Clubhouse: All locations (love_and_poprocks and The Snake)

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It was finally done!

 

Six months of hard work, learning new things, and making sure every damned detail was accurate, and it was finally, finally done!  The thing was, even though it was hard, it was still fun.

 

Tom Holt had spent the last six months developing an 8x8 foot diorama, detailing the first battle in Africa of General George Patton and the forces he commanded.  It had entailed a lot of study over thousands and thousands of documents, some of which were degraded, the sculpting of the terrain, and the learning of a few new skills, not the least of which was 3D printing.

 

Still, he got it done.  The diorama, now complete, sat under a clear acrylic box which protected it from unkind hands, and ten pedestal markers stood around the diorama, explaining the various stages of the battle.  The nicest part?  Tom had come in on schedule, which had guaranteed him a bonus from his benefactors in the Historical Preservation Society.

 

It was time to celebrate.

 

Normally, Tom spent his free time at home, where some quiet books, jazz music, and cold beer waited.  However, this was a rather momentous occasion, and Tom decided to live a little.  He'd heard about a new club in town, and after deciding to give it a try, he went home to shed his work attire and put on jeans and a simple gray t-shirt.  After all, he wasn't meeting anyone there, just dropping in for a cold one or two.

 

When he arrived, he found the place to be quite pleasant, welcoming.  Tom was no judge of bars or clubs, but this place was very, very nice, and Tom felt the tension of six months' hard work start to melt off him immediately.

 

Tom stepped to the bar and, in his usual courteous way, asked for a Fat Tire ale, which the place had on tap.  Tom took the chilled mug after paying, tipped the bartender well, and found a table to sit and enjoy his beer, taking the time to rub his temples free of ache as he smiled and considered his accomplishment.

Edited July 10, 2023 by PitViper

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Brielle Knightly was not as pressed because of work as the male had been prior before his arrival.

It was the grand opening for the club they were in, lots of people, loud music and yummy drinks. Being the free-spirited traveler she was, the woman had to attend and absorb the intoxicating energy of everyone having a good time. She stepped inside and immediately felt the energy as it in turn had her enthralled and unwinding in the atmosphere. Walking up to the Maître d' asking for a VIP booth so she could enjoy the people watching and the good booze.

Escorted to a one of the few booths left, she gave a nice tip for the service and ordered a White Russian as she relaxed into the velvet seating. It smelled new and was cushy perfect view for watching the crowd. However someone in particular caught her eye; he was dressed to the nines nor was he trying to get any attention. He was just chilling out, enjoying his beer. Her silvery green eyes looked at him from his jeans and up his silhouette to his handsome face.  How interesting he was to not give a care in the world, which was attractive as he wasn't being like some of the clowns hitting on the women at the bar.

In comparison she was dressed rather lovely: a flowy green dress that went to her knees, slit on the side, black pumps and her hair was let free in long dirty blonde waves. When her drink came she stopped the waiter and asked him, "Could you please give that curious man over there my regards and an order of what ever he is drinking. Make sure he knows it's from me pretty please~." Brielle would give her best smile and the waiter was putty in her hands as she waved him off playfully. Now all she had to do was sit back, legs crossed and enjoy her drink until her 'prey' decided to come over with her friendly invitation. 

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Tom was definitely enjoying his time in this place.  The beer was ice cold, and went down like silvery liquid, hitting all the right places as it went down, cooling him off.  Just as amazing, he was enjoying the music.  While it wasn't his usual taste, the strong beat felt like it was pounding the fatigue from Tom's shoulders, his back, his entire body.  

 

Yeah, this was a nice place.  Tom would definitely have to come back.

 

After a time, Tom was nearly down to the bottom of his mug, which had lost most of its frost.  Tom was just about to wave to a server to order another when a nicely dressed guy came with one, without Tom's prompting!

 

"You guys mind readers in here?"  Tom asked, grinning.  "I was just about to order another one."

 

The server smiled back, but shook his head.

 

"Compliments of the lady in the VIP booth."

 

Tom looked over the server's shoulder, seeing a blonde girl, a gorgeous blonde girl, in a green dress.  She's just bought him a beer?!?  

 

"The lady in green?"  Tom asked, getting a nod from the server.  "Well, then, this is for you."

 

Tom grabbed his wallet and withdrew the price and tip for another Fat Tire ale like the one he'd had, and handed it to the server.  Once the man had left, Tom stood from his seat and took his fresh, chilled mug in hand before walking over in the direction of the girl in green.

