now lets his hands slide over her sides and wander almost up to her breasts. Her clothes hide her sleek frame somewhat, but her silky straight hair, which is braided into a complex braid, makes up for it. Fuck she looks good. Oh shut up and enjoy the sight.

The game becomes more intense and the two now dance as one. If this continues, Susan will be the first to catch a boy other than me during the time at the lake, you think, but you won't be overly disappointed. Of course you desire her, but she has a right to her free will. But you still have a strange feeling. You are so used to stepping in and protecting a girl at such sights that your legs begin to bob impatiently and your fingers cannot keep still. But you cannot turn away either. No, shut up! You respect her decision like a man. You are not here to conquer the world but to make it a better place and...

You almost managed to convince yourself. You almost managed to outsmart the universe and actually go without a girl you desire. You almost managed to resist Susan even though you failed so phenomenally with Claire. But in your defense, it's not you who break down or screw it up. The boy says something in her ear, Susan opens her eyes, they grow big and she turns back to the boy, startled. He is stunned by, no longer understandsthe world when Susan talks to him. You don't hear what she's saying to him, but he turns pale as you see her face turning red. She looks around on the dance floor, recognizes you and comes running up to you after quickly saying something to the boy. You too watch in astonishment and amazement as Susan rushes towards you with bowed head, shielding her face on the sides with her hands.

"Hey, what was..." But she doesn't listen to you, just grabs your hand and pulls you off the dance floor. The only thing the poor boy gets is a compassionate grin from you that you hope will make things a little better for him. But if you consider what pride you are feeling, you could have shown him the middle finger. Susan pulls you up to the bar and only then lets go of you. You look at her face, which is losing its color so quickly that you might think she has severe internal bleeding. But she stops, takes away your worries in this regard and doesn't manage to look at you. You tap her. "Hey. Talk to me“ you say as kindly as you can. The music drowns out your voice a bit, but the girl understands anyway.

"I... I can't," she stammer, sounding confused. You feel that too.

"Come on," you say in a friendly manner and take her hand, whereby she is frightened at first, but then clasps it tightly. "Let's go back" you suggest and it is the best tactic you have right now. But apparently it's a wrong one.

"No, not now!" Susan lets go of your hand again and looks around the room as if she is looking for an escape route. You don't understand the world anymore. Then her eyes fall on the bar where you stand and now she manages to look you in the eyes pleadingly.

“Please Finn, please allow me to have a drink. Please.” She pulls on your shirt and bobs up and down begging. "I need this now." She is nineteen years old and is not actually allowed to do that yet. But shortly afterward she is standing with a beer in her hand, from which you peeled off the label and which you paid for. She pounces on the **** as if she were dying of thirst and you are already beginning to regret your decision. But after emptying half the bottle, she looks at you apologetically and with self-hatred. "Thank you," she murmurs and you just nod your head, guessing what she said. When you put your hand on her shoulder, she relaxes a bit.

“You are a great girl Susan. And I trust you with the ****.” Now it's up to her to just nod. Then she gets herself together.

“Can we talk?” she asks. "Undisturbed? Please?"