Never Kiss A Stranger

But not Kiki, she grabs my hand and leads me straight to the dance floor. This girl is on a mission.

And it’s to shake her ass. Which I’m all on board for.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” I say into her ear.

She gives me a thumb up with a nod and I seek out the bar.

It’s not overly packed when I call out two beers easily to the bartender.

When I head back in Kiki’s direction, I set the beers on the closest table and rush over to her. “Are you ok?” I ask her.

She spins around. “I’m dancing.”

“I thought you were having a stroke or something.” I grin...wide and take a step back. I can’t even explain into words the exact things Kiki does with her body. Quick, jerky movements erupt throughout all the limbs of her body as her torso bends back and forth.

It’s quite the scene here, and I laugh a little. This woman can’t sing, and she definitely can’t dance, but I find myself falling for her all the same.

I try to join in but stay a few feet back as not to be hit by her flailing arms.

“Isn’t this fun?” she yells over the music. “You need to let loose.”

“Oh, I can let loose just fine.” I bust some of my killer cool dance moves that make all the women go wild. I feel the beat rushing through my veins, running down my spine. I look awesome, I’m sure.

“Are you ok?” Kiki asks me, after tapping my arm.

I pop open my eyes, leaning closer to her ear. “I’m dancing.”

She raises a brow. “I don’t know what that was that you were doing. You look like a robot.”

“Robot?” I laugh. “Well, you look like a flailing monkey.”

Her eyes grow serious and her mouth turns into a small ‘o’. “I do not. I dance amazing.”

“Right. Sure, you do.” I do the ‘reach back, grab my ankle and pump’ dance move. Wish I knew the name of it, but I don’t.

And Kiki laughs. “Oh yeah, let me show you what I got. Watch.” She does some more jerky movements, looking like one of the air dancers they have on used car lots.

“That’s not dancing. Watch me.” I proceed to bust a move, tucking my leg into my other so I can do a cool move I’ve seen once in some rap video years ago. I used to practice for days until I had it perfected.

Kiki laughs, and we both gather the attention of a few other people at the club. Listen, I’m not gonna say we’re the best dancers out here tonight, but we’re definitely better than the older couple down by the stage, rocking back and forth.

I move my arms back and forth, lifting my leg and turning my body in a circle, letting the beat carry my body into different movements. Kiki bounces around me, and I grab a hold of her hand.

“You’re a natural,” I tell her over my laughter.

We work the room together, doing some sort of salsa or tango dance move, and seriously we should probably take our dance number out on the road. I think we’re both great.

Hey, at least I can sing.

After a few more songs, we meld into each other’s arms, rocking back and forth, not caring if we’re moving too slowly for the fast beat that pumps through our bones.

I sniff her hair, letting the smell of coconuts and moonlight make me dizzy. And it does, it makes me think back to the first moment I met her, to the first moment I kissed her.

I gaze down at her, a smile on her fuckable lips, her hair a bit unruly from bouncing around earlier, and a soft glow of happiness on her face.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper to her, and she nods.

We wave to the crowd as we leave, laughing as we head out of the club. It was the dance moves making us so popular. I’m sure of it.

We rush to her house, unable to contain the next step we both want so badly.

She unlocks her front door, and already I’m thinking of all the things I want to do to her.

Before she can even shut the door, my mouth is on hers, kissing her like it’s the end of the world. And if I don’t get her naked right now, it might just be. My hands roam down her body, cupping her ass in my palms.

I step further inside her house, inviting myself in, like a master of all things sexual. And tonight, I’m hoping I’m just that for her.

Trouble is, I’ve yet to explore every part of her. Every inch of her decadent body. Every single fiber of her being.

I peer around the room, the beige carpet underfoot, the blue couch begging me to take her there, and the way the soft moonlight pours in through the window, letting me know that sex is definitely on the menu tonight.