Emberleigh
I FOLLOW MY FRIEND JESSIKA OVER to a set of tables in the back of the club. I’ve been here a couple of times with her, but it’s been a year since my last visit. I know what to expect, but it still amazes me at the unashamed way people are practically having sex out in the open. It brings a blush to my cheeks and wetness to my panties. I never really knew how much of a turn-on it could be to watch other people making out and touching each other.
We pass by a couple sitting at a table. The guy has the girl leaning back over his arm with his face buried between her boobs. Her face is tipped back, mouth open, and she’s obviously enjoying herself.
When we reach the table Jessika was aiming for, there are two guys sitting there. One I know is Marcus, the guy she’s been seeing the last couple of months. The other guy I’ve never seen before, but I know he’s here for me.
Jessika called me last night just as I was getting into bed and begged me to come out with her. We’ve been friends since ninth grade and were always together. That changed eight years ago when my most shameful secret happened. A secret that not many people know about. A secret I both love and feel great amounts of guilt over.
It’s that secret that has me going home to my parents’ house most days of the week, and has prevented me from having a normal social life like most women my age have. Jessika understands and has been very supportive, but she also pushes me to get out more to meet new people. Or rather, in her own words, get my pussy wet.
It’s been months since I’ve done anything social, and with my parents away for the next week, I agreed. It wasn’t until we were walking up to Blackie’s that she told me Marcus’s friend Dean was going to be here too. I knew immediately what she’d done, but I held my tongue. The last time I had sex was a little over two years ago with a guy who was in my class. Maybe it is time I “get my pussy wet.”
Jessika walks straight to Marcus, drops to his lap, and plants a loud smack on his lips.
“Hey, lover,” she greets when she pulls back.
Marcus smiles and squeezes Jessika closer. “’Bout time you got here.”
She turns on his lap and offers both Dean and me a cheery smile.
“Emberleigh, this is Dean. Dean, Emberleigh is the friend I was telling you about.”
I shoot her a glare before turning to him. Dean gets up from his chair and offers me a hand. He’s cute. Short dark-blond hair, light blue eyes, olive complexion, several inches taller than me, a body he clearly works at keeping in shape, and a kind smile.
“Hi,” I greet, and place my hand in his.
“It’s nice to meet you.” He gestures with his hand to the seat beside his. “Can I get you a drink?”
I rarely drink, only a glass or two of wine when I’m at home, so I accept his offer. “A cranberry and vodka, please.”
He stops a waitress who’s passing by and orders my drink and a refill for his. A look across the table shows Jessika and Marcus swapping spit, so we don’t ask if they want anything.
After the waitress leaves, he turns back to me.
“Jessika’s spoken about you, but she didn’t tell me how gorgeous you were.”
Coming from any other guy I would think that was just a cheesy come-on to get me in bed, but the look in his eyes tells me he means it. His eyes show genuine appreciation, not animal lust.
“Thank you,” I say, blushing slightly. “I’m sorry.” I shake my head slightly. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Jessika didn’t tell me about you until we got here.”
He clutches his chest, feigning pain. “Ouch.”
I laugh and wrinkle my nose. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. She just knows I probably wouldn’t have come out if I had known this was some sort of setup. I’m not really in a place for much of a personal life at the moment.”
He nods. “Understandable. Truth is, I almost refused when Marcus asked me. He was very adamant though because he didn’t want to let Jessika down.”
When the waitress drops off our drinks, Jessika and Marcus break apart long enough to place their order, before lip locking again. Marcus’s hand creeps up Jessika’s thigh, and I see a small glimpse of her black panties.
I jerk my head away and look back at Dean. Points for him because he’s not looking at my friend and what she’s currently revealing.
“Ever been here before?” he asks, setting his drink on the table.
“A few times, but it’s been a while.”
He looks around the room, then back at me. “I’ve been a member for three years, and I’m still surprised by some of the things I see.”
I knew Marcus was a member. It’s how Jessika met him. I also know it’s hard to get a membership. Jessika got one because she’s friends and works with the girl who’s dating the owner. Tera is her name, I believe.
“It’s definitely different than any other place I’ve been.” Of course, I really haven’t been to many clubs or bars, so I don’t have much to compare it to.
