You don't need to remember that.
The bass was heavy and vibrated through her whole body. Somebody’s something was making conversation with the treble of the beat, the talking couldn’t be for anyone else, since no one could hear them, nor did they really care. Blues, purples and pinks that were just too saturated to call pastel raced around the basement, twisting and swirling around one another with the music. Sarah and David had come to the club together but some of Davids friend had found him and were distracting him from the more important thing in life, dancing that is. So, Sarah busied herself with just that, trying her hardest to get lost in the music, it wasn’t that hard, four shots into the night after an intense pregame, she closed her eyes let the music take her body. She wasn’t listening to David and his boring conversation, but his voice was near impossible to not hear so she caught glimpses of one side of her man’s conversation.
“… Yeah, haven’t seen … since that party … shit got crazy … my one doesn’t remember …” Bits and pieces like broken morse code entering her brain through the fog of the electro music. Then she caught some of the response.
“You must have really done a number on her hey?” It was a man’s voice, David had seemed to have a small crowd around him, three or four people is all Sarah could see as she glanced over from her performance. Although she was getting distracted from the music, which was more important to her then what ever they were on about. She moved deeper into the dance floor the warm bodies around her moving in sync with the sweet mechanical waves crashing against her body.
A familiar finger poked her shoulder, “you want another drink, darling?”
She turned to look at him wide eyed and full of the ecstasy that comes naturally with the rhythms, nodding her head, “oo yes yes please!”
He had put his hand low but open, an invitation for her to hold it, and so she did. Following behind him was so easy she could still be lost in the music and simply trust in the direction of his warm body. By this point in the night there was an unruly crowd growing at the bar so they would have to wait, an inkling of curiosity and a desire to hear her boyfriends voice prompted her, “What were you talking about?”
He turned to look at her, his gaze never seeming to skip over any part of her face, it naturally made her giddy, “oh nothing sweety, don’t worry about it.”
She nodded, a wave of calmness washed over her, it wasn’t important anyway, he would tell her if it was. Thoughtlessness crept into her head undetected; she didn’t realise that they had gotten to the bar, through the rowdy people, until David tapped her on the nose
“Darling, there’s your drinking”
Caught off guard she blushed and waved his hand away, nodding again, seemingly make that her thing tonight, “thank yooou.”
“Anything for you.” He said with a warm smile as they tipped the bottom the shot glasses to the sky.
She squirmed, “bleehh” wiggling her head back and forth, she looked at him again, up and down, she hugged him, it was not a long hug but a tight one, once she let go David was wincing, she scattered back to the dance floor, not noticing the Davids friends were picking up their topic again.
Time passed she didn’t really care though, all she need was to dance, dance, dance. Another tap on the shoulder, she turned to see her David, he motioned for her to come with him, “How do you feel about moving to a different club?” He had lent in close to her ear his breath sent a tantalizing tingle down her spine, God she needed all of him so bad.
She leaned even closer to him, “yeah sure this one kinda sucks, which one do you have in mind?”
“Don’t know we’ll figure it out.” He said, glancing back at his collection of friends, some Sarah recognized and some she didn’t, and even then, recognizing it is over selling it, she knew none of their names.
They left the club, and the others followed, seemingly glancing at her more than she thought they would. An uber was bought, and they split from Davids followers. Sarah looked out from the uber at all the other people lining up at different bars and clubs, some of them pretty, some rather ugly, they all looked like they were having so much fun. The uber neared the end of the party lane, but made no indication of slowing down, she turned David, “where are we going?”
“Oh, to a house party.” He said nonchalantly.
“But I thought you said we were going to another club?”
He moved closer to me pulling on his seat belt, his free arm cupped her face so that she had no choice but to look at him, into his eyes. “Darling, that silly little brain of yours is getting in the way again I thought we talked about this before we left, hey?”
Her eyes had already started glazing over, her mind already receding, she was beginning to relax fully in his hand, she let out a sigh, she let out a sound of agreement, nothing too intelligible, just how he liked it.
