Joanne's mind was protesting as her body came into motion. She rested her hand in Maureen's and let her lead the way toward the dance floor. Maureen must have sensed her nervousness because Joanne felt her gently squeeze her hand. Once in the middle of the dance floor that Joanne had looked at so longingly earlier in the night, she couldn't believe what one night had brought her.
"Let me guess," Maureen said giving Joanne another not so subtle once over. "You were a dancer?"
Joanne smiled. "Actually, yes. I took a couple of years of ballet. You?" she asked.
Maureen smiled suggestively, taking Joanne's hands in her own and raising them above her head. As her hips swayed against Joanne's to the rhythm of the music now pulsing throughout the club, she whispered softly in Joanne's ear. "You're nervous." That was all it took for Joanne to almost lose control of her body. She had always prided herself on her control, but Maureen left her feeling, well, helpless. Joanne was not inexperienced when it came to this. Quite the contrary. She had dated, and had sex, said lines and gotten the girl. Only Maureen left her speechless.
"I'm sorry." Joanne replied. She turned to face Maureen, one hand playing with her long curls and the other resting on Maureen's hip. Her fingers traced lazy circles on the small piece of skin left exposed between her shirt and skirt. She had lost control of her hand as it subconsciously traced Maureen's hipbone, stopping at the seam of the skirt.
Maureen smiled at the contact, gently scratching Joanne's back with her fingernails as her hands traveled slightly under Joanne's shirt. She knew better than to push it with this girl. She felt the chills run through Joanne's body in response to her touch and she felt her own body surge knowing that it could have that effect on Joanne. "Don't be sorry," she responded. "It's cute." She felt another set of chills travel through Joanne's body and Maureen applied more pressure as she traced meaningless symbols into Joanne's back. 'How could she do that?' Joanne wondered. Sound completely sweet and innocent one moment and then turn her on by saying just the right thing. This girl exuded self confidence. Had she ever had one awkward moment her entire life? She tried to focus on the music, the beat, motor functions, anything at all. "If you think that's cute," Joanne replied softly. "I must be fucking sexy."
Joanne's breath hitched and Maureen smiled deliciously as her hand traced the outline of Joanne's cheekbone before finally settling around her neck, grasping Joanne and pulling her forward. "You are." Maureen responded her lips so close to Joanne's that it was hard to tell which set of lips had actually said the words. As their lips met, Joanne was faintly aware of her hands mirroring Maureen's actions, scratching at Maureen's shoulder blades, desperately trying to close any space that was left between them. Maureen broke from the kiss first, searching Joanne's eyes trying to gauge her reaction. She didn't want to pull this girl to far too fast. Joanne took the initiative this time, pulling Maureen toward her, kissing her. The kiss deepened and Maureen realized that maybe she had gotten the wrong impression. For lack of a better term, Maureen realized, Joanne knew exactly what she was doing. These lips were not inexperienced as they met with her own over and over again.
Internally, Joanne was a roller coaster of emotion. Her body responded as a body should when kissing someone as beautiful as Maureen. Her brain temporarily abandoned all logic letting the feelings caused by Maureen's lips on her own to rule. She slowed the pace of the kisses, from the short powerful ones she had initiated to slower more deliberate ones that she hoped would say everything that she wasn't sure she could verbalize.
The vision in Maureen's mind of her moaning Joanne's name almost became a reality as the pace of the kisses changed. Neither girl was aware of their hands traveling up and down searching each others bodies but somehow they came together as they broke away from the kiss for the second time. Maureen looked around only to find that once again she was the center of attention, with most of the dance floor cleared off, the inhabitants of Moonlight's stood transfixed at the sight of them dancing. "Good show." She said softly to Joanne, still trying to catch her breath.
"What?" Joanne asked, her brain still trying to reconnect the wires that had been shocked out of place.
"It looks like we got the last dance." Maureen explained. "It's closing time."
"Are you tired?" Joanne asked Maureen with a mischievous glint in her eye. There was no way the night was going to end so soon, not when she was feeling like she was.
"Not even." Maureen responded. She felt her pulse race as Joanne grabbed her hand and led her toward the door.
"I have an idea."