Page 65 of Semblance

“Yeah, they’re a bit dated on their music here,” Shadow said. I grabbed his hand and dragged him right into the center of the crowd.

“I have to warn you, I’m not much of a dancer,” he pointed out.

“Let me lead then and I’m sure your body will figure out how to do the rest,” I said seductively. With the knowledge that he felt the same way I did, it was game on.

I was going to drive this boy wild.

The first obstacle I faced was doing a sexy dance to the tune of Backstreet’s Back and its cheesy beat and even worse lyrics. But damned if I was going to let those obsolete boy boppers ruin this moment.

With my back turned to Shadow, I began moving sensually, my body flowing like a gentle wave. I noticed he was keeping his distance from me, clearly uncomfortable with the entire concept of dancing.

I tilted my head back and flashed him a ‘I want to fuck you’ smile and said to him, “Don’t be shy. You can touch me.”

I reached back, found his hands and positioned them around my waist. Feeling his rock hard body against mine was more than enough to make me wet.

“I’ve wanted to hold you for quite some time now,” he replied. “I never wanted to be too presumptuous though.”

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

I began stroking his crotch with my ass. I closed my eyes and let a soft moan escape my lips as we continued our erotic embrace throughout the song. His fingers splayed across my stomach, pulling me harder against him.

Feeling the hardness of his manhood against my body was driving me wild. I wanted to tear off his clothes and do him right then and there in the middle of the street—not giving a fuck if every Cambodian in the universe saw us getting it on.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his, my breasts against his chest. Shadow’s jaw clenched and his eyes filled with lust as his breaths grew heavy. I reached down with one hand and brushed his cock lightly.

“Aria…” he moaned.

I didn’t let him speak. Instead my mouth found his—finally, we kissed. And it was better than I had envisioned. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth—mine doing the same. He cupped my upper lip with his, just before his tongue found mine again. We embraced each other in the center of the city streets, the locals dancing all around us while we were serenaded with the crooning Backstreet Boys.

It wasn’t until the song ended and a new one began that we released ourselves from each other.

“Is that what I think it is?” Shadow asked as he tilted his head towards the direction of the speakers. The notes reverberated through the streets loud and clear. There was no mistaking what this song was.

“It’s the fucking Macarena!” I shouted with excitement.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Shadow said. “This song is as pleasant as a rusty nail wedged in my ear.”

“Yeah, this song sucked major balls at the height of its popularity, but listening to it years later—it’s brilliant.”

“No, it still sucks major balls.”

“I beg to differ. Just look at the crowd,” I said.

Everyone on the street had formed into a perfect grid, all performing the ridiculous choreography of the goofy South American song. There was something beautiful about the fact that the locals here were oblivious to how terrible the Macarena truly was. They didn’t hear the repetitive beat—reminding me of a rattling air duct—or the man’s annoying monolithic droning. Instead, they heard music, beautiful fun music that hadn’t been spoiled by American cynicism.

It was a magical thing.

“Let’s dance,” I said, falling in line with the rest of the locals as I placed my hands behind my head and shook my hips.

“You’re kidding, right?” Shadow asked. “This is the most ridiculous song ever.”

“Look at the irony of it. We can enjoy one of the shittiest songs in one of the most beautiful countries in the world.”

“HAWAAHHH!” everyone turned in unison as we rotated counter clockwise and began the motions of the song again.

“You look absolutely ridiculous,” Shadow smiled.

I gestured towards everyone else who had a wide smile on their faces as they moved to the rhythm of the beat. “I see only one odd man out. If we took a video from high above, I’m pretty surewewon’t be the ones looking out of place.”

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