"Felix!" I exclaimed, rushing forward and hugging him tightly. "I haven't seen you in... well, since we were 15!"
"Yeah I know," he said happily. "I've just been waiting to run into you". He smiled; it was easy and handsome. He had become even more good-looking since the surge. Actually, he reminded me of someone I used to know. I screwed my face up to try and remember but soon enough the alcohol took over.
"Lets dance!" I exclaimed, grabbing him by the hand. He turned to Zane, a question in his eye. So polite. Maybe I should set him up with Shay. She need a good guy right now.
"Sure," Zane said. I was not too drunk to notice the uncomfortable look on his face. "I'll go get us some drinks, Tally".
"Okay, love," I said, stepping forward and kissing him hard. Just to remind him I was his.
My favorite tune came on... a technic, totally bubbly tune. I put my arms around Felix's neck and began dancing, moving my hips against his.
Felix was always different. It wasn't that he was weird or an outcast or anything. He just never did the normal things. As an ugly, he didn't care about being pretty and now, as a pretty, he was different, too. He didn't belong to a click, he talked like a Rusty, and even dressed like one with dark jeans and a white tee-shirt even if they were from synth material. He even still had a scar from when he cut his hand on glass when he was eight. And he didn't even get it removed. how totally bogus. but he was hot, even if he didn't know it.
he could really move, too. Even if he kept his hands firmly on my waist, not straying to my butt or hips like Zane's do. I do remember he was so reserved when we were two uglies in love. Until we did it, that is.
"So... how are things with you?" he asked.
"Good," I replied. "I really love it here in pretty-town".
"Really? But I thought you ran away to the Smoke to avoid being pretty?"
"Yeah, but then I realized how totally brain-missing that plan was," I explained. "Its like sooo much better here. They didn't even have bathrooms... how totally bogus."
he coked his head, looking at me quizzically as if I was speaking in a different dialect. I wasn't that buzzy, was I?
"Actually," he said, still looking at me funny, "I was thinking of, you know... checking it out".
"What, now?" I asked buzzedly.
"No... soon," he replied. And then she shook his head as if getting water out of his ears the old-fashioned way instead of just using ear-blockers before. "But that's not what we're here for," he said, "Do you wanna go find your boyfriend?"
I started a little bit at the reference to Zane. Since Felix had brought up The Smoke, I had this little nagging feeling inside, like I was missing something big. I tended to get that feeling when people talked about The Smoke. Dr. Scrucio says its because of the shock I endured that I feel strange about the time there. Shay says she didn't get the feeling, she just remembers days and days of hard work and really, really mean people. She just remembers wanting to be in Pretty Town so badly. I remember that, too, but sometimes I'll remember something bubbly. Like a campfire. But Dr. Scrutio tells me its my brain trying to make the bad memories lass bad. Makes sense to me. Most of this stuff is way too bogus to really think about. Seeing Zane sitting at the bar with a couple of Sunset Sizzlers in a moldable cup molded to make tall, skinny glass (which was my favorite) jarred all thoughts of the smoke right out of my head. We made our way over to him and we all made small-talk for a while talking about how Felix and I used to climb trees together and how me and Zane waned to throw a party soon to celebrate our 1st surge bash together saying Felix should totally come. Then Shay sidled up, glancing at Felix when he wasn't watching her. I introduced them and said, "Zane, why don't we go...uhh--"
"I want to show you something," he said. I nodded, appreciating the excuse to let them talk alone.
He lead by by the hand through the throbbing crowd and into a tiny booze-closet. He shut the door and turned to me.
Is this what you wanted to show--"
"When you dance with him like that--" he interrupted, his chest heaving and his flash tattoos spinning. I was terrified, but enthralled.
"When you dance with him like that," he resumed, "Its as if everything falls away. Its as if all I can see is you. I've seen you dance... with me obviously, but seeing you from behind. Seeing how you move your body. Damn". So this isn't an angry jealous... this is a lusty jealous. Remembering what I'd conceived when I realized I like being in charge, I took the lead.
"I can dance for you like that, Zane," I said, keeping my voice smooth and sultry.
"Mhm?" he grunted, shifting.
"Yeah. Tonight. We'll dim the lights and I'll dance for you" I said, shaking my ass a little to show him.
He stepped forward but I held a finger out.
"No, let me tell you. Then I'll strip slowly until you can't take it anymore" I stepped closer to him. After I tease you a bit, I'll step forward and you'll take like that. I'm all yours". By this time I was chest to chest with him. I reached up, kissing his ear, then biting it hard. He moaned and I kissed him square on the mouth. He slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring. He tasted sweet and sexy.
His hand slid downward and into my skirt. My breath hitched. He his fingers into my bathing suit bottoms, rubbing me. I moaned into his mouth. His smooth skin and his wet mouth combined with the dark room and his cool fingers had me on edge in the best possible way. His fingers were suddenly inside of me, pumping hard and fast. I threw my head back and moaned his name, my breath uneven, not even caring who heard us. He kissed and nipped my neck, turning me on more and more with every pump.
When I was about to reach my climax, teetering at the top he withdrew his fingers. I moaned out in protest and he looked me dead in the eye.
"Zane," I managed, "Please..." He started pumping again going quickly and roughly. His lips went to the soft skin of my neck. I felt myself rising to the peak, ready to tumble over, but again as I was reaching my climax his fingers stopped their work. I squealed in frustration screaming his name and he smiled into my skin. He removed his hand from my skirt and kissed my lips again.
Then his hand came to rest on my hip, sliding around to cup my ass. he lifted me so that my legs were wrapped around him. He kissed me more and I ground into him making him moan. His moan made my knees week. Good thing I'm not on my own feet I thought, thinking the combination of Sizzling Sunset spiked with Vodka and Zane's intoxicating presences made it almost impossible to walk as it is. He set me on a low shelf and ripped my skirt and bottoms off. I looked down and my head went dizzy at seeing his jet black hair in between my legs. Then my brain stirred up a bit and I saw a flash of blond and streaming sunlight. There were dark eyelashes and sky-blue eyes. Then I felt his mouth on me and I couldn't think anymore.
"Tally," he said, withdrawing the pleasure of his clever tongue.
"Mhm?" I half-moaned.
"What do you want?"
I bit my lip, not sure about saying that out loud.
"Hmm?" he asked, teasing me, flicking his tongue over my pearl.
"I want you to lick me til I cum all over your face," I exploded. He continued to stare up at me, his eyes flashing gold in the darkness quicker and quicker. Then he plunged in again, licking me faster and faster.
"Oh god, Zane. That feels so goooood," I moaned, encouraging him onward. Finally, I was at my peak and he forced his fingers into me, his mouth still working. I screamed out, then finally came down panting his name. He pulled my bottoms back on and kissed me so I could taste myself on him. I had experienced lots of amazing orgasms courtesy of Zane but this has got to be one of the best.
"Wanna dance?" he asked, grinning at me wickedly. "With me?"
"Fuck yes," I grinned back, tumbling out of the closet, hand in his.