Peter had left Cherry’s room not long after she had left to
go to the Dean’s office. His head was a
swimming mess of thoughts and memories, nothing seeming to form into a cohesive
whole.
He wandered out of the dorm and headed towards the arts
building. He needed to forget that damn
picture, that damn image of Lori’s severed, bloody head. He needed to just block everything out of his
mind’s eye and give into numbing nothingness.
Cherry had been helpful, and she really was very good at taking care of
him when he needed it, but today he needed something different. He didn’t need comfort, not anymore. He needed wild and passionate. He needed hot, sloppy, knock you off your
feet and make you scream fucking. Cherry
was the type who made love. She was
energetic and creative, but she was emotionally invested in him. He liked her too, but he needed variety.
Cherry’s friend Mickey, on the other hand…
He pushed through the swinging double doors and headed
towards one of the large dance studios that filled the back on the
building. He could hear music drifting
in and out of the different classrooms, and the cacophony helped numb his
brain. Mickey had texted him earlier,
telling him that she would be practicing in studio 6.
When he got to the open door of the studio he paused,
watching through the doorway.
Mickey’s body swayed and pulsed to the low, slow music. Her hands slid across her stomach, down her
hips, over her breasts. Her legs seemed
to fly across the floor, as if gravity had no effect on her. Mickey did not look like a typical dancer,
but that didn’t matter. She was better.
She had a passion and an energy to each step that Peter had never seen in
anyone else, not even Cherry.
The music began to slow, and Mickey, covered in sweat and
panting stopped. Her back was to Peter,
and he used the opportunity to sneak up on her, wrapping his right arm around
her waist and sliding his left hand under her sports bra, cupping her large
breast.
“You came quick.” Mickey didn’t turn to him as she
spoke. She leaned back, her head resting
on his shoulder.
“Well, I’ll make sure to take longer next time.” He nuzzled
her neck, his hand squeezing her breast gently.
Mickey pulled away from him, gently removing his hand from
her top. “Cool it, sex fiend. Someone might see us.”
“So?” Peter tried to keep his voice light, although the pain
of his erection straining against his jeans was getting annoying.
“So?” She picked up a towel and started dabbing at her damp
forehead. “Your girlfriend is my best friend.
If people see us, they will talk, and she will find out. Then I’ll be out a best friend.”
“Then why invite me down here?” He crossed his arms,
pouting.
“You sounded like you needed a distraction.” She put down
the towel. “Well, I need a dance partner.
So, you get distracted and I get a partner. Sounds like a solid deal, right?”
Peter shook his head.
He actually was a pretty good dancer.
Obviously not as good as Mickey or Cherry, but he had learned to hold
his own. Years of his mother forcing him
to take tap and ballet classes had paid off apparently.
“Then after we practice? When this place is deserted?” He
raised an eyebrow.
“Then..” she walked towards him, gently pulling up her
sports bra so that the bottoms of her breasts threatened to spill out. “Then we can do whatever you want.” Her eyes
met his. “Deal?”
Peter nodded.
This was going to be a long day, but it would be worth it.
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