 

As Tom got closer and closer, the girl just seemed to get more and more lovely.  Tom, who was an ardent admirer of womens' legs, saw what thus lady had in display, and liked what he saw.  So far, she seemed to have everything, and in all the right places.

 

"The guy over there said you'd gotten this for me.  I wanted to thank you."  Tom explained, a broad smile on his face. "It's the first time anyone's bought me a drink."

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Brielle smiled with her eyes as she was brought her drink. The much more potent alcohol swirling in the short glass that she brought to her lips. The chill of the liquid quenched her growing thirst. She wondered how her little present was being received, though she feigned ignorance and would peak over feeling rather excited to be meeting a new face. Actions spoke more to her than anything. So what would he do, be grateful or just take her drink and ignore the vixen waiving her fingers his direction as the waiter explained who gave him the beverage.

Either way it was not her place to make things happen if they weren't meant to. Still she hoped things would go well. Being in the VIP booth was rather lonely given how roomy it was. Closing her eyes as she sipped her White Russian musing over the thought of some company. No later than she opened her eyes did she see the studious man saunter over. Her gaze travelling up his jeans and along his torso before a grin painted her lips as they made eye contact. "Oh yes it was me~ I felt you needed one the way you were sitting." Her voice sultry and flirty. "Come come join me~" She would pat the velvet cushions to the right of her while a long leg crossed the other showing off her tan colored high heels. The slit of her dress revealing a smooth tanned thigh with delicate golden chains wrapped around it for decoration. 

"So~ How do you like the place hot stuff?" A wink and a hefty giggle, Brielle would wait for her new companion to take his place if he wanted it. 

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A wise man once said 'Don't fuck this up!', and Tom had no intention of doing that.  At this stunning girl's invite, Tom moved slowly to take the seat that she's offered, taking a long moment to admire the view of her leg, liking the teasing of the gold chain around it.

 

Tom liked womens' legs, and this girl's legs were dynamite!  Hell, from what he could see, shown by the green dress she wore, all of her was amazing, and it left Tom wondering why a bombshell like her had invited Tom, wearing jeans and a plain tshirt, to sit next to her.  But, again, the wise man spoke in his head and he decided to not question what was an amazing gift.

 

"I'm Tom...  Tom Holt."  Tom said, offering his hand halfheartedly.  He wasn't looking for a stiff, strong handshake from the girl, but..   if she did offer it, he knew a kiss to the back of it would probably not go amiss.

 

"It's really nice!"  Tom exclaimed.  "I've never been to a place like this before, I'm usually a homebody, a hermit.  I run the little museum over on fifth street, the World War Two Heritage museum."

 

Tom glances around the place as he extolled its niceties, but returned his gaze to the girl, and her magical eyes.

 

"And...  you?  What do you do?  And who are you?"  He asked, feeling somewhat bold.  "If a lady buys me a beer, I figure I should know about her."

Edited July 14, 2023 by PitViper

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Tom, so that was his name. Brielle would look to his hand and would shake his hand firmly a moment. Though her fingers did linger long enough to show she was interested in his presence here with her. Pulling her hand away she examined him some more as he took his seat by her side. He was tall and mysterious, maybe it was his long pony tail that caught her eye but she was enjoying the view. 

"Wow~ World War II Heritage museum?! That is so impressive. And you're so young! How did you get into that? You're not one of those war nuts are you; guns kit and caboodle?" She teased as she turned more towards him. Drink in her hand she lowered it to her lap as she other arm braced the elbow in the cushion of the back of the velvet seats. Her head leaning on her fist as her legs curled under her in interest. "Oh me? Well I just travel and do freelance graphic design. Nothing too extraordinary. Though I do have some big clients that are repeat offenders so it keeps me going."

Brielle smiled bringing her drink to her lips and watching him closely. "I honestly love it. I get to meet so many new people and hear their stories and sometimes help their businesses that need a revamp. It's a riot sometimes the requests that come in." She didn't want to just gush about herself but she did truly love what she did so it was hard not to brag.

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Tom chuckled a bit and gave this amazing girl a shy smile, the shyness borne more from the still-unbelievable fact that she's invited him here, rather than his vocation.

