He tried to give her a nonchalant shrug. “One dimple.”
He knew she didn’t get the joke, but she smiled anyway. “I was talking about the game. Eighth level. That’s impressive.”
She leaned closer and it felt like his heart was beating so fast, it was going to burst out of his chest at any second. She licked her lips and the predatory look returned to her eyes. He wanted to stop her. He knew he should stop her, but the light breaths on his skin were rendering him useless, unable to move or speak. He was nervous, anxious, anticipation flooding through him. No man in this position would be able to stop, not with a pair of luscious lips being so close.
Her tongue lightly licked his tip and it sent a fleeting ripple through his entire body. He groaned. He couldn’t keep his head up anymore. It fell heavily against the backrest of the sofa. She circled her tongue around his tip before pulling it completely into her mouth. His body stiffened. His hands tightened around the controller. Her moist, warm mouth turned the ripple into a tidal wave.
He stopped breathing, literally stopped breathing for several seconds. His brain had stopped working as soon as she had unzipped his jeans. His heart was going into overdrive because somewhere in the last few minutes, it had forgotten how to beat in regular intervals. And now his lungs were giving in, blatantly refusing to take in any air. It was like every organ was confused and electrified by the sensations pounding through his body; like they were all shouting: “Hey, what’s going on down there, Penis?”
But Penis was too wrapped up in Danny’s mouth to respond so they all just continued to malfunction. His cells were scurrying around in a daze, not knowing whether they should be carrying oxygen to one head or the other.
Amidst all the chaos, his brain finally managed to form a coherent thought, an ingenious idea that would hopefully slow everything down. Just think of something mundane, he told himself. Like butterflies and daisies. That always used to work before. Of course, before his cock wasn’t caught up in the hot, wet vise grip of her mouth, but it was worth a try.
Butterflies and daisies!
He looked down at her, watching the erotic way her lips moved up and down the length of him. Somehow seeing and feeling at the same time had the opposite effect of what he was trying to achieve.
Butter…flies…and…daisies!
“Danny…”
He wasn’t sure if she had heard him. It was a muffled moan that had barely reached his own ears over his ragged breathing. She moved her hand to just below her mouth, stroking him as she pulled and sucked. He dropped the controller, gripping onto the side of the sofa instead. He stopped breathing again. The blood drained from his head.
Butter…Butterdaisies…and…flies…
“Danny…Danny, stop!” He grasped her shoulders and pushed her away from him. “Stop…stop…please stop…” His fingers pressed hard into her arms as he tried to get his breath back. “This…could all end…very quickly if you keep…doing that.”
“What could end?” she asked, trying her hand at innocence again. “I thought you were playing your game.”
He laughed and ran an unsteady hand down his face. “You’re evil.”
Her hand resumed the task, rubbing faster than it did before. He was so close to the edge that it didn’t take long. A deep groan rumbled in his throat. He felt every muscle contract, a shockwave jolting through his body and then…the ultimate release.
He shut his eyes, unable to keep them open. His body shuddered; another thing he could not control. It was only when his breathing slowed that his brain started thinking normally again. She slowly loosened her grip and Max looked down at her wet hand.
“I’m sorry,” he said, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I…I tried to warn you.”
A wide smile stretched across her face. “It’s okay. I’ll go get cleaned up.” She stood up with a sigh of satisfaction and kissed him. “Hey, Max. Who knew video games could be so much fun?” She gave him a naughty wink and left the living room.
Yeah, he loved her!
July
Danny shifted in her seat as Max parked the car. A nervous knot had developed in her stomach during the drive to the conference venue. She was so scared that she had maybe missed something and the function was going to be a flop, like the sponge cake she had tried to bake last week. There were going to be over two hundred people there tonight and she didn’t want it to be an epic fail.
She pulled down the visor on the passenger side and checked her make-up in the small mirror. That looked fine. It was her hair that was the problem. It was an awkward length now, long enough to cover the scar but still too short to actually style it. She had trimmed it a bit yesterday to get rid of the edges that were curling in all directions. With her short hair and small boobs, she could definitely pass as a boy if she wore the right clothes. She didn’t wear the right clothes, though, so tonight she looked like a boy in a dress.
Max kept telling her that she looked beautiful, but his opinion was a little biased. She still felt incredibly self-conscious. Every dress in her cupboard had a low-neckline. Add the scar to the boy in a dress look and she beginning to regret coming to this dinner.
Max walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. She slowly stepped out into the warm summer air. There was no need for a cardigan on a hot night like this, but she pulled it on anyway and began buttoning it up.
“Don’t cover it,” he said, placing his hand over hers.
His fingers slowly moved over scar and Danny could only smile. He had the oddest fascination with that thing. The only person in the world who could see beauty in something so ugly. She relented, though, and pulled off her cardigan, because she realized then that his opinion was the only one that actually mattered.
She took his hand and walked with him into the venue. What had looked like clown vomit just two days ago, now looked like a properly themed carnival. Two popcorn machines stood right at the entrance and the heavenly smell mingled with that of syrup-dipped donuts.
“It looks amazing,” Max commented as his eyes scanned the colorful room. “I’m proud of you.”
The words filled her with a warm, fuzzy feeling. She had rearranged the tables to make room for a decent sized dance floor. There was a clown on there now, circling around on his unicycle.
Danny led Max to the back of the room to a table that was reserved for them, Amber and Charlie. Amber was already there, looking breathtakingly beautiful in a deep green dress which accentuated her perfectly tanned skin and auburn hair.
“You did it again,” she said, waving her hand around the room. “It looks amazing. And these starters are divine.”
“Thanks,” Danny said, sitting down beside her. “I can’t cook, but at least now I know people who can.”
Charlie arrived a few minutes later. “Amber,” he said, taking a seat, “you’re looking lovely this evening.”
“Why, thank you, Charlie.”
He looked over at Danny. “You, too, Sat—uh, Danny.”
Danny smiled. Charlie slamming brakes mid-sentence had not gone unnoticed. “What were you about to call me?”
“Just an old nick-name,” he responded with a shrug. “Old habits die hard.”
“I get the feeling you don’t like me very much.”
Charlie nodded. “Your feeling would be correct. But how about we start afresh? I’ve called you Satan. You’ve said that I look…old and now that everything is out in the open we can begin to heal. Let’s just put all that behind us, shall we?”
Danny laughed at the dramatic flair he had added to his words. “Sure, Charlie.”
The waiters came around, serving dinner which was surprisingly more delicious than the starters. There were a variety of options but they had all ordered lamb shank on a bed of mashed potatoes accompanied with steamed green beans and carrots.
Danny got sucked into the conversation, giggling at the banter between Charlie and Amber, laughing at the dorky jokes Max made. Despite her memory loss, she did not feel out of place at all. They included her in the conversation, filling her in if she could not recall a specific event and she concluded that maybe Max was right. Eventually, she would feel whole again.
After dinner, she stood up and used a napkin to dab her lips. “I want to make sure the DJ is ready.”
She gave Max a quick kiss on the lips, then walked across the dance floor to the front of the room. She was a few feet away from the DJ’s table when a tall woman stood up and blocked her path. With her sandy hair and brown eyes, she looked like a younger version of Lauren.
“So that’s why you didn’t want to set me up with Max,” she hissed. “Because you wanted him for yourself!”
Danny’s eyes widened with confusion. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Every feature on her flawless face hardened. “Are you really gonna play dumb? I saw you kiss him!” She sneered. “I should have known the day I saw you dancing with him that you were going to stab me in the back, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. You kept going on and on about how much you loved Richard and I actually believed you.”
Danny’s mind was reeling now. “Wait…who?”