On The Floor (Second Story) (2 page)

But I can’t complain much. We always have a good time and she never ditches me. She always makes sure to hook me up with “the friend.” It’s not her fault that he (whoever
he
may be that night) is always just as shy as me or so forward I don’t think he really cares who he hooks up with as long as she has lady parts. And in both cases all they can ever do is stare at my boobs.

Most nights, I end up going home alone after giving Jenna the go ahead to bounce with her flavor of the month. The nights where I do have company, it is always Jenna.

We are both RAs, but her experience has been a little different than mine. The reason for that is she has the most amazing Academic Mentor to work with. His name is Jimmy and he is one of the greatest guys I have ever met. He is what an AM is supposed to be. He listens to his group of freshmen, plans activities, tutors, and helps with assignments. Jimmy is actually the one who suggested I should go to Judy about my issues with Ty. We hit it off at the beginning of the year and when we talk he always looks me in the eyes. He would be my perfect boyfriend, except for the fact that he already has one. His name is Dan and they are perfect together. So instead of a romantic relationship, we became great friends and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“So, are we going out to celebrate the end of limp dick asshat?” Jenna asks bringing me out of my thoughts and back into the real world.

“Definitely!”

“Good! Because I just dumped Hector and I need a dick free evening!” she says heading to her closet.

“Aren’t you inviting Jimmy and Dan?”

“Well, yeah. I guess what I meant was that I need a dick-in-me free evening. One night out with no hook-ups after every break-up. You know my no rebound rule,” she says, laughing at my shocked face.

“Oh my god! Jenna! Don’t!”

“What?” she says, feigning innocence.

“You just said dick-in… oh my god. You know what I mean! You can’t say stuff like that!” I say, laughing with her now.

“Sure I can. I just did. Now put this on,” she says, throwing me a bright purple scoop neck top that is held together in the back by three strings. I look at the shirt and start to shake my head no.

“I am not wearing this shirt! I won’t be able to wear a bra and…”

“Yes you are, Rachel! You don’t even need a bra! You have, like, the best tits I've ever seen. They are just as perky as fake ones, but they’re real! Now go put on your tightest jeans and highest black heels. We are going to Sound!”

Chapter 2

Sound. What an appropriate name for this place.

The music is loud and fast. Bodies are writhing all around me. I am hot. So hot I feel like I have sweat on every single part of me. And for the first time in my life I don’t care. I am moving with the rest of the crowd as I shake and roll my hips to the beat.

I am five beers in. That is two more than I normally drink and I think that explains why I am actually out on the dance floor. And Jenna, Jimmy, and Dan are right there with me. I love dancing, but I just never have the confidence to go out on the floor with all those sweaty people and dance so close to them.

Tonight, however, is different. We are celebrating my liberation from the biggest tool I have ever met. And I want to dance. I want to take everything I have been feeling and let it out. I just want to let go. And that is exactly what I am doing.

The song ends and I need another beer. I tell my friends that I am going to the bar and Jimmy offers to come with.

“Damn girl! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move like that!”

“Yes you have Jimmy! I've danced with you before.”

Jimmy gives me a knowing look and says, “Oh puh-lease! You have swayed to the music with me. Maybe even sashayed a little bit. But you have never done
that
! You. Were. Working. It. And you know it!”

I smile at him. And he flashes me a smile right back, his brown eyes twinkling from the lights in the club.

“Okay, okay. I guess I did get carried away a little bit out there.”

“Rachel, sweetie. You didn’t get carried away. You were having fun! And I wish you would let yourself out like that a little more often, without the influence of those beers.”

“I know Jims. I’m trying.”

We smile at each other as I put my hair up and continue to wait at the bar.

I order a beer and the bartender brings me the bottle. I go to hand him my money and he waves it away, pointing to a guy down at the end of the bar. “It’s already been paid for.”

Huh. That is the first time this has ever happened to me. Normally guys buy Jenna and “her friend” a drink. Never has anyone bought one just for me. I look back in the direction of the anonymous benefactor to say thanks and he is gone.

