A Night to Remember.
A/N. This story might only consist of one chapter, I do know where I would take the story if I were to develop it but not sure if I'll be able to grant myself that much time to keep my updates on other stories that I've already expanded on, having to balance school and work. However please do let me know what you think and who knows... miracles do happen every 2000 years or so...
As always the usual disclaimers applied.
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She sat in her seat, cursing the forces that had willed her into putting this inconceivable idea into motions.
"This is ridiculous."
She whispered shaking her head at the disbelieving image that mirrored her words at her.
"It's now or never."
She finally convinced herself as she stepped out of her Jeep and walked quizzically towards the doors. Second guessing her actions, she had to admit she was never one of the impulsive type. In fact if she was to psychoanalyze herself she would conclude herself to be one with a boring nature, routine an unenergetic.
Perhaps Lawrence was right and she was boring. But she never had to prove anything to anyone, so why was she doing this.
Lost in her own thoughts as one foot led the other against her will.
She halted and for a second reconsidered once more. She shook her head at the thought of retreating, squared her shoulders then proceeded. She glanced over her shoulders as of expecting she was being followed. Making sure no one was present to tell this story. It would come most disturbing to many.
She paused at the front door and inhaled deeply needing the extra equilibrium to proceed, she couldn't believe she had led herself to believe this far that this could be a good thing. She had decided she would give herself three strikes and then she would be out of there. Not another minute over, nothing would make her reconsider ever doing such an outlandish thing again.
She pulled at the door as she exhaled, opening the object a little more forceful than anticipated and lost her balance, luckily she regained her stance saved by the door knob. She wouldn't dear imagine the image of her being spotted flat on her ass at a place like this. That news would spread rapidly, like wildfire in the desert engulfing open dry bushes and to add to her embarrassment of ever being seen here at all.
She would have to go in hiding but instantly shook her head at the thought of no hole being deep enough to hide from her mother.
It had just gone pass 10 and already Caroline glanced at the watch that rested loosely on her left wrist, it was late for her to be out, quite out of the norm and moreover for her to be in a club.
She would be the laughing stock of her University days and her staff if anyone familiar ever caught sight of her tonight. She dismissed the unpleasant thoughts.
She admired the lights in the club and was grateful for the lack of, as she made her way down the narrow hall, the dark would be a good disguise.
Stealth entrance in, stealth exit out.
She worked herself through the thick multitude and over to the bar counter, eager for something to support her body on. She felt light headed and wondered if that slip at the door affected her more than she initially thought. She wanted an excuse as well to call it a night, something to convince herself to leave and not feel too guilty, at least she would have tried.
She ordered a drink upon arrival at the counter once the very meticulous bar mate had caught sight of her, took a seat and started her scan of the congested floor.
It had been over 3years since her philandering husband had walked out on her and the boys. The divorce was final and she was now free, single and disengaged. A statement she was trying to convince herself was something to be proud of, it's not as if she had a happy marriage anyways.
However the statement only reminded her it had been over three years since she'd had sex, not that there was much to look forward to with John but at least she could entertain the idea of being penetrated.
It was just for the sake of the boys why she had continued with the charades for so long and she shook her head at the irony.
William was already in his 3rd year at university and Lawrence would be gone after the summer holidays. That would leave her in that big house all alone.
Even her mother had put herself back out there. On the market and was picked up, be it all of 60years she had to wait for true love. She frowned at the very idea of her having to wait so long.
The nights were already torturing enough and her fingers weren't quite doing the trick as she would like.
She had to admit if she was being completely honest she was jealous of her mother and her sudden pursuit of happiness, not that she never wanted her mother to be happy, quite the opposite, but she was the one after all to ruin her youthful happiness to please her mom, she willed the memories away.
Those days had been archived, buried, stored away in the attic, gathering moth and cobwebs, possibly needing to be burned now, this was no time to be remembering spilt milk.
Those feelings no longer existed.
She resumed her scan of the packed floor willing the unpleasant memories away. She hadn't even noticed her eyes had gotten engrossed on a figure on the centre of the dance floor. Moving desperately to follow in line with every beat. She watched on keenly, mesmerized by the well executed moves.
She cursed the lights immediately and remembered instantly one of the very reasons why she didn't like clubs.
Strike One.
'Sodding lights, moving around'
She focused her eyes drilling through the thick of the crowd, to scrutinize this person.
Her drink had arrived, distracting her for just a split second, enough for her to turn and say thank you with a gratifying smile.
No sooner had she done so, the DJ changed tracks and the pacing on the floor changed instinctively. Other performers had submerged themselves into the corners along the dance floors among other unnumbered crowds.
She scuffled throwing her head left and right almost panicky, in an attempt to regain sight of her prey. But her efforts were useless. The atmosphere was too unbalanced for such luck.
Strike Two.
