will and more.” He clinks his glass to mine and I lock eyes with him and for just a second I believe he might really care about me.
I shake my head and focus on the shot. “To us!” and with that we both drop the shot glasses and start to chug our mixed drinks. Of course Ryder is done with his before I am done chugging my pounder glass full of Guinness. I slam the glass on the counter and let out a huge sigh and a little burp that I cover with my hand so it isn’t too horribly loud and unlady like.
“DAMN! I think I am in love! You’re truly amazing in every way Faith. I can’t believe you can drink like that. But can you hold it down, that is the big question and no puking in Layla’s car.” Ryder says with a half snicker coming from his chest.
“I never get sick! I will be fine. I know how to drink I grew up with two older brothers, not only that but I also dated the captain of the football team all through high school and into college. So I have been to a few parties so you have nothing to worry about Ryder.” I say to him with all confidence and trust in myself to pace the booze.
*****
We have been at the bar for hours and I can't believe how well we are getting on. There are no awkward silences, just a lot of fun. We stuff ourselves with greasy yummy dive bar food. The kind that you’re thankful for when you start to get a little tipsy and it is the perfect thing to level the drunkenness out.
I start to giggle when I hear the next song come over the loud speaker. I feel the bass start to pump as the song starts and I hear one of my favorite bands start to take over my ears. My Darkest Days – Porn Star Dancing starts thumping in the bar. I see tons of people getting down on the dance floor and I am just drunk enough to ask Ryder to dance with me. “Ryder, come. Dance floor. NOW!” I reach my hand out to him and pull him out of whatever daze he was in.
“I thought you would never ask, but I should warn you this is a dirty song to dance to.” He says as he grabs my hips and pulls me backwards into his. He drops his face close to my ear and starts to breathe into my ear gently.
We reach the dance floor and he instantly turns me around so that I am facing him then he grabs my wrists and thrusts my arms around his neck and he puts his hands on my hips. I start to move with the beat of the music, I step a little bit closer into his dance space and he takes it as a hint that I want to become one with him. He pulls me so close that I can feel his body heat, it fills my senses for a few moments.
I was right when I saw him the first time, his chest is rock solid and his arms feel amazing around me. I don’t want him to stop what he is doing. The song continues to thump bass out the speakers; I see couples all around me doing risqué dance moves. I am all for PDA but not something that sexual. I start to feel Ryder's hands wandering up my torso and then a little bit higher. His hands are on either side of my tits. I feel his thumb rub against the bottom part of them and they ache. My core is on fire and I need to stop whatever is happening; but my body is saying just let it go on for a moment.
Maybe, you’ll get kissed or better yet; you might get laid! My brain and body are having an argument of their own. Do I stop him, or do I enjoy this for that little bit longer? I feel my breath catch in my throat as he moves his thumbs up my tits a little more.
He looks down and stops caressing my sides. Instead he reaches up and puts a hand either side of my face and leans in to kiss me right on the lips. I don’t expect it so I don’t back away in time to stop him, or at least I keep trying to tell myself that’s why I didn’t move.
I push him away and my instant reaction is to slap Ryder so that’s what I do. I slap him and it’s not a soft one either. I really didn’t mean for it to be that hard, I guess I don't know my own strength when I'm drunk.
I shake my head and focus on the shot. “To us!” and with that we both drop the shot glasses and start to chug our mixed drinks. Of course Ryder is done with his before I am done chugging my pounder glass full of Guinness. I slam the glass on the counter and let out a huge sigh and a little burp that I cover with my hand so it isn’t too horribly loud and unlady like.
“DAMN! I think I am in love! You’re truly amazing in every way Faith. I can’t believe you can drink like that. But can you hold it down, that is the big question and no puking in Layla’s car.” Ryder says with a half snicker coming from his chest.
“I never get sick! I will be fine. I know how to drink I grew up with two older brothers, not only that but I also dated the captain of the football team all through high school and into college. So I have been to a few parties so you have nothing to worry about Ryder.” I say to him with all confidence and trust in myself to pace the booze.
*****
We have been at the bar for hours and I can't believe how well we are getting on. There are no awkward silences, just a lot of fun. We stuff ourselves with greasy yummy dive bar food. The kind that you’re thankful for when you start to get a little tipsy and it is the perfect thing to level the drunkenness out.
I start to giggle when I hear the next song come over the loud speaker. I feel the bass start to pump as the song starts and I hear one of my favorite bands start to take over my ears. My Darkest Days – Porn Star Dancing starts thumping in the bar. I see tons of people getting down on the dance floor and I am just drunk enough to ask Ryder to dance with me. “Ryder, come. Dance floor. NOW!” I reach my hand out to him and pull him out of whatever daze he was in.
“I thought you would never ask, but I should warn you this is a dirty song to dance to.” He says as he grabs my hips and pulls me backwards into his. He drops his face close to my ear and starts to breathe into my ear gently.
We reach the dance floor and he instantly turns me around so that I am facing him then he grabs my wrists and thrusts my arms around his neck and he puts his hands on my hips. I start to move with the beat of the music, I step a little bit closer into his dance space and he takes it as a hint that I want to become one with him. He pulls me so close that I can feel his body heat, it fills my senses for a few moments.
I was right when I saw him the first time, his chest is rock solid and his arms feel amazing around me. I don’t want him to stop what he is doing. The song continues to thump bass out the speakers; I see couples all around me doing risqué dance moves. I am all for PDA but not something that sexual. I start to feel Ryder's hands wandering up my torso and then a little bit higher. His hands are on either side of my tits. I feel his thumb rub against the bottom part of them and they ache. My core is on fire and I need to stop whatever is happening; but my body is saying just let it go on for a moment.
Maybe, you’ll get kissed or better yet; you might get laid! My brain and body are having an argument of their own. Do I stop him, or do I enjoy this for that little bit longer? I feel my breath catch in my throat as he moves his thumbs up my tits a little more.
He looks down and stops caressing my sides. Instead he reaches up and puts a hand either side of my face and leans in to kiss me right on the lips. I don’t expect it so I don’t back away in time to stop him, or at least I keep trying to tell myself that’s why I didn’t move.
I push him away and my instant reaction is to slap Ryder so that’s what I do. I slap him and it’s not a soft one either. I really didn’t mean for it to be that hard, I guess I don't know my own strength when I'm drunk.
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