Josh and Celìne climbed into the backseat of my car.  “Great, and I’m the chauffer?” I asked, looking at the cuddly couple in my rearview.  Celìne smiled and nodded, placing a kiss on Josh’s temple for emphasis on why I was the chauffer.  “Oh Hell no.  Not in my car you don’t!” I laughed, and started the engine.  The whole way to the club I had to listen to Josh’s occasional moans of torture, and Celìne’s girly laugh when Josh kept trying to kiss her neck.  “Thank GOD, we’re here,” I cried when I parked the car.  I threw open the back door and Josh’s head peeked out.  “Five minutes?” he asked, and I grabbed his upside-down head.  “Like I said before:  No way in Hell are you doing what I think you’ll be doing in the backseat of my car!  Now get out you guys!” I yelled the last part into the car and Josh reluctantly slid out, helping Celìne from the vehicle.  “See?  Now the ‘fun’ can start,” I yawned, trying to irk Celìne.  It worked.  “You are gonna go have fun, damnit!” she shrieked, and pulled me toward the doors, Josh in tow.

            We got in quickly, as Josh knew the bouncer.  I was kind of hoping we’d get carded, but no such luck.  I was dragged into the building.  Loud, pulsing music echoed from every corner and crevice in the room.  The only thing that would save me from total boredom here was dancing, and luckily I loved the music.  I let Celìne and Josh pick out a table, then left them alone to grope.  I walked into the center of the floor and started to move.  I had to find the beat, but once I got it there was no stopping me.  After the first five minutes I had about ten guys in a little group watching me, all too cowardly to ask me for a dance.  And who was I to argue?   Haughtily I thought ‘It’s not like they could keep up anyway’.  Until I felt hands on my hips, and a body behind me.  A nice, male body that smelled faintly of Tommy cologne.  My favorite.  ‘I guess I’ll take him for a spin’ I thought, and started to really work it.  To my complete surprise and happiness, he kept up with me, never once losing the beat.  I had to face my match, and I was praying that he was as hot as his dancing was.  I turned slowly, still grinding… until I saw his face.  AJ. 

            I stopped dancing completely, and he did too.  “Does this count as calling you?” he asked, and I coughed in surprise.  “I didn’t think we’d be at the same place!” I laughed, regaining my composure, and I faced him completely.  “Talk about coincidences,” he said.  I looked down, feeling a blush come to my cheeks again.  “You’re… a really amazing dancer,” he said, and stepped in even closer to me than he already was.  I looked up and into his eyes.  Big mistake, seeing as he wasn’t wearing his glasses.  I got lost in the long-lashedness of his big brown orbs.  Then I felt his hand on the small of my back.  “You wanna keep dancing?” he whispered into my ear, and, courageously, I shook my head no.  He leaned back a bit and looked into my eyes again.  “No,” I said.  He crinkled his eyebrows together, and asked why.  “I didn’t come here to dance, and you know that,” I whispered into his ear, and I felt him shiver a little.  He nodded, and then took my hand.

            We barely made it into the cheap motel room before my dress was removed.  I pulled his black shirt off his body, and then knelt down to undo his pants.  They came off quickly. He lifted me to my feet… then off the ground.  He gently laid me onto the bed and climbed on top of me.  “It’s been nine months.  Promise me you’ll go slow,” I whispered, and he kissed me softly in response.  “Just tell me if you want me to slow it down,” he said, and proceeded to give me the best sex I’d had in my life.  And I’ve had some pretty damn good sex before.

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