I turn to Jimmy who smiles big, “I told you it pays to let your hair down!” We laugh and step away from the bar when I feel someone’s hand on my arm. I turn around and it is the guy who bought me my beer. And he is gorgeous! I mean like I-must-be-pretty-drunk-right-now-and-have-impaired-vision-because-it-is-impossible-for-any-guy-to-be-this-gorgeous, gorgeous.

“Hey! I saw you dancing out there. You looked like you were having fun!” he yells over the music. I can barely make out what he is saying it is so loud in here.

“I
was
having fun! And thank you for the drink!” I say smiling and gesturing to my beer.

“Your welcome! I’m Mike!"

He puts his hand out and returns my smile with one of the most charming smiles I have ever seen. He has kept eye contact and only glanced at my boobs once. So far he is a mile ahead of every other guy I have ever met.

I finally take a second to really look at him. He has a perfect smile and in this light it looks like his eyes are a smooth honey brown. I could stare at them forever. He has light brown hair that I want run my fingers through and tug on while he kisses me all over. He is tall and I can see that underneath his clothes has to be one of the nicest bodies I will ever see, if he lets me get him naked… Wait! What? What am I thinking?! Must be the beer. Yeah. The beers…

My heart is racing and at this point I realize I don’t know how long it has been since he introduced himself. He is still standing with his hand out in front of him, but with an even bigger smile on his face than before. I realize it is probably because I have been standing here checking him out. Like obviously looking him up and down. Practically gaping at him. Yes, that’s right people. Gaping. I am not exaggerating. Wide open, shut your trap or you’ll catch flies, gaping. I am so embarrassed.

I quickly shut my mouth, smile, and put my hand in his. “Nice to meet you Mike, I’m Rachel," I say loudly trying not to yell, but wanting him to hear me.

He chuckles and keeps holding my hand as he leans down closer to me so he doesn’t have to speak so loudly.

“I hope you don’t think this is too forward, but what I really wanted to tell you is that you looked beautiful out there. Watching you dance was one of the most enchanting things I have ever seen.”

I blush and go back to gaping. I seriously wish that my default face with this guy was not gaping. I quickly change my face into a smile and hope he didn’t notice the gaping, but based on his return smile I think he did.

“Um… thank you?”

“You’re welcome. I’m not trying to creep you out or anything, I just thought that someone should tell you how beautiful you looked out there.”

He turns to walk away and I grab his arm. “Do you want to dance with me?”

That just came out of nowhere. I have never been this forward. And I have decided it is definitely the beers. I will keep myself at a three beer max in the future. I am not sure if I like the lowered inhibitions that come with the beers.

He looks me right in the eyes, his are smoldering and I’m sure mine are wide with surprise at my own forwardness. “Absolutely Rachel.”

He takes my hand and starts to walk with me back to the dance floor. What did I get myself into? Dancing with a normal guy who expects me to “sway” or whatever Jimmy called it is fine. Dancing with the most attractive man anyone has ever seen when he expects me to really and truly dance with him is... um… I think I might die.

Before I know it he has pulled me onto the dance floor. We are near the edge of the floor in the back. I can see my friends from where I am and Jimmy waves at me to let me know he can see where I am. At least I know that he will be watching in case this guy turns out to be the creep he says he isn’t.

Mike grabs my hips and turns me around so my back is to his front. He keeps his hands there and moves so close to me I can barely breathe out of nervousness. I drink what is left of my beer and set it on an empty table near us.

And then the new song starts. It’s one I haven’t heard before, but I like it. Mike starts to move and I follow suit. He starts slow as the beat builds. All I can think about is his hands on my body and the sound of the music. And the way he moves. Oh god the way he moves. I think I may be doing something more like the “sway” that I normally do, but who can blame me. I can barely
think
, let alone
move
the way I want to with his hands on me.

As the song speeds up, our movements follow. My response to his body becomes effortless and I can’t help but move with him. Mike’s hands grip on my hips and I realize that without even thinking about it I have started to dance like I was before. I smile.