 

"I got lucky."  Tom explained.  "I did well in school, and my granddad was a gunner on a B-17, so I had the passion from an early age.  So, when I graduated, I was approached by this lawyer who had an accountant with him.   They said they wanted to offer me a job.  See, my museum is funded by this...  society..   of rich guys who want to preserve history.  They put their offerings into a big pot, and fund about twelve museums, mine being one of them.  It's not a glamorous life, but I do enjoy it."

 

Once he was done, Tom focused all his attention on the girl who'd invited him over.  He liked listening to her talk, not only because her voice was delightful, but she used it to convey stuff with substance, and there was just the sexiest little tilt to her eyes, almost cat-like.  

 

"Graphic designer?  Freelance?"  He quoted.  "That's one hell of a niche market.  Damned impressive, too."

 

Tom took a drink from his icy chilled beer, then turned his attention back to the girl in green, a smile on his face, a smile that hadn't faded at all in the last few minutes.

 

"But...  you still haven't told me your name, beautiful girl."

Edited July 15, 2023 by PitViper

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Brielle felt her smile brighten as he was bashful and shy around her. It was really cute and made her feel giddy inside seeing it. Hearing him go on about his story was very intriguing. Seemed like a family man. It was endearing to hear more of how he got into it was interesting. "Wow so like it's a big deal being in your field. That's so cool that you had your grand-dad in the history of the war. Not that it's good they were in war but you know what I mean." She giggled drinking another slug of her drink as she sat up a little more. 

She noticed him looking at her all over, a soft blush came to her cheeks, but that could have just been the booze as she was almost done with her drink as it was much smaller and stronger than his beer. She wasn't drowning her sorrows or anything, just enjoying herself. Green eyes closed a moment and then opened as she looked him over once more. "Yeah it's also very competitive. I'm constantly having to sell myself if I want business and network. It can get exhausting but I wouldn't change it for all the riches in the world." A hum came from her before she closed her eyes for a moment. 

She giggled a bit running her fingers through her loose bangs before her eyes widened and she let out a bright and boisterous laugh. How did she not realize she hadn't given her name to him. "Oh my god I'm so sorry. Hi! let me introduce myself~" Brielle couldn't stop from smiling as she gave him her hand for another one of those handshakes. "My name is Brielle Knightly. I'll give you my card before the end of the night so you don't forget me." She mused and teased as she shrugged her shoulders and would suddenly waive down another waiter reaching over to get another White Russian for herself as he was still on his beer. 

"I'm surprised you came to a grand opening with such plain attire, though it is brave and bold I was curious about the man under the clothes. You peaked my interest because you decided to be you tonight." She finished her drink setting down the glass table as she got done with an answer to a question he probably had on his mind the whole time. "Well that and you are very handsome." 

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'Brielle."  Tom said, rolling the name around in his mind.  "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

 

And, damn, she was pretty.  More than just pretty, she was a knockout, a gorgeous example of what was all-around the best of the female form...  and she had a brain, too!  Tom had a weakness for smart women, truth be told, and Brielle seemed to have a good set of smarts to go along with her lovely face and body.

 

"Don't worry about the business card."  He said.  "I'll gladly take it, just to have your number, but I don't think I'll ever forget you.  You've made one hell of an impression."

 

And that, she did.  More than once, the tiny little being that was his sex drive had pondered the idea of her legs, those lovely and amazing looking pillars of femininity, would be like wrapped around him.  He had no illusions about that ever happening, as she was just too damned classy and perfect for a guy like him, but...  it sure was fun to think about.

 

"Well, this grand opening happened right as I finished a big, six-month long project.  I'm just here to unwind and celebrate a five thousand dollar bonus I'll be getting for finishing on time."  Tom explained.  "The first chance I've had to relax since it started.  Not really looking to impress anyone, just have a good time."

 

And, Tom reminded himself, he hadn't anticipated the invitation from a girl like Brielle, who was definitely the highlight of the evening.  

 

He couldn't stop smiling at her.

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"Thank you.~ " She said affectionately at his compliment. Flattery was not a favorite but when it came to the intangible like a name it made it all the easier to accept. "I was named after my great grand-mama Belladonna. I heard stories about her travels and how she was almost was on the Titanic but lost her ticket just a few days prior." Brielle would explain in brief detail showing him her family's tradition. 

When the waiter came back with her drink and she shot him a smile, his cheeks blushing from her natural charm as she turned her attention back to her companion. "I have? Then all is good in this small world of ours." Taking another sip of her drink her head would tilt slightly back as she enjoyed her second drink with much enthusiasm. The more she drank the more relaxed she seemed to become. She was already horny from earlier but now she was just on edge. This titillating conversation was driving her up a wall; if only they weren't anywhere too public. 

