Closer (Part VII)

He moved his other hand to her waist and rubbed the slight exposure of skin beneath her shirt. Her heart skipped about three beats. She looked up at the ceiling again and closed her eyes. She could feel his breath on her neck, warm, full of lust and likeness. He caressed her with his lips beneath her cheekbones and down to her shoulder, nibbling softly at her flesh, but not leaving any marks. He was soft, tender with his touch. She put both hands between his legs to show her gratitude. His whole body shook once, a sure sign of response. So good. His breath became more and moister as her hands moved closer. Suddenly his hands flew to hers and stopped her from reaching the top. She snapped.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered. His breathing was heavy. The colorful blurs became people again and the music slowly faded back into recognition.
“Not here,” he said slowly. Puzzling.
“But, I want to.” It was the alcohol, and it was her.
“Not here…” he said again. She began to stand up slowly and extended a hand to him.
“Come.” They walked through the crowds, nobody noticed as they slithered through the crowd reaching a door. Open, unlocked. She stepped through and pulled him inside behind her. Nobody, empty. She closed the door and it clicked shut, then she locked it. No interruptions. Perfect. The room was dark, there was one chair and he sat, legs open and breathing low and steady. He looked up at her with those eyes, she could see her reflection in them, vivid and bright.
“Come,” he said. She stepped towards him.
“Closer.”
“Closer?”
“Yes.” She came as close as she could until their noses touched. He reached both arms around her body and pulled her down to him. “That’s close.” He leaned in and kissed her neck up her cheek bone and onto her cheeks stroking that exposed skin. She put both hands on his face and felt herself through him, each bristle that should be shaved, each smooth patch of skin she longed to have. He leaned up, and she leaned down. Their lips met briefly for a second or two. She then lashed out her tongue and pulled him inside. She felt every part of that mouth, the lips, the tongue, the teeth, and the roof…all with her own. His hands were warm on her back as they slid up the shirt feeling her backbone and down again. Explosive. She moaned softly to him and he pressed harder. A bite, a nibble, her and there on each lips; it did not hurt. He was soft and tender with his touch. So good.

Closer (Part VI)

“So what’s new with you?” asked The Friend rocking back and forth to the music in his chair.
“Not much, on this end,” she replied offhandedly staring at the ceiling as she spoke. The conversation continued slowly and dispersedly. She and The Friend laughed and conversed at intervals between the music and people coming between them getting more drinks. Between the tidbits of conversation she would caress his arm. Let him know she was there, just let him know. He took one hand and rubbed her other arm, just to let her know. She leaned until she could place her head in the crook between his head and his shoulder. He forgot to shave again. The bristly hairs tickled her cheeks as she rubbed them against his. He turned his head and kissed her forehead slowly, to let it sink in, to make it last. The Friend got up and left them while more people came in mixing and pouring more drinks getting rowdier and rowdier. She kept her eyes glued to the ceiling until he turned her head to look her in the eye. His dark eyes were shivering with emotion. Shivering. Warm. Excited.
“Having fun?” he asked. She nodded.
“I’m here with you, how could it not be fun?” She didn’t know if he was smiling or not because she was still looking into those eyes.
“Same here,” he replied almost in a whisper. That voice. Deep. The voice she loved hearing, it was that voice. Their expressions became more serious and she moved her hands closer and closer towards their bodies with his fingers still intertwined in hers. Closer. His body gave a slight twinge of excitement, in more places than one. She lifted their hands and turned them so they were palm to palm, embracing. Was someone turning down the music? The people moving around and the sloshing drinks became blurs of unintelligible colors. All she saw was him; all she wanted, all she needed.

Closer (Part V)

“So, are you guys finally going out yet, or you’re still working on that?” asked a friend. They both smiled and replied, “Working on it.” He gave her hand a squeeze and she responded by running a finger up and down his inner arm. Scandalous. They excused themselves and walked towards the drinks and sat in the plastic chairs all around the tables. She looked him over in his white tee and blue button-up, baggy faded jeans and white shoes. He wore the same thing almost every time they went out together. She did too, but it was beside the point. He looked off into the crowd of people and she kept staring. She hoped she wasn’t drooling. She looked over at the drinks on the table and poured a large glass of Coca-Cola for both of them.
“Thanks,” he said off-handedly and took a large sip. “Ah, a non-alcoholic drink. I didn’t think you could serve something of the sort,” he teased smiling at her again. She smacked him lightly on his knee and reached for another cigarette.
“So, how are you doing?” she asked placing her right hand on his knee. She was left handed, so she smoked with the other hand. He sat for a moment then leaned back in his chair before replying, “Pretty tipsy, how about you?” She nodded and giggled before taking another long drag. She looked up as she was blowing out the smoke to see a friend of hers reaching over to get a drink.
“Could I take a seat with you guys?” he asked. She nodded slowly and stood up and offered her chair. She looked over at him and tapped his hand which was resting on his knee. He looked up and moved it so she could sit. This was normal, and everyone was used to this. He put his hands on her knees and ran them up and down her legs and brought them back to her knees again where they rested. A single shiver ran up and down her spine.
“Bangin’ party, huh guys?” asked The Friend. She nodded.
“Yeah, totally…I’m so tipsy though, how are you doing?” she asked leaning back into his body.
“Whoo man, right about where you are with that,” replied The Friend.
“Amen!” she whooped leaning forward again to give The Friend a high-five. She fell back a little too quickly causing him to jerk in pain. She turned with an apologetic face. “I’m SO sorry,” she said giggling and wobbling her cigarette in unsteady fingers. He smiled and stroked her arm reassuringly and she snuggled deeper into him. He was so warm, so comfortable. Perfect. Inadvertently, she placed a hand on his and he proceeded to pull her fingers into his, interlocking them on his knee. Even better.

Closer (Part IV)

She looked to the porcelain god and proceeded to pray, head first. Nothing came but she waited. It would come, better now rather than later, she thought. She pulled her hair back in her hands and lay her head on the side of the seat. Ew, how many asses had touched that thing? Fuck, doesn’t matter now, just puke, girl. Come on! Feeling dizzy, she stuck a finger down her throat to prompt the juices in her stomach to churn harder than they already were. Next time, she was eating a full meal before drinking something. One prayer composed of a torrent of alcohol and soda followed by a second with chunks of the crackers she had hastily eaten before walking out the door earlier in the evening. Definitely a full meal next time.
Feeling a little less light headed she stood up and splashed water on her face from the sink. Much better. She dried herself with a towel and took a deep breath before walking back into the jungle of drunks. Just open the door and walk back out as if you just took a piss, she told herself, you weren’t making any violent noises. She turned the doorknob and took two steps, right into him.
“Are you okay?” she asked. He nodded.
“I came looking for you,” he replied.
“I’m fine,” she retorted.
“Good, that is all that matters then.” Then, without thinking, she snaked her arm around his and slid her hand down to his fingers and laced them in. Not stopping to think he accepted and led her back into the crowd pushing through as he went over towards another group of people. Smiles and greetings went around (for probably the third time with those same people that evening) and conversation continued. She felt a light sensation on her thumb and she peered down to see what it was. He was stroking it with his thumb, reassuring and calm. She felt even better and pushed herself closer to him. Closer. Just closer.