Passions Prologue
By Dana Keylits
Chapter Six: Crashing Into You
I watched, wide-eyed, as the couple in front of us made love, their bodies crashing in time to the beating drums, their timing precise and expertly choreographed, as though they'd done this every day for a hundred days or more. I couldn't decide if I thought this was wrong, or kinky, or fascinating, or beautiful, or immoral, or completely natural and pure. Perhaps I thought it was all of those things. I do know that I was captivated, unable to tear my eyes away for even a fraction of a second as the writhing bodies before me reached a crescendo, her screams and his moans joining with the chorus of screams and moans from all of the other dancers, including the men who were hanging from the ceiling, one of them penetrating the other as their bodies floated in midair.
As the dancers plucked each other from the floor, weaving and floating between each other, up and down the long stage, Bette reached over and took my hand, "C'mon. There's more to see."
I let her lead me from the loveseat, and we exited through a set of double doors opposite the doors we had used to enter. I blinked as we entered the smaller room, adjusting to the softer light. The walls were painted a dark red, like dried blood, and two long bars occupied either side of the room. A dance floor occupied the far end of the space, and round tables with velvet-covered chairs were sprinkled throughout the area nearest to us. Tending bar were shirtless men and women, their lower bodies covered only by flowing sheer swaths of fabric that reminded me of Princess Leila's gold bikini from Return of the Jedi, their tops bare and glistening against the half-light. The men were well muscled, the women too, and I couldn't look away, completely fascinated by the ease at which the bartenders moved, as casually as if they were fully clothed.
My eyes darted around the expansive room, noticing that the few servers bustling between tables were also semi-nude, and, as I looked closer, so were some of the patrons.
"I can see you've never been to a place like this before, Kate," Bette whispered, her mouth inches from my ear, her hand taking mine, her fingertips tickling the inside of my palm as it lay upon the table at which we'd just sat. "What do you think?"
I turned to look at her, opening my mouth and then closing it. Then, opening it again. "I think it's a lot to take in," I stammered. I was unsure of what to say. On the one hand I was intrigued, titillated, turned on, but on the other? I wasn't sure. Perhaps overwhelmed, anxious, confused by how all of this was making me feel, making me respond, how it had reduced my thoughts into garbled images of right and wrong, and I was no longer sure which was which.
She laughed, in that sultry, seductive way she does and I immediately felt it there, between my legs. It was a classic, albeit unconventional, case of call and response.
She called.
I responded.
I shifted in my seat, my senses flooded with the erotic imagery, the three dimensional erotic imagery, that cocooned me - by her, by the lovemaking dancers from the other room, by the nakedness and raw, passionate, and unabashed attitude of the people surrounding us. My head was swimming and I grasped her hand tightly, if only to use her as an anchor to something solid, something familiar; even though she was also the source of my light-headedness.
When one of the semi-nude women approached our table, Bette took care of the order, having undoubtedly noticed that I had been rendered temporarily mute. My thoughts were in riotous disarray, dichotomous, bi-polar and, as I watched her sitting there, looking at me, her eyes shiny and hopeful, playful, dangerous, I was suddenly overcome with the desire to shed my remaining uncertainty, forge ahead, bold and brave, take control, in this moment, this time, this place, take control and do the unexpected, be unexpected.
She'd ordered drinks and food, I didn't know what, I didn't really care, I only wanted something wet and intoxicating.
Like her.
Inspired by the kissing couple at the table next to us, perhaps aroused by them, by this place, I seized Bette's hand, held it as her eyes grew wide, and then slowly guided it to my inner thigh. She gasped sharply, and I was pleased by her surprise, pleased by my own surprise. I leaned in to capture her mouth, my fingers tickling her throat, my tongue sliding past her lips, over the dangerous ridge of her teeth, meeting her tongue in a daring tango, weaving and dipping, curling. She tasted like chocolate and wine, and she moaned into my mouth, her hand sliding up my leg, mapping a path along my inner thigh, her fingertips just barely brushing against that spot between my legs, that spot that was now throbbing and wanting and waiting for her.
I must have tilted my hips towards her, because she slipped one finger beneath the cotton of my underwear, her finger exploring and teasing, sending shockwaves exploding throughout my body. I rocked towards her, feeling positively like I might shatter into a million sharp pieces, jagged and heavy, dangerous.
"You're so wet, Kate," she whispered against my mouth, her tongue curling and dipping, laving my bottom lip, her finger circling me; and, in just under 47 seconds, less than a minute, I inexplicably crashed into her.
"Whoa," she breathed.
"Bette," I moaned.
The simultaneous buildup and release of the sudden orgasm had caught us both by surprise, and her breathing grew ragged while mine stopped.
What was I doing? My god, we were in public and she was making me come! I pulled away from her kiss, my cheeks crimson, suddenly aware of the sights and sounds, the movement around us, the people walking past us having been, just seconds ago, nothing but a ragged blur of light, suddenly coming into sharp focus, specific relief, and although the room was dimly lit, people could see us.
Some of them were watching us.
And this frightened me, worried me, I felt embarrassed - and ashamed.
But, to my surprise, to my favor, it also turned me on.
And, I wanted more.
A/N: There will be a NC-17 rated companion chapter posted at Extraordinary Lines. It isn't ready to post yet. But, when I post chapter 7, I will be sure to include information at the beginning of that chapter as to where you can find this chapter. It is NOT necessary to read it in order to keep up with the story. Consider it a "deleted scene." You can take it or leave it. :-)