My friends are all dancing, hands in the air, shaking their groove thing, and I play it safe, dancing awkwardly at the side, because it's impossible for me to focus on the beat. I'm just picturing Grant kissing me in that bathroom with the poor lighting.
We were mouth to mouth, nose to nose, his eyes on mine. Oh my God. I'm so wet. So turned on.
Grant was incredible.
"Who were you with?" Denver, my friend and ex-roommate, asks. "I saw you go off with that guy. What's his deal?"
I bite my lip. "He's just a guy. His name's Grant. I don't know."
"Well, you should dance with him. Look, he's right there. He's staring at you," Denver says.
I spin around and she's right. Grant is right there as if waiting for me. He sees me looking and walks right over.
"Hey," he says. His hands wrap around my waist and I reciprocate by wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls me close.
I want him to kiss me. I want him to do all sorts of things to me, but we're right next to my friends. And when I look over, I see Tori with her wide eyes and Denver gasping, hand over her mouth.
"I take it they don't see you out much with guys?" Grant asks.
"Never," I say. “I'm more of a stay home and chill kind of girl.”
"Me too," he says. "Well, not the chill part. I swear, I'm always working."
I look at him wistfully. "Working?" I ask. "Lucky."
"What do you mean?" he asks. "You don’t have a job?”
“I do. I’m a barista, but I’m looking for work. I just graduated college.”
“Ahh,” he says with a smile, “the elusive job hunt.”
“Why are you here if you’re usually not out dancing at bars?” I ask him, and he looks over and points to a guy who's now dancing with Tori.
"That's my buddy, Bobby. He dragged me out tonight. He says I need to have some fun."
"Do you not like having fun?" I ask.
"I just am a workaholic."
"That seems like a red flag," I say, and he chuckles.
"No, it's just, I own a startup and we're just getting our legs under us."
"I see—not a workaholic then, more like devoted to your baby."
He smiles. "I like that. It doesn't sound as intense."
"Are you intense?" I ask.
"Asks the girl who locked me in the bathroom to make out."
I laugh. My head falls back and I feel free, alive. I just had one shot of alcohol, but I feel a buzzing in my body.
A hum, a need, a want.
It's my birthday. My friends are happy. They've all found dance partners and so have I.
I never wanted to come out tonight, anyways. What I do want, however, is an orgasm.
That sounds like the ultimate birthday gift. And this man? God, my pussy drips.
I think he's the one who could give it to me.
He leans in. "Happy birthday, Ginny." His breath is hot, warm, and it runs over my body in the most erotic way.
I lean in too, my lips brushing against his ear. "Do you want to get out of here?"
5
GRANT
Her hot breath is against my ear, asking, "Do you want to get out of here?"
I pull back, looking her in the eyes. "Fuck yeah, I do."
She smiles a kind of smile that tells me this is all new to her. This game she's playing is something she doesn't really know the rules of.
Thankfully, I have no problem teaching her. I run my hand down her back, holding both her hips with my hands. "Meet me out front in five?"
She smiles. "Yeah, I've got to go tell my friends I'm splitting."
"Don't make me wait for you," I tell her.
She simply licks her lips and turns away, her ass swaying ever so slightly, her shoulders straight back like she has somewhere to be, somewhere to go.
I swallow, willing the hard-on to fade as I look around the bar for my friend, Bobby. He's talking to the girl in leopard print. I walk over to him and the moment I do, the girl slips away, giving him a little wave.
"Who's she?" I ask.
"Her name's Tori," he says. "She knows how to have a good time."
I grin. "Lucky you."
"Don't I know it?" He grins back.
“So, I'm going to head out.”
"Already? Dude, it's Friday night and it's not even 10:00 PM."
"I know. But I had a long day at the office. And after dinner and drinks, I'm just..."
Bobby runs a hand over his jaw. "You're full of shit, aren't you? Who are you leaving with?"
I shrug. "That's really none of your business."
He laughs, clapping me on the back. "Well, I love this. I told you, you were going to come out tonight and get laid."
"We don't have to be crude about it," I say.
"Crude?" Bobby chuckles. "Dude, I've known you since college. You're so straitlaced and uptight. Just go have some fun. You deserve it, man."