We sit and chat for a while. Dean tells me he works at the same law firm as Marcus. He graduated five years ago, which puts him at around thirty-one years old. He and Marcus are both vying for a partnership position, attesting to just how strong their friendship is, because I know how competitive lawyers can be.
I tell him about my job dispatching while also going to school to earn my nursing degree, explaining my dream to work in obstetrics. We talk about both of our families. Dean seems very interested in what I have to say, and I have to admit, it’s nice. He seems like a very sweet and sincere guy.
I try really hard to keep my eyes on him and not the gyrating bodies around us. Although I think I do a pretty good job at managing it, I still feel the sexual energy in the room. I continuously cross and uncross my legs to try to help relieve the ache that’s building between them. The slight moans, the heat, and even the heavy petting going on from my friends make it worse. Having Dean across the table, looking hotter the longer we sit here, isn’t helping matters either. Add in that I haven’t gotten laid in two years, and I’m a bundle of sexual nerves waiting to burst.
From the sweat breaking out on Dean’s forehead, I don’t think he’s doing much better.
Suddenly, I lean across the table toward him. “Do you want to dance?”
He looks toward the dance floor, then nods and stands. “I’d love to.”
A quick glance at his slacks shows my assessment was correct. There’s a noticeable bulge. A bulge that makes my neediness grow even more.
Damn… I really do need to get laid.
With a wave to Jessika and Marcus, which they don’t see because they’re still going at each other, Dean leads me across the dance floor. We stop at the edge, and he turns me around to face him.
As he pulls me toward him with his hands on my waist, the look in his eyes has my body heat rising. My arms curl around his neck and my hands delve into his hair. Our bodies are flush together, and I feel his hardness against my lower stomach. It sends shivers over my body. He notices my reaction, because his eyes turn darker.
“Fuck,” he mutters. I’m glad I’m not the only one affected.
With a sexy grin, I turn my body around and lean back against him, making sure my ass fits snugly against his erection. I have no clue where this new boldness is coming from, but at the moment, I’m enjoying myself.
His hands band around my waist and his fingers dig into my flesh. I rest my head back against his shoulder and lift my arms around his neck. I feel sexy and desired as we sway to the music, something I haven’t felt in a long time.
Hot breath meets the side of my neck, and goose bumps appear on my skin. I lift my head and open my eyes, ready to turn back and face him, when my gaze clashes with a set of dark ones. It only takes me a minute to realize they belong to the man I saw on the street earlier today. The one who stared at me with dark hunger. I was shocked at the way he looked at me then, just as shocked as I am right now. He’s a complete stranger, but there’s something about him that has my body reacting to his blatant want of me.
He’s sitting in a chair right at the edge of the dance floor. His nearly black hair is a little longer on the top than it is on the sides. His eyes have me pinned exactly where he wants me. He’s gripping a beer bottle on the table, and his legs are spread wide. He looks relaxed, but I see the rigid line of his lips and the downward slash of his dark brows. He’s tense, but he’s also turned on.
I release Dean’s hair and trail my nails over his neck as I bring my arms down. Mystery man keeps his eyes on me as I skim my fingers down my sides to the tops of my thighs. This is supposed to be a tease for him, but he’s not the only one being tortured. My inner thighs become damp from the sensual show I’m giving.
Lips trail up my neck, and I tip my head to the side, not only because it feels good, but also to see Mystery man’s reaction. Satisfaction flares within me when it’s obvious he likes what he sees. My eyes follow his hand when he reaches down to adjust himself. They widen when he moves it away, and I see a large bulge. He tips the bottle to his lips, takes a swallow, sets it down, and with a sexy smirk, gets more comfortable in his seat.
To tease us both a bit more, I slowly bring my hands up my thighs, making sure to take the slinky material of my dress with them. I stop when it gets to the tops of my thighs, just before it reveals my panties. His eyes narrow as they jump from my thighs to my eyes. I dart out my tongue and lick my lips as my fingers move closer to the center of my legs. My flesh feels feverish, and touching myself has never felt so good.
