Chapter 5: Chapter 5

We arrived to find a long line into the club, but luck was with me. I saw the person on the door that would give us instant access. “Common guys don’t bother getting in line,” I said and walked up to the doorman. “Hey you, come here often?” I asked him. Holy! Shit, my bravado was really at its highest, I knew if I was sober those words would never have come out of my mouth. “Not since two months ago.” He said smiling at me. I returned it with one of my own. “What’s up chica?” he said to me. “Well, you know same old, same old,” I said. “What kids at school giving you a hard time?” He questioned. “Not much, but dam I have my hands full this year,” I told him. “Just want to release stress, you know, and see what’s in there to take home,” I said. Holy hell was that coming out of my mouth. When did I get so cocky? thoughts to myself of course. I didn't want the others to think I wasn't myself in which I knew I wasn't. The Fio I knew would have been at the end waiting for the others to try to get our asses inside and into the dance floor, picking up guys and leaving early morning. His laughter brought me back to my senses. "How many?” he asked. I turned around and counted as if I didn't know how many friends I had, but I had forgotten there was one extra that decided to tag along, so eventually, I counted him too. “Six!” I indicated. He unhooked the cord and let us through. “Thanks, Carlos I owe you one,” I told him. I heard the rest of the patrons yelling in protest. I ignored them. It was Melba who grabbed me by the arm and pulled me aside to let everyone else through. “What’s going on Fio, you’ve never acted like this before?” She said to me. I looked at her and thought why hadn't I acted like this before. I liked how it felt. I felt stronger and braver. The dream that had lingered with me in the morning was finally diminishing. I tried hard not to recall dreams and if this helped. I was going to take advantage of it, so the only thing I could come up with was “I think it’s about time I did, don’t you think?” I told her. “Besides we are here to have a good time, right.” I continued to place my arm around her shoulder and smiled at her. “Yes!” she said smiling too and we went inside directly to the dance floor.

Our favorite DJ was playing great music as always. At that moment I didn’t care about Sara and Diego. Juan Magna and p\Pitbull began to sing “Bailando por ahi”, I let myself go into the music forgetting everything and everyone. I hadn’t realized that I was swaying and dancing very provocatively, something I rarely did, but I knew it had to be the alcohol in my system. I swayed with the beat of the music taking every sound of the beat as it moved my body. At that very moment, I felt strong hands on my hip moving them to the beat and pulling me closer. The person and I began to sway along to music, lost for that moment in time. Not caring about who was around, even anyone who was looking. I pressed my back into the person as for balance. I just wanted to allow someone to move me to their way of listing to the music. I felt as the person caressed me as I swayed. I wasn't even aware whether that person was a she or a he. All I wanted was to drown my dream and the unhappiness that it brought me. I indulged in the movement savoring every movement. I turned myself around to see who my dancer was and found myself facing Diego the reporter. At that precise moment, I didn't allow Diego to take away the way I was feeling. I was lost in the dance and his hold on me. I wanted to continue to dance this way for a while and I didn't care that it was Diego who held me. Soon the song ended and a new one began to play he tugged me away from the dance floor. “What the hell, I want to keep dancing!” I yelled thinking that he couldn’t hear the music being so loud. He lowered his head to reach my ear. “You’ve had too much to drink and you need fresh air.” He said icily. I looked at him baffled, when did I need fresh air? What the hell was his problem? first of all, I had barely known him, I had just known him about a few hours ago and now he was giving me orders. I needed to make it known to him, so I didn't bother to unclench his grip. I saw as he pushed us around the already packed dance floor and the club was already filling up with people, so making it hard to maneuver didn't seem an easy task. I followed him through. I looked back to see if I could see my friends who remained dancing, but I couldn't make it out. I did however pass by Sara who looked not at me, but the person whose hand was holding my wrist. I could see she didn't wear a happy face. I didn't get to talk to her either to explain. I was just being hauled away. The next thing I knew I excused myself from people wanting in and I was being pulled outside and that is when it hit me. Hot air hitting my face and body and the way it made me feel wasn't very comfortable. I swayed into him. He steadied me by gripping my waist forcefully. “Ow!” I yelped. He loosened his grip, but never released me and continued tugging me. I had my head down not looking which direction he was taking until I was rounded to the corner of the building. I noticed there wasn't much light in this area, almost completely dark. I didn’t stop him or ask where we were heading I wasn't feeling myself anymore, but dizziness had enveloped me. In a way, I was glad he never let go. When we were midway from the building he pushed me to the wall kind of roughly. “Ow!, what the fu….” I started to say to him, but my mouth did not finish the last word. Wetness and softness overcame mine. He was kissing me, his lips and tongue parting mine to enter mine. I was hesitant and didn't until his tongue licked my lips feverishly which made me gasp. I hadn't been kissed in this manner. His lips those lips made such a pleasant sound while he talked, making my body quiver. I knew now that I wanted them pressed against mine. I began to feel a tingling sensation down in my groin area which I hadn't felt in while and thus began to salivate from the entanglement of our tongues. I didn’t push him but embraced it. I placed my hands around his shoulders and pulled him down to me so that I could get better access. Body and body entwined at that moment. His posture soon pushed me more to the wall. I felt his arousal, he wanted it as well. At that moment when one gets lost, my mind began to awaken and thoughts began to come through right and wrong soon appeared in my mind. What the hell was was I doing? The more he kissed me it became cloudy and thoughts were lost. I pushed hard on my thoughts because I needed to think this wasn’t me I was more reserved shyer? or was I? I chose who I slept with? By his way of feeling, he was demanding. Each tongue-twisting, pelvic movement, grouping. He was different. I had always taken charge, who I slept with who took charge, not him. He pushed me harder to the wall as if it was falling and I had no escape from it. His kiss became harder and I got lost in it. I knew he was handsome, great body and I wanted all of him. I lost myself. I was so aroused and into him until heard someone call my name and we pulled apart. “Fio!” It was Sara and she wasn’t happy to see what I was doing. I couldn't back off, so I pushed him away from me. looked up at him and saw his eyes had darkened into something I hadn’t seen in a man before. I pulled myself from the wall and away from him and started to walk toward Sara. I placed my hand on the wall to help me support myself not from the alcohol in my head but from the attack of need that had enveloped me not minutes ago. When I finally reached her, she looked at me. She wasn't pleased. Diego hung back didn’t want to interfere in our discussion. “You knew I was into him.” She said to me as I looked at her. I didn't know whether to answer her, but I still had some bravado in me. “I guess he wasn’t,” I told her as I walked past her. I glanced back to see if he followed and I swear I could see a hint of a smile. He had heard our conversation after all. I walked around her still feeling unsteady but somehow I managed to get back into the club.