13 - Dean
I’m trying not to stare at the way her jeans are hugging every curve, or the way the lace on her chest is giving me just a hint of cleavage. I knew she was good-looking before, but seeing her dressed like this is making my cock throb.
All the stress of my parent’s house dissipated the moment she walked out of her house. I’m a bit embarrassed to be driving her around in the Bentley, but what can I do. It’s where I come from, and I can’t hide it forever.
Sam looks at me curiously and shakes her head.
“You’re a mystery,” she says with a smile. “I thought you were just a struggling artist before, and now I find out you’re actually an investment banker. How did the clown thing come up?”
“It sounds cliche, but I just wanted to give back. I don’t know if you’ve ever worked in the financial sector, but it’s completely ruthless. I felt myself getting out of touch. I met Pat, the guy who owns the clown business, and I fell in love with it.”
I glance at her to try to gauge her reaction. It feels good to tell her these things. She smiles at me and I know that she gets it. Most people that are around me - my parents, friends, colleagues - they all dismiss the clown job as a phase. It doesn’t feel like a phase though, it feels like the most important thing I’ve ever done. Sam nods her head and I feel like she understands that right away.
I take a sip of champagne and then turn my head towards her. “How about you? What do you do?”
Sam smiles and a thrill goes through my chest. “I actually work with kids as well, in non-profit. In Virginia I ran an after-school program for underprivileged kids, but now I’m not sure what to do. I’m just taking some time off and trying to come to terms with the fact that I’m divorced.” She shakes her head and stares off towards the band. “It still sounds so weird to say it.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I know I was saying we’re celebrating but I can’t imagine how hard it is for you.”
Sam’s eyes flick back to mine and she smiles sadly. “It’s fine. It’s for the best.”
“I went through something similar,” I find myself saying. “I thought I was getting married, I thought she was ‘the one’, whatever that means.”
Sam laughs. “I love that. ‘The one’. Such bullshit.”
“Completely,” I say. Our eyes meet again and she smiles before taking a sip of champagne. I watch the way her lips curl on the glass , and the way she holds the stem delicately in her fingers. I take a sip of my own drink and then nod towards the band.
“You want to dance?”
“Sure,” she says with a shy smile. My chest immediately tightens and I stand up, holding my hand towards her. She slips her fingers into mine and it feels like an electric current running through me. If I had ice in my veins at my parent’s house, it’s completely gone. Now it feels like my whole body is on fire.
We walk out to the small square dance floor in front of the band, and I slide her fingers onto my shoulder. She places her other hand on my shoulder and stands a bit away from me.
“Is this ok? I’m not hurting you?” she asks, glancing at my arm.
I shake my head. “It’s perfect. I wish this thing wasn’t in the way,” I laugh. I slide my hand down to her waist and she inches closer. Her head comes a bit closer to mine and we sway slowly to the music. I inhale and close my eyes, trying to ignore the thumping of my heart. I run my fingers a little bit further behind her waist until my fingertips are brushing the hem of her jeans. I can feel the silky fabric of her shirt and the lace trim and all I want to do is slide my hand under her shirt to feel her skin.
She inches a bit closer and rests her head on my good shoulder. Her arms are draped around my neck and I wrap my good arm further around her. We move together slowly, swaying back and forth and inching closer to each other.
It feels like heaven. My whole body is vibrating and I can feel the heat of her skin so close to mine. Her hair smells so fresh. She’s trailing her fingers over and back on the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My cock is throbbing between my legs and I close my eyes to try to control myself. All I want to do is pull her closer and crush my lips against hers. I just want to take her home and rip all these clothes off her and tangle my fingers into her hair before kissing her harder than I’ve kissed anyone before. I want to taste her and touch her and feel every curve of her body under my fingers.
She moves her hands from the nape of my neck across my shoulders and lifts her head. She looks at me with those dark green eyes of hers and a shiver runs through my body. Her lips start to curl up into a shy smile and she tilts her head to the side.
“Thank you for taking me out tonight,” she says softly. “It’s been a really nice day.” She glances at my arm and then shakes her head. “I mean, probably not that nice for you. But considering those papers I signed and how awful I felt yesterday. I don’t know. I’m rambling. It’s just nice.” Her eyes lift back up to mine and I smile.
“My day has been perfect,” I respond. “I wish I broke my arm all the time if it meant I got to spend this much time with a beautiful woman like you.”
Her smile widens and she brings her forehead back to my shoulder. I pull her in a bit closer and she wraps her arms around my neck again. We sway to the music, and I shut my eyes and enjoy her closeness.