The rest of the week went by extremely slow. I could not get him out of my mind. Of coursed Lynn and Rose gave me hell for telling him off. It must have worked because I hadn't heard from him since that night. I am okay with that...... at least that is what I keep trying to myself. It's like he has just crawled into my soul and won't leave. I can't even escape him in my dreams. He is just everywhere.
It's Friday night and Lynn and Rose have talked me into going out with them. Going out is something we try to do at least twice a month. Dancing is just a way for me to clear my mind. To let go of the week and kind of escape into my own world. As far as Lynn and Rose are concerned it is just a way to meet guys.
"Still thinking about Mr. Sex on a stick?" Lynn ask plopping down beside me on the couch.
"Is it that obvious? I don't know what it is. I can't get him out of my head"
"Then why the hell haven't you called him back?" Rose ask coming and taking the seat on the other side of me.
"He obviously isn't interested in more than sex. He hasn't tried to contact me since I told him I wasn't just some piece of ass."
They both grabbed one of my hands, Lynn giving it a squeeze,
"Let's go out tonight, get drunk and forget all about that dick."
"I second that." Rose said standing up bringing me with her.
We headed out the door and I left all thoughts of Andrew on the front step.
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We arrived at Sibro, a gay club we happened upon in Raleigh several years ago. Sibro has been our go to place ever since. Lynn and Rose love it because they meet some pretty sexy straight men there and I love it because they play the best music. When we go out I am usually the designated driver, I am not much of a drinker. Tonight I wanted to get wasted. I don't know what came over me but as soon as we got inside I headed for the bar, ordered two shots and knocked them back.
Lynn and Rose grabbed me away from the bar and we headed to the dance floor. I let the music flow through me, taking over and letting my body move to the beat. Music and dancing where always an escape for me. I could get lost in someone else's world and not have to think about the troubles in mine.
We danced for a couple songs and then went to the bar for shots and then danced some more. It became a pattern shots and dancing. A couple of hours in, during a good song, I felt a pair of hands slide around my hips and pull me against a toned body. My eyes went wide in shock but I quickly got over that. I could tell from looks on Lynn and Roses faces that the man behind me was worth dancing with.
When we came to Sibro I never really danced with anyone, not that I didn't want to, but guys here didn't really go for the chubbies. I was also very intoxicated, which gave me a confidence boost. I gave the man behind me a good show and when the song ended and I turned around to see who decided to give me a pity dance my mouth hit the floor, Mr. Sex on a stick... Andrew.
I was instantly sober. He gave me that cocky smirk and went to wrap his arms back around me and I gave him a push. I went over to Lynn and Rose to let them know I was leaving. They said they would leave with me but I told them not to worry about it. They had two guys who had been hung on them all night, I would take a cab.
I pushed passed Andrew and headed for the door. I could feel him moving behind me. When I got outside I turned on him,
"Why are you following me?"
"I just want to talk..... and to apologize."
Wasn't expecting that, "Really? Let's hear it then."
I could tell he was hating this and I was loving it,
"Look I came on a little strong. When I came in that day you where working I wasn't expecting to see your adorable ass behind the counter. The way you looked at me like you wanted to lick me up and down didn't exactly help," I would give him that, "I watched you while I ate and I knew I had to get you to go out with me. Your friend was only too happy to help. I don't usually go straight in to talking about sex with someone but you just kind of brought it out of me."
I stood and studied him. I could see the sincerity in his eye. I just didn't understand why he wanted me. I am 5'9, with black hair, brown eyes, and I am chubby. Guys who look like him never went for a guys like me unless it was for one thing. I could see him waiting for a reply,
"Apology accepted," he let out a breath, "I'm sorry about overreacting. It's not like you came right out and asked to fuck me. I just have a hard time trusting guys. I will think about that date. Have a good night." I turned to get a cab and he grabbed my elbow send a spark up my arm that traveled throughout my entire body.
"At least let me take you home." He said with that intoxicating smile.
"Fine."
He slid his hand down my arm hooked his fingers through mine. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. As we walked to his car I could see people looking at us. The unasked questions in their heads, what is he doing with him? He could do so much better. The more looks we got the more uncomfortable I felt. I tried to pull my hand from his but he gave me a stern look and tightened his grip,
"People are staring." I whispered.