'Shit, Bloody crowd'
She cursed beneath her breath and pivoted on her stool and resorted to nursing her drink.
This night was only revealing more and more to herself how truly monotonous she was. But would it have mattered, she quit fancied her quiet nights at home sipping wine and eating chocolate.
Occasionally she would pop a horror film in and watched it for the first 10minutes as that's as far as she could get before she started hearing suspicious sounds in and around the house, unexplained tapping at a window or the wind mysteriously beginning it's howling.
She was convinced that something had come into the house one night and almost ran her mother over as she attempted to retrieve milk from the fridge, both of them falling short of a heart attack as Caroline attacked her with a frying pan.
Another night she had been a little over adventurous when she braved a film through mid way and her phone began to ring simultaneously with the one in the film. She had jumped screaming from the settee and curled under the covers on the floor certain the only thing left to happen was zombie's crawling through the television screen.
That's about as much adrenaline rush she could bear. She had washed her hands of her adventurous side that night and thrown all her films in the trash. She regretted not donating them after but thought she wouldn't want to be the cause of anyone's death with such torture.
She found herself lost in the drink, jabbing the lone olive seed that lingered in the bottom of the half full glass, avoiding her every jam, her annoyance growing at the helpless fruit.
She glanced at her watch again, the only companion of her night.
11:30pm.
She couldn't believe she had only been there gone over an hour, her back already felt sore and these damn heels were already becoming uncomfortable. She shook her head at the decision she had made to wear a 3inch stilettos or maybe the slip at the door did caused more damage than she had initially thought.
But it did compliment her attire and in that case it was worth it.
The olive wouldn't fasten to the stick and she was becoming more infuriated at the one eyed fruit.
"I can order you something else, if the battle can't be won."
She snapped into reality, remembering her surroundings and knowing if she jumped in surprise of the voice too much she would resume her scene of falling on her ass earlier that night.
The voice shouting slightly, just enough to be heard above the music in the room.
She looked around, almost unaware of the familiar figure that now stood beside her. Indeed the distance and lights in the room never did this body justice.
She discarded her previous picture and began painting the zoomed in personal portrait.
Caroline swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat at the instant attraction towards this stranger.
"Excuse me?"
She questioned, for in fact she hadn't truly heard the statement but she confessed she wanted to hear this voice again.
However her attempt failed when only a facial gesture was made towards her drink with a slight tilt of the head towards the table.
Caroline discontinued her jabbing at the annoying fruit at once.
"Oh no, no, no, that's fine, thank you."
Caroline spoke in her usual voice unaware that in order to be heard in this environment one had to speak like a soprano singing at the operas.
Another reason she didn't like clubs.
Strike three.
It was time to get out of there, she suddenly felt awkward, and did they have any need for a chaperon at a night club
The bar mate arrived to retained the attention of her intruder.
"It's now or never"
She contemplated, sliding out of her seat going unnoticed thanks to the welcomed distraction from the very attentive bar mate but before she could put the act in motions the stranger placed the order leaning across the counter slightly and then resumed her undivided attention to Caroline.
"Hi."
One hand outstretched and positioned high enough above the counter to be noticed.
The stranger proceeded.
"I'm Kate."
Caroline thought for a minute if she should give a fake name. After all she wouldn't owe anyone an explanation of the sort, after tonight was over she would resume her dull life and wouldn't want to be traced back here by any form or means, leaving any evidence, she convinced herself then proceeded.
"Elizabeth."
Her voice still not loud enough to be heard, the woman grabbed her hand and tilted forward slightly, bracing the lower part of her body against Caroline on the stool.
For a second the force almost tipped her off the chair. Gravity was exercising all possibilities of having her ending up on her ass tonight no matter the cost.
"Elizabeth."
She shouted almost too loud now, the figure instantly moved back laughing at her discomforted tone.
"I'm sorry."
She apologized quickly finally acquiring the volume needed for the night.
The woman drank her drink in one chug and all this time not losing a beat. She still moved to the music.
Caroline thought one was required to be in amazing shape to be able to bounce about on their feet all night, she knew she couldn't get the hang of it, not in her prime days and definitely not now, hurdling towards her 50 meter stretch.
"If u won't let me buy you that drink, how about a dance!"
About to answer what seemed to her like a question. The woman pulled Caroline from her stool and onto her feet, she hadn't noticed their hands were still joined together until then.
She found herself racing to the centre of the dance floor, slightly off balance with her heels, she knew she'd regret wearing them in the morning.
And giving her no time to recover, the mysterious woman halted, spun around facing her and continued her dance, which in fact she still hadn't stopped all this time.
Caroline felt so out of place, she looked over her shoulders again, not able to shake the feeling that she was being watched.
Disco music and lights meant that you never needed to be a good dancer, you just needed to know how to bounce to a beat.
