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Oh man.. She's hot... the way she danced, and she was looking at me with those half-closed eyes. Initially, I thought she was with the guy. But realised that she was actually moving away from him, closer and closer to me. I was tipsy and in the mood for some fun. I gave her a smile and started dancing with her. The guy trying to get close to her left shortly after ... Then, my mind was blank... and i just moved with the girl... Half the time, still turning back to give attention to my friends. A guy(not sure was it the previous one) came along and danced real close to her. I turned away from my friends, facing her... The back of my hand suddenly felt icy cold... It was her hand... on mine... "That's it..." I told myself. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her towards me. The guy knew that he had to leave... This ended the war between me and all other guys. You know, the type of war male animals engage in which determines who gets to mate with the female... Throwing us into a world of our own...World of our own
Our arms wrapped around each other. She has a small, slim waist. I moved my hand about.. forming circles around that slim waist of hers... And she totally melted into my arms. I could feel strands of her hair in my face. Her shampoo smelled familiar. I cannot resist planting a kiss on her forehead... Being a hot blooded 19-year old, the gyration of her hips against my groin was driving me to heaven. "Heaven is a place on Earth..." We were so close to each other... I felt the lust... But i can't bring myself to do anything lewd that might scare her away, make her leave my arms... Besides, I am a gentleman.. But i have to return the "favour".. at least make her feel loved... I ran my right hand, from her waist, up her arms... Her skin is soft. I found my way to her shoulders. (she wore a white spaghetti) There, i wiggled my fingers... tickling her shoulders to her neck. The curves around her shoulders and neck are really sexy... She rested her head on my face... I kissed her again... We were locked in this embrace until someone tapped our shoulders. A lady apologised and began whispering into her ears. Guess she is her friend. The lady left shortly after.. But she didnt leave with her... Once again, i pulled her into my arms. The brief seperation drew us closer... I felt her fingers grasping my waist. I tightened my grip on her.. hugging her so tightly... that was as if i let go... everything will just fall apart. Our faces were just inches apart... I gave her kisses as delicate as her face. There came a point when our noses touched... I brushed her hair to the back of her ear... and our foreheads simply rested on each other's. At that position, I was deciding whether to kiss her lips "Will she allow me to?" "Should I do it the passionate way?" "or should I do it aggressively to show her my lust for her?" My thoughts were interrupted by a vibration... The vibration didnt come from my pants... nor was it from her hips. It was a message received on her handphone. She squirmed in my arms, turned, and leaned against me... This gave her space to reply her message. My hands were on her stomach... I reconfirmed she has a slim waist. I could embrace that waist forever... Her stomach is flat. The feminine kind of flat... For men, a flast stomach means its firm with muscles.. but hers, its soft... I ran my fingers along her stomach... I think i also gave it a little pinch... My head rested on her hair. I was lost in that scented silk. Her ear was so close to me... I caught it with my teeth in the gentle fashion... nibbling... and blew air into it... That make her squirmed again in my embrace... My lips moved to her neck as my hand stroked her arms... I grabbed her hand, letting her know that she can stop messaging... Slowly, i spun her around... She was again facing me... But this time... my left hand was holding hers while the right hand hugged her waist... No, my left hand wasn't just holding... our fingers were entwined... the fingers-grasping kind of holding... Just when I though I would never let go of her hand... she leaned up to my ears, grabbing my neck, and whispered.. "Sorry, i gotto meet my friends... they are waiting for me..." That woke me up from whatever dream i was in... I managed to say a word: "Alright..." Turned away and was with my friends again... After she leave, her words still lingered in my mind... I can feel those words... its silky soft.. her voice is something angelic... Those words are the only things she left behind... Back with my friends.. i realised the dance floor looked so much bigger... and the music was loud... And i am just one of the many in that loud, noisy dance floor. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+<the end > BACK
