Page 101 of Girls Will Be Girls
Never have I been so turned on by foreplay that isn’t actually foreplay. It’s like pre-foreplay. We’re not even touching, and every part of my body is on fire. I feel like my skin is tingling with anticipation for what happens when we go back to our lodges, and I’m trying really hard not to just pull him out of here right now.
I look over at Lou again as he gestures to Buck, who is heading to the bar, that he doesn’t want another. Then, as soon as he’s alone, his eyes are on me again.
I can’t take it any longer. I leave the dancefloor and my new whooping friends to go sit with Lou.
I’m feeling hot and slightly out of breath as I lower down into the chair next to his.
“Hi,” I say.
He grabs the leg of my chair and pulls me closer, and then his hands are on me instantly. One finds the back of my chair, his fingers stroking my shoulder, and the other on my thigh, squeezing.
“Hi.” He grins.
“Having fun?” I ask.
“I am.” He nods. “I’ve been hyping up Buck to go shoot his shot.”
“And watching me,” I add on to tease him.
His grin morphs into a knowing smirk. “And not being able to keep my eyes off you.” His thumb strokes my thigh. “You’re a good dancer.”
I shake my head. “It’s just a lot of hip swaying. It’s an illusion.”
“Mm.” He lowers his mouth so close I can feel his breath on the skin behind my ear. “I like watching you do it.” His lips touch my neck in the faintest kiss. It’s so featherlight, it makes me desperate to feel more.
My throat feels tight from trying hard to suppress what I’m pretty sure was about to be a moan at the slightest contact of his lips on my skin.
“Maybe I should get back out there if you like it so much,” I say in a shy whisper. “Part of my de-stress mission.”
“It is definitely helping with that.” His lips trail down my neck. “But so’s this.”
His teeth graze over my skin, and my voice is raspy when my mouth opens to ask him if he wants to get out of here, but my words fall after “Do you-” at the sight of Otto’s hand snaking around Casey’s waist.
I stand abruptly. “Oh, absolutely fucking not.” I seethe.
Lou is confused for a second as he stands up in front of me, hand finding my jaw. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
I bulge my eyes and point behind Lou at Otto, sidling up even closer to Casey. Lou turns his head to look over his shoulder, and when he spots them he turns completely.
“I’m not letting that happen,” I say walking past Lou toward the dance floor like a nun about to force a bible’s worth of space between them.
I can feel Lou following behind me, and as I’m about to lay into Otto, I stop in my tracks.
“What are you doing?”Casey turns around, her head tilted back to look up at Otto, a fierce look on her face. “You think it’s just fine to grind up on girls you don’t know when you’re probably old enough to be their dad.”
“I’m not-” Otto starts.
“ Or creepy uncle.” She interrupts him. “It’s my birthday, it’s my party, and I don’t really like you, so I think you should leave now.”
“Hey, come on.” Otto tries to argue, but he’s clearly flustered by her. “Let me buy you a drink.”
Casey turns away from him, shaking her head. “What is wrong with these old men?” She says as if to herself, but we all hear her.
Otto seems to fight some kind of internal battle on whether he should keep trying, and when his gaze swings over to Lou, a sad expression washes over him. Not sad in the way that he was just denied or humiliated, but like a deep sadness as if he wants to say something but can’t. He recovers after only a second, training his face back to his smug politician smile before walking off in the other direction.
I look over at Casey, who is happily dancing away completely unaffected, and then up to Lou, whose smile has wavered. I turn and take his hands in mine, pulling him further into the mix of pumping bodies. I sway my hips in the way he enjoyed and try to bring his mind back to this moment. As we move and his hands find me to pull me closer, his smile finds its way back where it should be.
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