He lowers his head and his mouth is dangerously close to my neck. I feel his hot breath on me. My smile fades as my lips part slightly, my heart races, and my breathing speeds. His hands slowly move from my hips down onto my upper thighs as pulls me even closer to him. In one movement I lean my head back onto his chest closing my eyes and reach my arms up around his neck behind me. As I move against him, I can feel his erection hardening in his jeans and I moan.

I actually moan.

It’s loud in here, so I hope he couldn’t hear me.

But maybe if he did he would finally touch his lips to my neck. They are so close to touching me and I can feel his breath on my sensitive skin like fire. Right when I feel like he will finally ravage me like my body wants, he slowly slides his hands up my sides and arms, grabs my hands and turns me around so I am facing him. I am panting.

Better than gaping.

He places my arms back around his neck. Our eyes lock on each other and his hands start that slow sensual journey back down my body. They slide down my arms, glide over the sides of my ribs, and finally land at my hips where he grips and pulls me flush to his body. His erection is pressing into my stomach and his gaze hasn’t left mine since he turned me around. His eyes are on fire. They are dark and smoldering and I know my eyes are reflecting the same want and need that his are.

His breathing is just as fast and shallow as mine. I know he wants me. And I want him. I have never had this kind of reaction to a man before. Not even while I am sleeping with him. Before I can decide what I want to do about it, the song ends and he makes the decision for me.

He touches his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. He quickly pulls away and looks back into my eyes.

In a deep, rough voice he smiles and says, “Best dance of my life. Thank you Rachel.” And then he turns and walks away.

I am back to gaping as I stare at his back as he walks away. What just happened? For the first time in my life my body has responded to a man the way I have always wanted it to, the way I have read about, the way I have heard about. And he leaves.

Why didn’t he dance with me again? Why didn’t he kiss me? I am pretty sure he wanted to. But maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see?

My silent reverie is broken as Jenna collides into my back and wraps her arms around my middle. I am still gaping in the direction that Mike walked but I can’t see him anymore.

Jenna turns me around and looks into my eyes with her hands on my shoulders. “Oh. My. God. Rachel! What the hell was that?”

“My thoughts exactly,” I respond, dazed.

“Here, come on. We are leaving. Dan has work early in the morning. We can talk about this when we get back to my room.”

“Okay…”

My mouth is still open and I am in disbelief. What just happened?

***

The walk home was short and quiet. I don’t think anyone really knew what to say to me after the initial, “What happened there?” Since I didn’t really have a quick answer to that, I just told them I wasn’t sure and they allowed me the time to process in my own head.

When we got back to Juniper Hall, Jimmy and Dan went to their own rooms and Jenna and I went to hers. Now that she has allowed me time to process, she’ll dig a bit more.

“Sooooo friend! Any thoughts, comments, concerns? That was pretty out of character for you, Rachel. Unless you knew that guy?”

“I don’t know him. And I know… it was super out of character. I don’t really know what came over me. I mean I drank a little more than normal, but it’s not like I was super drunk or anything. Maybe just a little loose… ”

“Loose is right!” she says laughing, falling onto her bed.

“Jenna!” I take a seat in the chair in front of her desk and turn it to face her.

“Hey! I only call ‘em like I see ‘em. You guys were practically fucking on the dance floor. It was so hot I almost broke my rule and took a guy home even though I just broke up with Hector. I mean, that shit was H-O-T hot.”

“Was it really? I mean it felt really good, but I didn’t think we were that bad," I reply blushing.

“Oh, it was bad alright!” she says laughing at my embarrassment.

“Jenna! Seriously! Stop it with the joking! I really want to talk to you about this. I mean, I have never felt that way about a guy before. And I just met him. Don’t those types of feelings normally take time to develop? This reaction I had to him is making me feel crazy. I’m not sure, but I think if that guy had asked to leave with me, I might have said yes.”

I look at her waiting for her to respond. Hopefully she can give me some insight.

“What you felt was straight up attraction. Pure and primal lust. That is the kind of stuff you feel in an instant. It is not something that comes with time. It's there or it isn’t. And in this case, I guess it was there.” She smiles at me, trying to reassure me of my unease with the situation.