Dean is still at my back, grinding his hips against my ass with his hands flat against my stomach, but it’s not him I’m dancing for now. It’s for someone I don’t know, but who somehow lights my body on fire with just a simple look.
Mystery man palms his cock through his pants, and if I wasn’t so turned on or in this particular place, I’d be shocked with him doing it out in the open like he is. Instead, it only ramps up my desire. I start to pant, and little moans slip past my lips.
I watch as one of the man’s hands grips the arm of the chair, while his other hand pushes down harder on his cock. I want to go to him, drop to my knees, and unveil what he has hidden. It may be Dean’s lips on my neck and his hands around my waist, but it’s the stranger in front of me who almost has me coming apart at the seams.
I bite my lip, wondering how far I’m willing to go. Can I really do what I’m thinking about doing? My eyes dart around, seeing how lax everyone is with their own inhibitions, and come to the conclusion that my fantasies are much tamer than some of these people’s.
Taking a deep breath and fixing my gaze back on my mystery man, I trail my fingers under my dress. The skirt part is loose, so it falls over my wrist, still covering me. I feel moisture before my fingers even make it to my panties. When they do touch the silk, my breath hitches. I rub my finger over my pussy, and I almost come out of my skin because it feels… so… damn… good.
Dean keeps our hips moving to the music, unknowingly playing a part in a sensual show for another man. As wrong as it is, I wish he were replaced by the man in front of me. Part of me wants his hands on me, but another part likes that he’s watching. That he likes to watch me. And he is watching me. Aside from one time when I first opened my eyes, not once have his eyes strayed to Dean. It makes me feel powerful to know he likes what he sees.
My fingers slip beneath the edge of my panties, and I have to lock my knees in place, or I’ll fall flat on my face. The pleasure triples when my fingers meet my wet folds. I flick them across my clit, and a whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it.
The man’s jaw hardens, and I see his biceps bunch, as if he heard me. Becoming even bolder, I slip the tip of a finger inside, feeling my inner muscles clench. My stomach tightens, and I know I’m close. I wonder if Mystery man is close. I hope he is. I want him to come with me.
My toes tingle and my legs shake as the beginning of my orgasm hits. I force my eyes to stay open, not wanting to lose the connection with the man. My stomach dips and a weightless feeling claims me. Bursts of energy travel up my legs and settle at my center. My mouth falls open, but I force back the scream that’s trying to break free. Orgasming in the middle of the dance floor and screaming it for all to hear are two separate things. My boldness stops at yelling to everyone what I’m doing.
I slip my fingers from beneath my panties and try to calm my breathing. That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, all caused by a complete stranger. Shame heats my face, but it’s not strong enough to break the connection I have with Mystery man.
He slows his movements over his cock, and I regret not being the one who was stroking him. One corner of his mouth kicks up, and it makes him look even sexier. As dangerous as it could potentially be, I want to know this man.
The song coming over the speakers slows to a stop, a new one immediately replacing it. I briefly remember that happening a couple of other times, showing just how long Dean and I have been out here.
Before I’m ready, Dean severs the connection by turning me around by my hips. A rush of coolness settles over my sweaty skin, as if it were the stranger who was heating my body. I want to growl at the loss.
Dean’s looking down at me, and the desirous look that turned me on before now has my stomach rolling. It’s not that the look turns me off, it’s that I fear he will no longer measure up to the man sitting behind me.
“I really don’t want to come off as a creeper here, but damn, woman, you are sexy as hell when you dance.”
I laugh, trying to bring myself back to the here and now with Dean. It’s wrong of me to be thinking of one man while in the company of another.
I don’t know if he realizes just how far I went while we were dancing, but I get the sense he doesn’t. For that, I’m grateful.
“Thanks.”
“I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink after that,” he says.
I nod, and he leads me off the dance floor toward the bar. I turn my head and look toward the chair mystery man was sitting in, but it’s empty. Looking around, I try to find him in the thick crowd. Again, no luck. Disappointment settles in, and suddenly I just want to go home.
Dean orders me a water and a drink for himself, and we take both back to the table where Jessika and Marcus still are. Apparently, they’ve sucked face long enough to come up for air. When Jessika sees Dean and me walking up, her brows rise in question. I hate that I’m getting ready to disappoint her.
