7….. Hold it

Lets go straight to number one

6…..Lips

5…..Fingers

4……Play

3……To Number One

God dammit. This is getting out of control. I want to go to number one. She pulled me on my shoulder to have me face her again. She is serious. Under that glassy gloss, theres a lust fueled fire burning in her eyes.. I thought she would pull away because she said it herself I was straight and I liked her brother. But our lips kept getting closer and she licked hers so slowly, it was torture. I couldnt breathe, but I didnt want to be the one to pull away.

But just as she grazes my lips with hers and I feel her breath on me she turns me around again. I guess she knew better than me that it was getting steamy. Ok I was wrong, her hands are traveling now. “God, dont stop.” I think I whisper. I think she heard me. Her hands are traveling upward s towards my breast and she cups them briefly, but long enough to me throw every single care I have put of the window to have her. Her breath is getting shorter as we continue to grind to this song. God how long has it been anyway? Then I hear her moan. Or is that me? In any case the song sounds like its changing again. Only we havent stopped our dance that weve created from drunken lust for one another.

“Hey Bette?” I say just above a whisper. That sentence was the challenge of a lifetime.

“Yes, Tina?” The only reason I hear her is because her mouth is just by my ear.

“We should stop.”

“We should stop.” she sighed. I sighed. “But I want this. I want you.”

“God, Im so wet right now.” Did I just say that? I heard me say it. But I dont think I said it.

“Me too.” Yep. I said it. “You wanna get out of here?”

Before I get a chance to answer Shane comes out of nowhere and taps Bette on the shoulder. “Hey Bette, Tina, the girls are over there doin body shots, yall in?” I should be grateful for the interruption, right? Then why do I feel annoyed at this woman for breaking us up.