She couldn’t remember what they spoke about before they left to go partying, not really, the vague notion of a heavy pregame, but really her night started on that dance floor. This didn’t matter to her though, she couldn’t even think at that moment, he had said something while they were back at home, something warm, something pleasurable. He was saying something, but she couldn’t register it yet. He seemed to be enjoying himself while he was talking to her, he smiled at her, taking on a truly pleasant quality. Her eyes were growing heavy, slack, relaxed. She didn’t need to be present; she could just sink into this pleasant feeling.
She came back to when she noticed his hand wiping spit off her chin.
The car stopped and he said, “we’re here.”
Blinking as she got out of the car she spied the house, it seemed normal, music could be heard from inside, reminding her pleasantly of the club. One of the people David had talked to at the club was waving at us from the front door. “Come on in!”
As we approached David’s friend continued, starting an impromptu house tour, Sarah wasn’t paying to much attention, following behind her man half listening.
“Here’s the fridge, there’s drinks enough in there…the toilet is there…” Blah blah blah, Sarah thought, finding a place to sit was her biggest concern since she had become rather tired after the car ride. Her prayer was answered as their tour guide showed them the living room, an open space. A carpet laid in the center of the room boxed in by three couches and a TV displaying someone’s Spotify playlist. The couches were reasonably populated, each holding about 3 to 4 people, some she remembered from the club, some she didn’t. She went off to find a seat before David and his friend stopped talking, she was in her own world.
David sat down next to her, he cupped his hand around her thighs to lift them up onto his lap, she let out a little playful squeal but ultimately started to curl in and rest her head on his shoulder. Someone she hadn’t seen before came up to David, boy was he the life of the party tonight, what did he do to get so famous?
“Hey mate,” said the unknown man, “funny seeing you guys here, boy was she fun last time-”
David cut him off, “I know, she is always very fun, and she’s good at what she does too, why don’t we talk about after the show though?”
The man let out a nervous and embarrassed chuckle, “right, right.”
“What am I good at?” She asked, rather curious at what her man had to say about her.
She was still leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her legs across his, as he moved his hand that was opposite her over to her face. He caressed her face running his fingers across her cheek, then his hand gravitated to her mouth, her heart skipped a beat, she knew what he was about to do. But we’re in front of all these people, stupid! She tried to mentally blast him as if he could read her mind, but it didn’t work. His fingers entered her mouth, her eyes rolled back and glazed over, she no longer had it in her to worry about the people in the room. Any of his warmth in her mouth was enough to make her muscle memory kick in, she tonged his fingers began to move close to them so that they were deeper in her mouth.
“That’s it darling; you don’t need to focus on anything else; you don’t need to remember that.” He said in a low tone, not a whisper though, he had no intension of keeping what was going on here a secret. He began to take his fingers out of her mouth, as he did so he could hear her heavy breathing, she was gone for that moment, completely enthralled in the pleasure that his mere hand gave her and no doubt had forgotten what his friend had said. “That’s it.”
She was leaning back onto his shoulder, still lost in the fog of her brain, or lack thereof. She didn’t even realize that she hadn’t closed her mouth, she was drooling onto his shoulder just existing in the waves of pleasure that were radiating over her. They were slowly dissipating but with that her thoughts did not speed back up; she was rather spaced out.
Tingling was creeping up her arms, legs, and the back of her spine. It felt like the beginning of the body’s natural reflex to falling, like she had just lost balance leaning back in on a chair, but she was falling into a sort of bliss. Like a jolt of ecstasy that washed over her and pulled her under a deep and seductive spell. She was lost in him, his smell, the warmth of skin and the pure sensation of his skin against hers. She needed to taste him, she was lost in his haze, his abyss. She moved her drooling face to get closer to his neck, she started to nuzzle his neck softly, he lent into it.
“That’s it darling,” he whispered, it sounds so far away from her, she was entering her own little world, peaceful and perfect.
The nuzzle slowly weighed heavy on her face and she lent in deeper, her lips still parted in her semi blank state, the soft warmth of his neck engulphed her lips, this came with the accompanying thought of, ooooo, there wasn’t much else going on in that little head of hers. So softly and smoothly she continued, gently against his neck, lips controlled and savoring the moment. She needed this, this was slowly becoming the only goal in her head, so she lent in more, turning more towards him. David said something to one of his friends, she couldn’t hear it, it was like she was only listening through noise cancelling headphones. She did not care.
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