"Oh yes Im sure we can have loads of a good time. So Tom~ What would make this night better for you?" With a sly reach of her hand, her manicured fingers gently would rub at his  and then making small flirtatious circles on it. 

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"I dunno...  the night's already better than I'd ever expected..."  Tom answered, his mind instantly thrown into a swirl at Brielle's question.

 

Rather than make a fool of himself, Tom went silent and chewed his lower lip for a long moment as he thought, hard and fast.  He stared at the mug Brielle had gotten for him, and wished to Almighty God that he was better at this sort of thing!  He didn't want to fuck this up!

 

Tom had spent most of his time single.  A museum curator was not high on the list of desirable men, and he'd come to accept that.  Also, there were the issues he'd had with a college girlfriend and her subsequent betrayal, which led Tom to prefer a solitary life.

 

Now, though, he was face to face with a girl who could have stepped right out of a magazine centerfold, a girl whose simple smile could inspire men to do dangerous, noble, or devilish things, depending on what she asked for, and she seemed to like talking to him!

 

Then, it hit him.   Something simple, something sweet.

 

"You know what would make my evening better?  A kiss, from you."  Tom said, his smile still just a touch on the bashful side.  "Because I would love to taste your lips."

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“That’s so cute~” she genuinely enjoyed his compliment as she continued to be interested in him. Brielle watched him ponder and have his internal struggle to come up with an answer. Was her question that loaded? Or maybe she was being too forward with him? She felt a little bad but didn’t show it on her face as she doubled down in her conviction to have a good time with the man. 

Drinking more of her drink she let the thumping of the music around them keep her entertained while she waited. At least she was patient. And then he spoke up speaking rather bashfully. The blush on his cheeks was adorable as she just giggle  taking another swig of her drink. “Oh my how bold of you~” again she teased as she set her drink down.

Standing up a moment she would take things a little further and slipped into his lap to his surprise or dismay. An arm wrapped under his right side as her left hand would caress his cheek. Another smile from her and she leaned in giving his lips a nice long kiss as she would watch his expression only to close her eyes on the end when satisfied. 

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Tom would remember this moment as if it happened in slow motion, a series if thoughts, sensations, and reactions that he knew had happened all at once, but in his mind, were all singular and profound on their own, and when remembered together...

 

When Brielle moved to his lap, Tom's arm slipped out to wrap around her.  It was a reflex kind of move, intended to provide support so that she wouldn't fall, but...  when hus arm snaked around her body, he was amazed at how it felt to hold her.  She seemed so much smaller than his mind had anticipated, her presence being so much larger than life itself.  Still, as he held her, he felt the dress she wore, and the body underneath.

 

She seemed lighter, too, than he'd expected.  Settling on his lap proved no real problems, as she seemed as light as a feather, and perfectly made to fit right where she landed.  Be it her confidence or her boldness, Tom didn't care.  He liked this!

 

It was the kiss, though, that had blown his mind.  Her lips, soft and warm, felt so fucking wonderful on his own.  He could taste just a hint of her own drink there, but more, he felt Brielle, herself.  Her perfume added to the grand experience, and Tom eagerly joined the kiss, enjoying every single micromoment of her lips on his.

 

His arm around her tensed, wanting to hold her close.  His other hand came up to touch her face, just as hers had touched his.  He breathed her in deeply, wanting to keep this memory for all time, to remember her taste, her feel, and her scent, and when it was over, Tom felt a bit lightheaded, as if gravity had lost a little of its command over him.

 

Tom looked up at the magnificent girl sitting on him, smiling as serenely as he'd ever done.  He looked at her beautiful face, taking in every subtle and striking detail, and his arm kept holding her, wanting her to stay where she was.  He didn't want this to end.

 

"Ohhh....   my..."  Tom said, dreamily.  "That was...   that was better than I thought it would be.  Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask for another?"

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Brielle was intrigued by his reactions. It came off more confident than his humble self would lead you to believe. Still his legs were firm on the ground and she gazed down at him in that moment before the kiss happened. Butterflies definitely settled in her stomach as she had taken his invitation to the kiss. Now she didn't have to jump him for a good time. 

