"So did you tell him yet?" Brian asked Mary Beth as the three of us sat in a small booth towards the back of the loud club.
Mary Beth had told Brian about Paris and everything during a break in the concert. "I started to on the way here, but I couldn't get it all out," she replied.
"MB, you GOTTA tell him," I said, sipping my tequila sunrise. Mary Beth sighed.
"You know she's right, girl," Brian said.
"Jesus, guys! I'm going to! It's just I can't tell him in a crowded ass club, of all places, you know?" she said.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Brian said to Mary Beth. He glanced at me and smiled, noticing a drip of orange juice on my lower lip. "Shell you got some umm here," Brian reached across the table, and wiped my lip off with his thumb.
I giggled, embarrassed at myself. "Sorry I guess I've had too many of these already, huh?"
Mary Beth shoved against me, scooting me farther towards the wall, and laughing. "Please, we're just getting started, and you know it, woman!" she laughed.
Brian leaned back in the booth and grinned, "Yeah, Justin and Chris went to get more drinks, and there's no way in HELL we're gonna leave here conscious!"
"Well, somebody's a little happier than they've been in a while" I stared at Brian, smiling.
"Well, the show rocked, I'm completely and utterly single now, and I'm with my friends, so there's reason for me to party!" Brian said jokingly.
My smile grew, knowing that Brian was feeling that much better.
"Well, while you guys are celebrating his new-found happiness, I will be looking for my little wall-flower of a boyfriend." Mary Beth got up from the booth, and grabbed her mudslide. "I wanna go dance" she said, glancing around for JC.
"Well, have fun," I said to her.
"Oh believe me we will," she grinned and disappeared.
"She's awesome," Brian laughed.
"Yup that's my MB for ya," I smiled, downing another drink.
The bass increased, making the table vibrate with its pulses. "Oh shit! I love this song!" Brian yelled over the music, and stood up, grabbing my and. "C'mon Shell, you gotta come dance with me. I'll look like a fool out there all by myself," he said, giving me a puppy-dog face.
I slid out of the booth, and pushed him towards the dance floor. I spotted Joey getting down with a brunette, in the center of the mob of people. Brian, holding my hand, raised our arms over the many heads, and pulled me as far into the crowd as possible. Once he stopped, the tons of bodies pushed us tightly together, and we began to dance.
I felt a body squish against me and turned my head, seeing Lance.
"'Sup guys?" he yelled over the music.
"Hey! Where's Eric?" I yelled back. He shifted, revealing a sweaty, dancing Eric beside him. I flashed a smile at Eric, and he waved back at me and Brian.
"Hey, can I cut in, man? I gotta dance with the choreographer!" Lance laughed, looking at Brian.
"Oh, sure." Brian dropped his arms from around me, and twisted me around to face Lance and Eric.
I cracked up as the two guys sandwiched me between them, dancing away. Lance, who was in front of me, began to sing along with the computerized voice in the song, making his low voice even deeper than normal.
Laughing, I lost my balance, and began to tip backwards against Eric. He pushed me back up, and I just kept laughing.
I heard Eric talking to Lance over me, "Wow she's had too much to drink," he called.
"She'll be fine, I think. Hey, Bri! How much did she drink?" Lance yelled to Brian, but he was already miles away into the crowd, being pushed farther and farther by everyone.
The three of us kept dancing, laughing and having a blast. At one point, just Eric and I were dancing. I heard Justin's voice.
"Hey man! How 'bout you let me dance with my woman, and you can dance with yours?" he laughed, motioning to Lance, who laughed back and smacked Justin's shoulder.
Eric nodded, and danced away into the crowd with Lance. Justin slid his arms around my body, both of our body heat creating sweat between us. I smiled at his familiar embrace, and gazed at him, glassy eyed. His eyes stared back at me, identical to mine.
"JC and Mary Beth left," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I dunno, exactly. They were talking for a while, and then they were all over each other. They told me and Chris that they were going back to the hotel," Justin said.
"Uh-oh looks like JC's gonna get lucky tonight," I grinned.
"Well, he ain't as lucky as me," Justin said sexily and brought my lips up to meet his.
We squeezed each other tighter, and his tongue invaded my mouth, searching and massaging all over.
Justin ran his hand up my thigh slowly, and I grabbed his tight ass, responding. Our bodies began to grind together faster. We kissed faster, and Justin's hand moved farther up my thigh, until he started to tease my crotch with his fingertips. I pulled away from our kiss, out of breath. Justin's chest heaved against mine, as he breathed heavily.
"I think JC and Mary Beth's plan sounds good, don't you?" he said immediately. I agreed by pulling him off the dance floor, and exiting the club.
Drunk and not able to control ourselves, we stumbled towards our limo, kissing and groping each other. Justin leaned me against the limo, and he struggled to open the door with one hand, and tried to hold me up with the other, while kissing me. We finally fell into the limo.
"Take us to the hotel," Justin called to the driver.
There was no response and not caring, I said, "He's probably on a break."
Justin looked at me seductively, and pounced onto me. We ripped at each other's clothes, throwing them to the floor. Justin's body grinded into me as he laid me down on the plush limo seat, searching my neck and ears with his velvety tongue. He moved down, kissing my chest and stomach, and slowly reaching my inner thighs with his tongue.
"I can't believe we're doing it in a limo," I laughed.
"Mmmm-hmmm," was all Justin could reply, as he began to beat-box his way into my center.
