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I want to say thank you to all of you that reviewed Chapter 1 and shared the love with me. For those of you (SeriousCrush, Gngr, and EricJacobLover) that loved NIN's Closer, here's a little more for you.
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I spent the entire weekend thinking of him. And then again all week long, while I was supposed to be discussing American Literature and History in school, and then on my way home from school, and while I was at work at the pool. I hoped no one needed a lifeguard today, because my mind wasn't focused at all. Thinking of him actually made it easier to block out the thoughts of others, which was a welcome break from the normal onslaught of everyone's images and words filling my head. I was relieved school would be ending soon.
I thought about him the most at night, when I was alone in my bed, well almost alone. I don't think Tina counts as someone sleeping with me! I kept my windows open to let the cool summer night air flow through my room, and a few times I imagined that I heard noises outside my window. A woosh of air and the sound of something walking on the grass outside, both of which could have been made by the mean ol' tom cat that gave Tina a run for her money. I never thought much about it, and fell into a restless sleep easy enough.
The dreams I had were so vivid and so erotic that I had woken up in the middle of the night several times on the verge of release. Disappointed that it had only been a dream, I would finally manage to go back to sleep after a quick orgasm at my own hands. I knew other girls my age were having sex, and I had heard that it was scary and sometimes painful, but overwhelmingly amazing. I longed to have experiences of my own, but it was impossible. I knew waaaaay too much about the boys in Bon Temps, and it would only take me a few minutes to be turned off by everyone else. Except him.
Friday couldn't come fast enough, and before Hadley and I planned on meeting, I went into town and found a dress to wear, spending a good chunk of my lifeguard paycheck. It didn't matter though, and when I slipped out the back door I wore it under my loose sundress from work. Tonight, Hadley and I had told her mom and Gran that we were staying at the others' house. Hopefully they wouldn't call each other.
Hadley was waiting at the same spot down the driveway, far enough that Gran couldn't see us. She held out a bag of clothes for me to wear again, and I shook my head. I pulled the sundress off and watched a smile spread across her face. It was a baby-doll dress, with a scoop neck and empire waist. The top of the dress was shiny crimson satin, held in place by spaghetti straps, and the skirt was black, and flowed in layers to the top of my thighs.
"Did you meet someone last weekend?" Hadley asked staring at the sexy dress suspiciously.
I blushed and pressed my lips together. "You did!" She accused. "Well…..?"
I shrugged, "Tall, blonde, older….if he even exists."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know! One minute we were kissing, and then I went to the bathroom and when I came back he was gone." I didn't elaborate details as to why I went to the bathroom. There was no need for Hadley to think about a mystery cut on my tongue.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you were kissing someone? Damn Sookie! I'm so proud of you!" She was beaming at me.
I beamed right back and clapped my hands, "Can we go now?" Hadley laughed and threw the car into first and took off.
The same guy was watching the front door. As we approached, he whistled at my dress. "Welcome back Cousin. Hadley, you stay out of trouble…." He teased, and let us enter again without paying.
True to his word, Stephan was on the balcony waiting for her. Hadley turned and looked at me, shouting over the music, "Are you sure you're alright? Do you see him?"
I scanned the room and didn't spot him anywhere. I shook my head and motioned for her to go to Stephan, smiling to reassure her. I hoped it would just be a matter of time before the man of my dreams would appear.
I danced and enjoyed myself thoroughly, finding a small group of girls that invited me to join them. Hadley and Stephan really seemed to be enjoying themselves too.
The DJ mixed in a new song, a deep pulsing beat, like a heartbeat, filled the club. The same Nine Inch Nails song came on, and made me flush at the memory of my mystery kissing man.
I gasped in surprise as I felt strong, possessive hands on my hips, pulling me back away from my new friends, towards him. I craned my head to look at him. Even with heels on, he towered over me. His blonde hair had been pulled back, exposing the angular cut of his masculine cheekbones. I smiled when our eyes met, and melted into his grasp. He returned the smile but kept his lips together, the smooth pale skin stretched over his bumpy teeth.
"I was hoping you'd be here," I said as he moved our bodies in time to the music.
He leaned over and put his lips against my ear, never missing a beat of the music with his hips, and said, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." He inhaled deeply and said, "You smell like sunshine." His body shuddered and his grip tightened.
When the first chorus boomed through the small room, he held my hips with one hand and pushed my back away from his body with the other until it was parallel with the floor. My hair cascaded around my face, swaying with the beat of the music. My ass brushed against the massive bulge in his jeans, shocking me with a jolt of pleasure. I brought my body back up, and moved my face close to him and sang along, "I want to feel you from the inside." He growled, sending a rumbling vibration through my body.
The dance floor filled with a thick white haze from the fog machines strategically positioned in all four corners. The dance floor flooded with air too thick to see through, and he took the moment of privacy to squat behind me, and trail his fingers up my naked thighs, disappearing under my skirt.
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