His arm wrapped around her tighter and sent shivers down her spine. Her own body seemed to sit up more and curl into him as she sat on his lap. Her could feel that the fabric was silky but thin, so thin that it took a could layers for the garment not to be sheer. This kiss was shy and sweet as it was only the first, lips lingered in want and anticipation for another only to be slightly disappointed from being pulled apart. 

Sitting back still in his lap her gaze bore into him as she moved some of his hair out of his face. That look on his face had her giggling a little hit as he asked again for another. She toyed with him  little bit now as she put a finger to her lips. "You want to kiss me? Again? Oh but you need to ask a little nicer for a second one~" She teased easing in close but no where near allowing him to get the kiss he wanted the most. 

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So, she liked playing little games?  That was alright.  Tom liked that.

 

He liked how Brielle felt, too.  How she felt sitting on his legs, how she felt in his arm, and how her lips felt against his own.  He liked all these things so much, his mind started to wander where it shouldn't have.

 

It had been long, way too long, since Tom had even wondered what a girl looked like naked.   The last time, during his college years, had resulted in him finding out and a trio of fiery months of romance, or so he thought.   Then, after those three months, he'd found that girl in the arms of a football hero from their school, and the look on her face as she saw Tom see her, was an expression that told Tom how much of a fool he was.

 

Maybe...  Maybe...  it was time to change the rules.  Maybe it was time to wonder again, and to ponder the idea of Brielle, and of all the wondrous mysteries that green gown of hers held.

 

Tom took a sip from his beer, more to address the hot dryness in his throat than anything else.   Then, after setting the glass mug back down, he returned his eyes to Brielle's.

 

"So, pretty lady, may I sample your lips again?"  He asked, the serene smile back on his face.  "It'd make this humble guy before you very, very happy."

Edited July 19, 2023 by PitViper

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Brielle would grin and wait as he seemed to play into her little game. A hand on his chest now, she would lay her arm around his shoulders getting more comfortable. Crossing her legs she felt particularly triumphant able to claim his lap as a throne. A finger drawing on his chest a moment before finding his nipple through his grey shirt. A quick flick and tasteful pinch she would giggle as she played around with him clearly showing interest beyond conversation. 

Watching him closely take a swig of his beer, a moist glaze lingered on his lips from the beer and his saliva. She did wonder what that would taste like. Lingering a moment longer she then made eye contact with him as he smiled so sweetly. "Oh so humble in deed. You want it very badly huh? Saying it so sweetly to me like that~" She cooed, leaning in lips almost touching. They could feel each others breath a moment, then two before she dipped down and took taste of his lips. The beer lingering taste entered her mouth and she shivered. Beer was not her favorite but mixed with his saliva it tasted way better. 

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It was true, what they said:  The second time was always better than the first.

 

Tom's hands began a little journey of their own, just as Brielle's had.  Tom set down  his beer mug, which had become increasingly uninteresting in thr shadow of Brielle's grand presence.  Now free of the mug's mass, test hand found its way to her knee, where it simply rested, even though Tom wanted that hand to crawl its way up her green-sheathed thigh.  He was, after all, a gentleman.

 

The other hand, belonging to the arm at her back, moved up to find the top edge of her green dress, ultimately to find the bare skin of her neck and shoulders, and with the light3dt touch, the tip of his index finger began to mimmick Brielle's actions on his chest.  There were no nipples to tease, back there, but even the smallest, tiniest touch to her warm, flawless flesh from a single fingertip was enough to thrill him, excite him.

 

Then the second kiss happened, and Tom knew the truth about the 'second time' saying.  Her lips were like sugar, still soft and still warm, and still with just a hint of her drink lingering.  Tom, at this point, was feeling a little brave, so he let his tongue slip forward in case Briell's own tongue wanted to have a little dance.

 

The kiss went on for an eternity for Tom, who was quickly losing himself.  When he finally broke for air, some moments later, he gazed at Brielle, marveling at her eyes, the sublime structure of her face, the perfect arc and curve of her lips.  And, yes, his mind had wandered to that forbidden place, the place where Tom found the intrigue of the girl inside the green dress to be more intoxicating than all the booze in this place.

 

"It's a goddamn shame we met here."  Tom said, looking deep into Brielle's eyes.  "I would love to have met you someplace more...  private, secluded."

 

Tom's finger continued its little dance at the base of Brielle's neck, and he pondered what to say next.

 

"I don't mind saying...  I am fast becoming very, very attracted to you."

