~Untitled I

Part one of the trilogy.

“I haven’t got anyone to dance with.”

“I’ll dance with you.” 

He whispers in my ear, “let me just go and put my drink down.” I nod and wait - who knows, he may not come back.

But he does... and we dance in full view of J, R and N to name a few.

We groove opposite each other.

Any chance of a twirl? I begin to wonder.

But he reads my mind.

He twirls me one way and I think I’m going back but he twirls as well and we end up close... very close. I look at him. He looks at me. Then it happens...

I tilt my head one way, as does he, but the opposite way so to link us. He opens his mouth and I open mine. He caresses my tongue with his own and we play ‘tongue twister’ for several seconds. I feel passionate heat rising as quickly as condensations spreads on the windows.

Almost automatically, we pull away in unison.

I smile at him, and he smiles at me.

He tells me he’s going to get a drink. I let him and feel dazed and happily confused as he walks away.

I feel a tap on my shoulder; it’s N congratulating me, and smiles all round.

Why?

1. First pull of the night?

2. My guy has a reputation with the ladies?

3. It’s a rugby thing?!

Author's Note

Meant to be a bit disjointed so that the reader can fully understand what was going through my head.

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

Cute chapter but I must hurry to devour more...

[R J Askew]

It's good, vital and strongly descriptive...the eternal dance we all groove to at some time or another. Life, literally, dancing with itself in its endless greed to be.