"How are you saying check? We haven’t even met yet," I said.

"You are hot, she is hot," Alice said, "check."

Milk was jam packed with people. Luckily Alice was dating the owner of the place Helena and we had the VIP room. I always said those two were checkmate, they were really good together, but Alice was always hesitant to admit it. There were a few other people there, mostly in couples except one woman.

She was a mocha-skinned goddess with curly brown hair. She was standing tall in the center of the room, or at least it became the center to me. Alice grinned at me and said, "Tina, this is Bette Porter. Bette, this is Tina Kennard."

"Nice to meet you, Tina," Bette said shaking my hand firmly. I felt a jolt of electricity from her hand and a shudder at the sound of deep sexy voice saying my name.

"Um, nice to meet you too," I managed to say.

Alice chuckled and turned to walk away saying, "check."

We sat down to talk. And what a talk it was! We had political arguments, movie criticism talks, things in common talks. I could talk to this woman for ages. I almost didn’t want to stop when she said, "let’s dance?"

I said almost.

I followed her out to the dance floor looking at the sway of her hips as she walked. Man what a swag! When she turned around I instantly pressed my front against hers and started grinding.

She looked shocked but immediately responded. Her hands were on my hips pushing my groin to hers as we dance and my hands were around her neck keeping her lips tauntingly close to mine.

It was some unforseen push of nature that brought our lips together. Or it could have just been the fact that I pushed myself off the floor and pressed my lips against hers.

She must think I’m a whore…wait, she’s responding! Ooo glorious! Her tongue snaked into my mouth almost instantly and we became molded together.

I think we were making out for like an hour because when we broke apart, we were both sweating bullets and a whole new set of people were on the dance floor.