of this
being a dream.
I
felt him pull away and that act snapped me back into the present. He never let
go of my hand and instead, led me off of the dance floor and back towards the
bar. I found myself in a dream like trance. Only briefly, did I glance back to
my original table, glimpsing Pearl and Betsy staring at us with wild, wide
eyes.
“I’ve
never danced like that before,” I told Greg as he held a stool out for me to
sit on.
“I
wasn’t really concerned with the dancing,” he said. “But it was lovely.”
“The
way you are,” I said, trying to find the words. “It’s like you are so gentle,
yet so aggressive at the same time.”
“It’s
the art of being a lover,” Greg said. He smiled down at me.
“Well,
you excel at that,” I said.
“Do
you like the way that I make you feel?” he asked.
“Um,
yes,” I said.
“Then
would you like to get out of here? We can go back to my place.”
I
could have squealed like a little girl who had just been asked to the dance by
the hottest boy in school. I didn’t know whether to exclaim my answer as loud
as possible and run from the building, or just decline altogether. I just met
this man, and not a half hour later, he’s asking me back to his place. What if
he were some sort of axe murderer or serial killer?
I
stared back into his blue yes, debating my answer. I had the date with Jeremy
coming up and that was a promising prospect. Would tonight ruin that in any
way? I couldn’t see how it would ruin it if only for the simple reason that I
found another man that I liked more. I didn’t know much about Greg, but if he
treated other aspects of his life as he had my neck and lips, then he would
certainly be a keeper.
“Sure,”
I said. “But I should probably stop by and tell my friends.”
“Let’s
go,” he took my hand again and led me around the dance floor this time to the
opposite side. When we approached the other girls, they didn’t budge. The only
part of their bodies that moved was their eyes as they followed Greg to where
he stopped behind me.
“Hey,
girls,” I said. “This is Greg.”
“Well
hello, Greg,” Pearl said, extending one of her hands.
“This
is Pearl and Betsy,” I told him.
“You
found yourself a cute one,” Betsy said, extending her hand.
Greg
chuckled. “Don’t you mean that you ladies found a good one for her?”
Betsy
and Pearl both shot me looks that could kill. Pearl mouthed the words, “You told
him?”
“Of
course, I told him,” I said. “He thought it was funny.”
“Our
friend here just needed a little shove,” Pearl said. “We were only trying to
help push her into the arms of a nice, good looking man like you.”
“I
appreciate the help,” he said.
“We’re
going to get going,” I announced.
“What?”
Betsy asked, clearly shocked. She tried to work out just what that statement
meant and what the precise implications were.
“He’s
invited me back to his place,” I explained. “Betsy, would you mind stopping by
my house and checking on the children?”
“Sure,”
she said agreed, but never once did she let her smile fade.
“Let
them know that I’m okay, but I am hanging out with another friend,” I said.
Betsy
leaned in closer to me and whispered, “So you’re really going home with him?
You’re okay with this?”
Pearl
slapped the other woman’s arm. “She had better be going home with him. If she
doesn’t, I am.”
I
laughed and led Greg away from the table. He said goodbye to the girls and
followed me outside.
The
cab ride to his place was short. Actually, I’m not really sure how long the cab
ride was because we spent the entire time making out in the backseat. I started
out wedged in the crook of his arm and then he had spun me around abruptly. I
was smaller than he was, and I felt comfortable and closed in with one of his
arms behind my hand and the other hand traveling up my midsection to my breasts.
His
left hand reached up and cupped my breasts
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