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Green orbs watched as he set down his chilled mug on the table, a smile creeping on her lips as she took another swig of her drink before giving the same courtesy. There was nothing wrong with flirting, nothing wrong with touching. They were both consenting adults and she hadn't even gotten a buzz. Honestly this was much to fun, much too entertaining for her to allow drink to sway her determined mind. His fingers tickling her exposed flesh as she gently smiled, curling into his touch like it was an energy bringing her closer.

The second kiss was just as fun, soft and scrumptious. A tongue, nice and warm beckoned past her lips coaxing her own to mix with him. This was making her skin prickle with excitement, her heart began to quicken as she leaned into him more deepening the kiss. God this was needed, her stress melting away. Parting for air she took in a deep breath giggling, as she wistfully kept her eyes closed and grinned from ear to ear. Slowly her eyes fluttered open as she listened to him speak, her smile softening and becoming smaller but never really leaving. 

"You think it's a shame? Aww and here I thought it was just fate to enjoy your company~" Brielle would tease as she booped his nose before letting that finger trail down his lips and under his chin making his head angle slightly differently. "Oh yeah? Well I like you too darlin~ You have made my night." She cooed into that last word as she adjusted herself, scooting a little closer in his lap as they enjoyed each other's company. 

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This was a strange night, indeed, but Tom had no complaints.  He'd had cold beer in solitary celebration, and he'd met a stunningly beautiful girl who was, at this very moment, making him feel intoxicated like the beer never could, and in a most wonderful way.

 

"No, Brielle, it's not a shame that I met you, not at all!"  Tom corrected over the music.  "I just...   I guess...   " 

 

Tom paused, wondering just how to phrase his next words.   How to be tactful, without being vulgar or too direct.  The fact was, he'd never done anything remotely like this before, so it was all too new to him.

 

"The thing is, when I have a gorgeous girl in my lap, kissing me and inching closer, I start to have wild thoughts in my head."  Tom confessed.  "Thoughts about her dress, and the amazing body in it.  About her gorgeous face, her lovely eyes, and just how damned much fun it is kissing her."

 

All right...  thay sounded all right, right?

 

"And now, I think I'm going to kiss you again...  but I'm not gonna ask.  I'm just going to do it."

 

And just as Tom said, he leaned his face towards Brielle once again, moving slightly upward to engage her lips with his own.   Again, his tongue looked for hers, for a dance that had no tune, and as Tom kissed her, he felt a strong and steady ache low down on his body, in the region of his groin, and he was damned sure Brielle could feel it, too.  After all, her thigh was right on top of it.

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She loved how he stumbled over his words, how he became flustered at her challenge. Though his coyness was not necessary as she was being bold and rotten to the core to tease him. As he went on complimenting her she became rather proud, like a bird puffing its chest in a way as she listened intently, a rouge hand petting at his chest all the while. As he leaned forward she pondered a moment on how genuine this person before her was, so honest and good hearted. Could she really have anymore fun? 

Brielle helped him close the gap between their lips as a hand cupped his cheek, fingers hooked around his head to prevent him from backing away. Her mouth opened and invited his tongue inside as her own began to slither like a snake along his. His taste softened from the beer tang that coated his tongue as they exchanged lip smacking goodness. Her thigh felt his little friend in his pants stir and poke her ready to be released from it's cage. She moaned against his lips and giggled, a heavy sigh through her nose as she slowly released him and pulled away. "Care to go somewhere more private?" She asked her head nodding to the stairs to go find a room away from the dance floor as all could see their make-out session for full view. Actually they had a little bit of an audience at this point. 

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Tom regarded hus beer mug and the remaining contents, seeing them as very boring.  Whag Brielle had offered, what she suggested, seemed much more appealing, and quite frankly, much more intoxicating. 

 

He turned his eyes back to Brielle, the smile still broad on his features.  Again, he studied the delicate details of her face, the shouldering look jn her eyes, the rise of her cheekbones, the delicate curve of her lips.  Her blonde hair, rich and luxuriant, framed her face beautifully, and Tom coild barely believe that she was real, or that this was happening.  Was she really perched on his lap, where she coukd definitely feel the aroused state in his jeans?  Did she really not mind?

 

Tom decided that beer was, indeed, boring, and that he'd had enough.  He felt that there was a sweeter nectar to be had, and Brielle was the one to guide him to it.  She knew the club better than he did, after all.  He nodded to her, his smile taking on a slightly lusty tone.

 

"Why yes, yes I do, Brielle."  He said, confidently.  "Would you care to lead the way?"

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