Substitute Boyfriend by Jade C. Jamison

stood there for a few seconds, feeling the heavy beat rolling through the club.  I had to admit that, even though this wasn’t my usual cup of tea music-wise, it was infectious.  It made me want to move, but I knew I was an oaf when it came to physical flexibility and grace.  I was afraid of making an ass out of myself.
    When I opened my eyes, Roman said, “What the hell, woman?  We paid a huge cover charge and you’re just gonna stand there?”
    I grinned.  Leave it to my friend to be overly honest.  “Yes, I think so.  I can’t dance, Roman.”
    “Can’t dance, my ass.  It’s easy.”  He grabbed me and started making me move with him.  At first, I thought maybe I should have decided to have a couple more drinks to loosen me up and make it easier.  I wouldn’t worry so much about looking stupid if I was inebriated.  Roman was trying to show me how to have a good time without it, though, and I could appreciate that.  I was giggling with the way he was making me move.  Finally, he let go of me and said, “Your turn.  Do it by yourself.”
    I shook my head.  “I can’t.”
    He gave me a look and started dancing again.  Only this time he wasn’t just having fun.  He was being kind of sexy.  As I said, I wasn’t much into dancing, and it surprised the hell out of me that Roman was.  Sure, I knew he was on the athletic side, so his physical agility didn’t surprise me, but the fact that he liked it did.  After all, we both liked the same music.  Where the hell had this come from?
    That thought didn’t linger, though, as I watched him move his body around me.  He got close a couple of times but kept some distance.  At last, though, he pulled me into his body, but in semi-spoon fashion.  My back was up against his front, and he wrapped his arms around me, his hands joining at my waist.  He swayed with me back and forth to the rhythm of the music and then he brought his lips to my ear.  “I don’t think you’re having an open mind about this.”
    Yes, clearly I hadn’t up to that point.  His lips on my neck convinced me of that.  Okay, so this could be sexy…and fun.  I opened my eyes again and looked around the club.  Everyone else was having their own good time.  None of them were watching what anyone else was doing, so we were all free to make complete fools of ourselves without worry.  Roman was past the point of encouraging me to dance, though.  It wasn’t but a few seconds later that I realized one of his hands was inside my loose top, finding my breast.  I gasped and started to resist but he said in my ear, “No one can tell what I’m doing.”
    I looked around our area of the club again.  He was right.  Besides the fact that no one else was interested in us, it was mostly dark.  Sure, there were flashing lights all around, but the lights just accentuated the shadows.  People would have to be staring at us intently to see what we were doing.
    “Relax,” he said as my breast responded to his touch, the nipple growing rigid at the attention his fingers were giving it.  One of my hands rested on his idle one, but the other one I reached behind me to shove into his hair.  He nipped at my earlobe then, sending shivers of desire throughout my body.  Oh, God, this was dangerous…but hot.
    We stopped swaying and began grinding.  I figured if he was going to infuse me with lust, I was going to do the same to him, and that was the fastest, easiest way I could think of.   I was only able to rub my ass on his crotch area because of the high heels.  Otherwise, I would have missed the mark.
    I did too good a job, though, because it made him decide to step up the action.  He’d had one hand that had just been holding me tight at the waist and he moved it to the top of my skirt and wiggled underneath the elastic, driving his fingers down underneath my panties.
    I was hot, gasping, desperate, and even though the idea of doing it in public was a little exciting, the rest