Strike one came with benefits now she thought.
Kate grabbed her arms forcing the blonde to move to her rhythm, pulling her closer to her, slightly outside Caroline's comfort zone.
She exhaled a soft chuckle at the thought of almost losing her balance again.
"I've got u."
The woman whispered against her ear.
Caroline fell comfortably into her arms and before soon was moving at a comfortable pace to the music.
They danced for what seemed like hours, she still couldn't wrap her mind around how people did this night after night but she concluded that one night of letting go couldn't kill her.
She had scanned the dance floor several time while spinning around in discomfort of dancing with a woman, sure that would be obvious to everyone, just in case her audience was looking on they wouldn't be able to tell who she was dancing with exactly.
She had minimized her turns when she noticed there were other women dancing in groups of friends and also dancing alone.
Strike two.
The benefits made her relax a little into the crowded dance floor.
She reminisced to see how long ago since she'd been in a club, moreover dancing.
Her recollection was incomplete when she felt hands sliding around her waist. Pulling her forward at first then turned her around in her arms. Her back now pressed against this stranger's body locked together, no room for air.
Caroline thought about excusing herself to use the loo and then making a break for it, and then was overcome by the way her body relaxed onto Kate's front.
She knew she wasn't drunk but this had her at a high. Higher than that time she had sneaked out of her dorm in university to get drunk, she hadn't recalled using drugs but had the faintest memories of indulging far more than she should.
She chuckled slightly remembering as well that was the last time she'd been out clubbing.
Until tonight.
The arms became tighter around her body, forcing them to move in harmony. Caroline felt her bottom moving against Kate's centre and groaned at the sensation.
Kate lowered her face on Caroline's neck just close enough for her lips to brush along the nape of her neck and to inhale the sweet scent of her conditioner.
Caroline heard the moans that escaped her mouth at the contact and goose bumps suddenly rushed over her body.
Her hands lowered to her hips pulling her firmer yet against her making her movements now for her. Willing her to wine in unison at the intense contact pressing against her sexy ass.
Kate's hands laid comfortably on Caroline's short black dress which rested above her thighs. She had stepped way out of her comfort zone with her attire and second guessed wearing this dress as every contact of this stranger's body made the dress rise a little higher.
She grind into Caroline's, growing desire. Caroline was long gone wet between her thighs and had become lost in the lust.
She released her hips, ran her hands over Caroline's arms and turned her around to face her.
The lost of contact made Caroline ache and mutter beneath her breath.
The woman smiled at her. It was then that Caroline noticed the gap between her teeth. She smiled at the thoughts of what she could do. She had always heard of stories about what that gap could be filled with.
Without giving her a moment to complete her thoughts, the woman leaned forward and pressed her lips against Caroline's. She opened her eyes at first contemplating pushing her away but the curiosity of that gap soon overcame her and before she knew it her lips were responding melting into the sensation.
Mirroring their every move, she felt warm lips massaging hers. Kate extended her tongue far enough to run along the outer part of Caroline's lips slowing their motion. Licking bottom lip at first and then intensifying the pressure along the top lip.
Caroline's mind was bouncing off the walls now taking on the form of these dancing disco lights.
Kate's hands explored Caroline's back, running up and down quickly until she felt one hand rest on her ass, squeezing it gently she could feel her dress was far up on her ass as this stranger's hands brushed across the cheeks of her bottom then this stranger quickly glided her tongue inside Caroline's mouth. She melted more into this stranger's arms.
She had been with the same man faithfully for over 20yrs and in just this one encounter, she was able to make her wetter than John was ever able to in all their years of marriage.
They were never adventurous intimately to begin with, what started out to make her mom acceptable of her turned into a weekly chore at first, monthly after a while and then on special occasions to finish with and that was when John was able to stay sober long enough.
She felt like she was having sex on the dance floor with this woman and it felt FUCKING tremendous.
Caroline lost track of how long they stood their making out, her hands now settled around this stranger's shoulders until she felt the luscious tongue slowly being removed from her mouth.
Kate leaned out of the kiss and stared at Caroline insatiably for a while, mirroring each other's hunger. Caroline licked her lips which had suddenly become dry from the lack of contact.
Caroline felt herself leaning forward wanting to reclaim those soft lips. Wanting to finish her climax right there on the dance floor.
However Kate raised one arm from around Caroline's waist and pressed it against her lips. Using her thumb to run along the soft curves, she leaned forward and Caroline anticipating the resumption of their kiss closed her eyes, wanting to explore one of the options she could fill this stranger's gap with, her tongue ready to take up the challenge, but the stranger leaned pass her awaiting lips and whispered in her ears.
"Shall we get out of here?"
Responding without giving it a second thought, knowing there was only one thing to think about.
"Your place or mine?"
After all it had been three strikes and time to exit.