Page 29 of Bless My Body

She takes my hand and drags me out to the dance floor. Of course, “Get Low” by Lil Jon and The

Eastside Boyz is blaring. We make our way through the crowd until we’re at the center with Stella,

Ozzy, Wes, and Hazel.

It starts off a little awkward, but once we get warmed up, I’m in heaven. Celine has turned

around, and her ass is pressed up against my dick. I have to think of literally anything else to keep

myself from pushing against her ass.

Celine dances on me while her best friend dances next to us on Ozzy. If our friends think it’s

weird that Celine and I are dancing together like this, they don’t show it.

I put my hands on Celine’s hips to keep her as close to me as possible. Now that she’s here, I

can’t let her get away. I let my body move to the sway of her hips. I breathe in the scent of her hair.

She turns in the middle of a song and puts one of her legs in-between mine. Her face is so close to

mine I can feel her breath on me. She looks so happy and relaxed in my arms. If I moved my face just

a few inches in, I would connect our lips. Yes, I’m inches away from kissing Celine, and my restraint

is riding a very fine line right now.

Eventually, I can’t control my dick anymore. He’s standing straight up, and I know Celine can feel

it up against her, but she doesn’t say anything.

After four straight high-energy songs, the DJ decides to kill the vibe and switches to a slow song.

Wes and Hazel and Stella and Ozzy quickly fall into each other’s embraces.

Celine and I pause. She looks around, noticeably trying to avoid my eyes. I hold out my hand, and

thankfully, she accepts. I pull her body close to me, wrapping my arms around her waist while her

arms come around my neck. I don’t even care that both of us are sticky with sweat right now.

We start off a few inches apart from each other, but very gradually, I bring her closer to me until

our bodies are touching again. I don’t know why she is hesitant to be close to me during a slow song

when she was just grinding on my leg thirty seconds ago. She lays her head on my shoulder, and I feel

her exhale, like she’s finally comfortable.

We sway back and forth alongside our friends. When the song ends, Celine snaps herself back and

pushes away from me like she can’t believe she was just that close to me. She has a deer in headlight

look that terrifies me.

“I…I need to go to the bathroom,” she says before walking straight past me, not waiting for a

response from me. I stand in place for a minute, wondering what the hell just happened. She was so