“I’m going to head out,” I tell them.
“What?” she asks in surprise. “Why? We just got here an hour ago.”
I rub my forehead, feigning a headache. “I’m just tired and feel a headache coming on.” I look at Dean and offer him a half smile. “Sorry to ditch you so soon.”
He tries to hide it, but I can still see the disappointment. I kind of did lead him on back there on the dance floor, even if he doesn’t know the sexy dance wasn’t really for him. Guilt worms its way in, but I squash it down.
“No worries.” I have to give it to him, the smile he gives me looks genuine. “But I insist on walking you to your car.”
I shake my head. “You don’t need to do that.”
He leans closer. “I’d prefer to make sure you made it safely to your car.”
Well, when he puts it like that, how can I say no? He’s trying to be a gentleman.
“Okay. Thank you.”
I walk over to Jessika. She gets up, and I give her a hug. When I try to pull away, she holds me in place. “Is everything okay?” she asks against my ear.
She releases me when I pull back again. Her eyes assess me, looking for anything that’s off. I lean in and kiss her cheek to reassure her.
“Everything’s fine. I promise. I’m just tired.”
She looks at me for several more seconds, before nodding. “Okay. I hate that you’re leaving early though. I finally get you out and you leave before you can really enjoy yourself.”
“I know. But we’ll do this again soon.”
Her eyes roll. She knows that “soon” is probably six months from now.
I laugh, then say goodbye to Marcus, before turning to Dean. He puts a hand on my lower back as we walk across the busy club. I can’t help but look around again for my mystery man, but never see him.
The night air is cold when we step outside. It’s refreshing after being in the stuffy air of the club. I pull in a deep lungful of air, then release it.
“I didn’t make you uncomfortable back there, did I?” Dean asks, filling the silence as we make our way to my car.
I look over at him. “No. It wasn’t you.” Obviously I can’t tell him the truth, so I stick with the same story as before. “It’s been a long day, and I’m just tired.”
He seems to accept my excuse, because he nods.
I stop us and dig my keys out of the small purse I’m carrying. “This is me.” I beep the locks and the lights flash. He pulls open the door, and I climb inside.
“I really am sorry,” I tell him. I drop my purse in the passenger side, then look at him. “And I’m sorry about earlier. I’m sure you probably thought….” I trail off, hoping he knows what I’m trying to say.
He bends slightly, and I see his face better in the interior light.
“Don’t worry about it, Emberleigh. And I never expect that from a woman.”
I smile, grateful he understands.
He clears his throat, suddenly looking nervous. “Would you like to have dinner sometime?”
I fidget with the hem of my dress while I think over his invite. On one hand, he seems like a really nice guy. He’s hot, has a good job, and is obviously a gentleman. But on the other, I don’t really have time to have a man in my life. Between my job, going to college part-time, and going back and forth between my place and my parents’, I never have time to relax and have fun.
I should tell him no. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea, but after performing on that dance floor for mystery man, I realized how much I miss being wanted. I miss the touch of a man. I miss the comfort being in a man’s arms can offer.
Making a decision I’m not entirely sure I’ll follow through on, I lift my eyes to Dean. “I would love to.”
His smile causes dimples to form in his cheeks, adding to his good looks.
“Great,” he says. He pulls his phone from him pocket. “What’s your number so I can call you sometime.” I recite my number, and seconds later, my phone dings. “That’s me. In case you want to call.”
He taps the top of my car and backs up a step. “Be safe driving home. I’ll call you in a few days.”
I nod and give him a small wave. Closing my door, I start the engine as he makes his way back to the club. I check both ways to make sure no one is coming. My breath freezes in my lungs when I look at the vehicles across from mine. There, sitting in a big black truck parked underneath one of the parking lot lights, is mystery man. His window is down with his arm hanging out, his fingers holding a cigarette. He brings it to his lips, inhales, and blows out a puff of smoke.
His eyes are pinned on me as he takes one more drag and flicks the cigarette away. His lips tip up into a smirk and he eases his truck forward. My eyes stay on him as he slowly drives away. It’s not until he’s out of sight that I’m able to pull in a breath.