Part 1
1: The Booty Bounce
Beau
May 2006
Dallas, Texas
Enter me into a sexy, all male dance-off, and you’d see me win.
No doubt, I’d bounce my way into a grand prize trophy. Obviously, I needed to hit the dance floor more often, because when I did, the magic happened. My signature move? Hip shaking and butt bouncing. Of course, I didn’t do them together. That’d be impossible. Instead, I’d created a synchronized movement to the beat of a funky electronic tune. I didn’t even know music like that existed.
Damn, I had to be making Dash proud tonight. I didn’t know why I was nervous about coming to his law school’s end of semester party. I was the toast of the gathering. The women who attended loved me. Screw Dash’s dumb parents. They didn’t think I fit into their high-class world. Well, look at me now.
I wish Dash had his fancy cell phone with him instead of leaving it with the checkroom attendant. I needed photographic proof of my greatness tonight. As awesome as I felt, chances leaned to not remembering any of this in the morning. Dash made sure my glass never emptied.
Thanks to Alexis, one of Dash’s classmates and my personal twerk coach, I was able to continue drinking while dancing like a professional. It had to do with my shoulders. If I kept them straight and didn’t move my upper body, I managed to get moreof my cocktail—a total Dash word—into my mouth rather than on the dance floor.
All the ladies cheered me on, adding in an occasional ass slap of appreciation. Dash gave a few of those too, encouraging others to do the same.
The song changed, causing me to be torn with whether I should lean or rock with it. Such a complicated query—another Dash word that stuck inside my head. After at least a solid five seconds of contemplation, I decided to do both. Swaying while shaking my hips. Since I held a glass in my hand, only one arm flew into the air. Apparently, my head wanted in on the action, playfully tilting in the opposite direction of my hips.
An annoying voice inside my head kept trying to harsh my good vibes. Hinting that the spicy dark rum might be responsible for my oddly confident ego. But I knew exactly how to silence all that negativity and took a hearty gulp of the magical elixir Dash had concocted, then made perfect with the help of the bartender.
This drink was basically an RSVP to my hangover in the morning. Since my current life strategy was to live on a second-by-second basis, I’d deal with tomorrow when it came.
I really liked the people Dash went to school with. We were having a blast. I wouldn’t call them laid-back, and just like Dash, they had ambition and determination, but not meanness. They also knew how to throw down a good party and went at it hard.
Unlike they had Dash, nobody questioned my age, which was legally below the required twenty-one years old to be inside this club. I liked that too. I never got carded. Dash on the other hand had to show his identification everywhere we went.
My guy and I had given ourselves a forty-eight hour deadline to emotionally get past what Dash’s parents had done to us. Actually, we were thirty-six hours into Dash continually apologizing to me. I’d tried my best to make him chill, but that attempt hit an immovable brick wall. His stubbornness knew nobounds, leaving me to count the hours until I never had to hear anotherI’m sorryagain.
The club was modern and posh. A ritzy kind of place situated on a floor close to the top of a downtown Dallas high-rise. The three hundred sixty degree view displayed the Dallas skyline from every angle.
In the heart of the shallow swimming pool was a clear, raised, floating dance floor. It had to be close to midnight. Only a couple of hours left before the night came to an end.
“Beau,” Dash hollered, weaving like a ninja through the crowded dance floor. He was my hydration hero tonight. He came with two full shots of something that was sure to make my head swim. Without missing much of a beat, he handed me the shot then swiped away my almost empty glass, summoning a waiter as if out of thin air.
“Do you want me to take anything else?” the waiter asked loud enough to be heard over the music. Dash encouraged me to down my shot at the same time he did then passed those glasses to the waiter too. He never broke eye contact with me.
“I love you. I’m sorry for what my parents did,” he hollered, angling his body flush against mine. As if destiny had taken hold of the moment, the song changed, slowing everyone down. We moved together as one. I wrapped my free arm casually around his waist. His tight hold held us together. My guy was a silly romantic once he began to drink. And that spoke volumes since Dash knew how to turn on the charm at any given moment.
Just before arriving tonight, Dash and I had made a serious deal. We’d take a shot anytime Dash’s heart spilled out of his mouth in either love or apology. This round appeared to be orchestrated and quite possibly the final one that did me in for the night.
“Alexis gave me some hip shakin’ lessons.” I then backed away from Dash to bust out with my newly acquired skill,bouncing my ass to the slow song. “Come on, boo,” I yelled overly loud. “Dance with me.”
“Boo? Are you okay? Because you’re the one who needs to get us home,” Dash said, standing still, watching me. “I’m drunk.” He and I twinned in matching swim trunks, hanging low on our hips. No shirts or footwear. “Please don’t leave me, Beau. Stay with me. We’ll figure it out,” Dash said pleadingly, again referencing what his shitty parents had done.
“Stop. Okay? I’m good!” I shouted, not to be heard over the music, but to penetrate Dash’s thick skull. I sauntered back to him, slinging my arm around his hip, reaching lower to cup his ass with a playful squeeze. “I’m vibin’ with your friends. They’re a bunch of drunks, more than we are, but it’s fun. You agree?”
Dash’s palm swept upward against my chest. “I agree, you’re drunk.”
“You’re drunk,” I fired back then boldly leaned down to press my lips against his. The kiss didn’t linger. Without missing a beat, I flipped around, bouncing my ass against his semi-firm cock. Over my shoulder, I instructed him on what to do. “I’m twerkin’. Grab my hips and let me dance against you. It’s like a standin’ lap dance.” I dropped my head, leaned forward, and grabbed onto my knees, contracting the muscles in my stomach and lower body. In small, measured movements, I rubbed my butt enticingly against his swelling cock.
After a minute, the grip Dash had on my hips tightened with purpose. He thrust his hard cock against the material covering the crease of my ass. He held me with such force, I could barely move.
When he began to simulate fucking me, I was so there with him. After another minute, it took a bit of force to turn and face him, but this was something I needed to watch. He didn’t disappoint. My guy was so damned sexy. His hips continually thrust against my cock. I ran my palms all over his body, feelingand caressing every wonderful inch that made him who he was. My beautiful, gorgeous guy. All mine. So mine.
