Float (gxg)

Do You Need Help?

You get off the table and go down on me, stroking me tenderly with your tongue. I groan and grab your hair, pushing you closer. You were fantastic, really, and once I was done, I slam you against the table. I pump my fingers inside of you and bury my face in your shoulder as you cry out.

You hold me tightly against you and stroke me gently on my exposed back. I felt your heart beat against my chest, and I wanted to fall asleep to its sound.

"We should go." You remark suddenly.

"I don't really want to leave." I say.

You smile and laugh, pushing me next to you. "C'mon. I really liked being with you, but someone's going to find us here and it'll just be embarrassing."

"I don't care." I pout and bury my face in your lovely neck.

"Don't be cute. Here, I'll drive you home."

I grumble as we put our dresses back on and rush to the dressing room. A few of the dancers notice our presence, but don't say a word. We smell like sex.

After I change, I grab my belongings and wait outside for you to organize all your things. I keep thinking about how beautiful you are, until a skinny man interrupts me.

He asks where you are, and I tell him you're inside the dressing room and he cannot enter. He does anyway, and lucky for him all the other dancers had left. I furrow my brow in annoyance. Who was he?

A moment later, you both burst out the door laughing. He's carrying your bag and his arm is around your shoulders. Your smile fades when you see me.

"I can still give you a ride." You tell me and say to him, "It'll be quick, I promise." He nods curtly.

I shake my head. "No thank you. I just remembered a friend is going to pick me up. Have a good night."

I walk quickly to the parking lot and hide myself on a bench with trees all around. It would be difficult to see me.

The two of you are still walking with his arm around you, but yours isn't around him. You are a good distance away from me, but I can hear you both speaking. He says something, and you back off. His voice goes from confusion to anger, and just as he raises his hand menacingly, I scream.

"Don't you dare!"

He spins around and sees me. "This is none of your business. Get out."

You catch my eyes. You look so tired and fearful. I turn back to the skinny man. His boyish curls drop down to his forehead. One would say he doesn't look mean at all, but I saw that he wanted to hit you in his dark eyes.

"You can't hit her." I say and stand in front of you protectively.

He laughs without joy. "You like her, don't you, dyke?"

"Yeah. I like her so much, I fucked her." I smirk.

My bravery rewards me with a frightening scowl. He looks from me to you. "Is that true?" He asks you with a voice that sounds like he's going to blow up.

You avoid his eyes, and pull me back a little. You want us to leave. But I can't believe he's doing this to you. He cannot get away with this.

You pull my shirt again. I take you by the hand and tell the man, "We're leaving. If you touch her, I'll kill you. I swear it." I drag you to my car. He watches us creepily until we pull out of the parking space. Then, I assume he gets in his own car.

"I thought you needed a ride." You say shakily, your purse clutched tightly in both hands.

"Actually, I just wanted to spend more time with you." I admit, and check my mirror. He's not following us.

You don't say anything for awhile. When I look at you, your cheeks are pink.

"Why do you think he's not following us?" I ask.

"We live together." You sigh. "He's going to expect me to come back sometimes soon."

I bite my lip. "Does he hit you?"

You nod. I think you're done talking, so I stop. We both don't say anything until we reach my apartment complex. It's a pretty nice building. Everyone knows each other.

"Am I staying the night?" You ask hesitantly. You hadn't changed out of your dress. The night is warm, with a cool wind sweeping your dress up. You shiver.

I smile. "For as long as you need to."

"Just tonight. I don't want to cause any trouble."

"No, it's fine. Really. I'd hate for you to go back home to...him." I say awkwardly, wondering what he could possibly be doing to you.

You nod, and grab my hand without asking. You don't let me look at you in the eyes, not even once while we walk to my tiny apartment. It's dark too. But I can imagine you blushing. I admit my cheeks begin to feel hot.

I pull out the keys from my coat pocket a few steps before we arrive on my doormat. My head's down, when I feel your hands stroke my head and pull me to your lips. You press me against the door timidly, but it's really hot and I pull you by the hips closer. You're surprised, and I'm surprised, but in the end I manage to open the door backwards and drag you in.

"Shouldn't you lock the door?" You mumble against my lips.

I laugh.

Later, I fill you in a way that I never knew I could feel.