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“Where do you want to go?” I yelled to Megyn.
She yelled back, “I do like pumpkin pie. Why do you ask?”
I prepared to repeat myself and she burst out laughing. I grinned and pulled her in for a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Seriously,” I said into her ear. “Want to see what’s on offer? Spooky green punch and Vienna sausage fingers, maybe?”
Megyn bumped her hip lightly on mine. “Actually,” she said. “I wondered if…”
“Yes?” I encouraged.
“We didn’t get to really finish our dance together. Maybe we could try again?”
She finally seemed to be opening up to me, at least a little bit.
“I’d love to. Let’s go see where everyone’s dancing at.”
We found the dance floor in the meeting hall, chairs having been cleared out to make room. Up on the stage was a DJ wearing oversized headphones that couldn’t have been comfortable.
I took Megyn’s hand and pulled her to the center of the floor, finding a spot where we wouldn’t run into anyone. She slid into my arms and I pulled her to me, closer than I had dared to at my own party. Heat flowed through my veins.
“I promise to try not to step on your foot this time,” I said, trying to distract myself from my mounting need for her. I ached to kiss her again, but it didn’t seem proper in such a public place.
“It’d be okay if you did.” Megyn grabbed a handful of her dress and lifted, showing off her blue Converse.
I laughed and swayed against her, and she swayed with me. We turned and turned, and turned again, in a slow and spiraling dance that left me dizzy, though not just from all the spinning. Megyn’s thighs pushed on mine with every step. The constant rubbing stirred arousal inside me. I felt myself starting to get an erection and backed my hips off, but Megyn moved back closer to me, seeming not to notice my hard bulge prodding her.
Maybe not minding.
I pressed my forehead to hers and closed my eyes, and circled with her, letting sensations of her become my entire world.
The song ended. Somewhere, in another part of me, I sensed the crowd thinning as dancers left, taking a break. I didn’t care. I didn’t need music. Megyn was making my heart sing.
“Carter! You’re here!”
My eyes snapped open. I spun, my erection wilting, watching in utter disbelief while Suzie sauntered out of the crowd and right up to us. She had greatly improved upon her cat costume from before, donning a velvet romper with plush trim that framed a significant amount of cleavage. Someone had done a better job on her cat makeup, and though the ear headband was the same, she had added a tail which no doubt dangled right between her butt cheeks.
I had no interest in finding out if that was the case. “Hi, Susan.”
“It’s Suzie,” she corrected with a smile. She took her tail into her hand and playfully swatted me on my thigh, right next to my crotch.
“Right,” I said. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to remember.”
Suzie glanced at Megyn. Megyn shrank back, letting go of my hand. I tried to grab her to keep her with me. She backed out of my grip again, giving her head a little shake. “I’m going to go get a drink.”
“Can you bring me one?” I asked.
Megyn nodded and scurried off, slipping easily through the crowd. She looked less like a princess than a scared little mouse ducking for cover. While I didn’t like seeing her go, I hoped that she might take her time and come back feeling better.
And if she takes her time, I might be able to get rid of this nuisance.
Suzie pointed her finger at me. Her nails were tipped with glued-on cat claws, glinting in the chandelier light over the dance floor. “You’re here with her again.”
“Yes,” I said.
“Why?”
“Why not?” I challenged. “Since we were interrupted last time.”
“And interrupted again this time,” Suzie purred. She tracked in a slow circle around me, forcing me to turn with her in a mockery of a dance. The music started up again. I felt, for a moment, a sort of displacement, like I had wandered into a movie where a soundtrack always accompanied important scenes.