Dance the night away

I wasn't going to turn down a dance from Emma. But I had to tell her the truth about me. "We can dance now, Em. But I must warn you… I move like a drunk granddad."

"Then it's a good job that I like older men."

It was clear that Emma was clearly continuing her honest pursuit.

The band began to play Purple Rain by Prince and the Revolution. An all time classic heartbreaker, and one of my favourite songs. Emma sniggered as she hung to me, pressing her full weight against me."I love this song. But how bloody apt for me and you?" I didn't say anything, I couldn't. But I gave her an affectionate squeeze as she continued, "I promise I didn't request it." Emma continued to hold on to me as if I was her life raft in an ocean of sorrow.

We danced slowly together. A sort of drunk waltz as we listened to the rueful lyrics. But we just didn't listen to them... we lived very word together.

I felt Emma's sadness as she listened to the melody. Her lips silently mouthing each lyric while nuzzled into the crux of my neck.

In that moment we could have danced a thousand lives together.

But suddenly the song broke into a light funk, as the band began a rendition of Prince's Kiss.

A welcome break from the heavy emotion.

Filled with a sudden upbeat energy we began jiving around like drunken teens on their first night out. Laughing and joking.

I stepped back and watched Emma parade and strut her stuff. She was a former model and it showed, moving as good as the girl in the original music video.

Everyone was watching Emma but it was only me she danced for.

As the song reached its finale Emma grabbed my collar then kissed me full on the lips to everyone's cheers. It was meant as part of her dance, her performance.

But Emma's smile said it was a tribute to me.

The singer even gave us a mention, "Thanks to the hot blonde that lucky bastard who got a kiss - dude she's too hot for you."

Everyone laughed, including Emma who gave me a hug.

But had a point.

A black woman came on stage began a Beyonce set, her voice was powerful as it was soulful. She opened with Crazy in Love.

The dance floor went crazy. The party was now in full swing.

Once again Emma was the centre of attention. She twerked as good as a white woman can while daring me to touch.

Making light of the situation I gave her pert rump an exaggerated slap in front of our audience.

Emma spun round then jumped at me. I caught and held her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. As she slowly slipped south she shouted, "Hold me."

My hand held her heart shaped arse and kept Emma in place.

Our noses touched and that was the moment the world stopped. Our eyes couldn't hide the secrets of the heart.

I wanted to kiss her.

And Emma wanted to kiss me. She leaned in and rested her lips on mine.

In a moment of weakness I accepted Emma and came under her spell. The kiss was wet and a little sloppy but she tasted good.

I broke free. And said...

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