Watch Me Walk Away Read Online Free PDF
Author: Jill Prand
like that I know at some point he and I will be together. It seems like he has been there the whole time in the back of my head. He is what I judge other men by and they are so far beneath him. I just need to find a way of getting him out of my system before I end up broken for life.
Stuart takes the glass out of my hand and says, “Let’s go dance.”
Lady Gaga’s ‘Born this Way’ is playing and it seems apropos. I feel like I was born with this burning inside me. It has just been dormant for six years. It died that night and came to life again when Bobby walked into the room. I won’t be sleeping with Stuart tonight. I might be staying in his bed but we will not be having sex. Not with my head all filled up with Bobby. I did that once before and I will not do it again.
Stuart and I dance together. Stuart is white boy personified, he has no rhythm. At least he doesn’t act like he is good. He looks sort of embarrassed with himself. When the song ends he turns and starts leaving the dance floor. I turn the opposite way, knowing Jodi, Debbie and Patty are all dancing behind me. I join them and we laugh and move to take over the floor.
We make a circle and dance suggestively. It has been so long since we all danced together. April and Barbara join us and then we start calling for Joe. He is the star of the evening so we put him in the middle and take turns rubbing our bodies on his. I glance back to the bar and Fred is in hysterics, I think I see his cell phone out taping us. Joe can dance and is holding his own with us.
Suddenly Jodi is grabbed by John, “What are you doing?” She starts grinding on him.
“Having fun!” turning around she throws her arms around his neck and starts kissing him.
I start to move away from them to give them some privacy when I feel a hand at my waist and it pulls me back into a chest. His other hand is splayed across my stomach, fingers spread out. His thumb pushes up my bra as his pinky flirts with my underwear. He rocks his hand pressing first thumb then pinky into me, like he’s asking up or down. My head falls back onto his shoulder exposing my neck to him and he takes full advantage. His open mouth moves right to that spot just below my ear and he licks ever so lightly. His legs are wide enough apart that my feet are between his and his knees are bent so I can feel his erection pressing into my ass. My hips are still moving to the music and I am suddenly so wet I can feel it seeping through my underwear.
I snap my head up and try to turn and pull away from him. He wraps his arms around me trapping my side against his chest. “Just give me a minute, Lisa. Dance with me for one song.”
I look up into his eyes and I see desire there but I also see something else, sadness. I search for a reason in his eyes. I slowly turn in his arms and place my hands on his biceps. “One dance and then I am leaving,” I say.
He moves his hands on my back one low almost on my ass the other between my shoulder blades. His fingers caress me and he says, “I’d like to take you to dinner so we can talk. We will probably be running into each other more often now and I don’t want it to be hard on either one of us. Let’s clear the air and go forward.”
Seriously what is he thinking! I can’t go to dinner with him. I wouldn’t last through the appetizer without either hitting or fucking him. I have to put him off, “No Bobby, I’m seeing Stuart and I don’t think that would be appropriate.” I start to pull away.
He pulls me closer, pressing my body against him, “My song’s not done yet. If you won’t do dinner with me, what about lunch? We can call it a business lunch. I would love your take on marketing my company.”
“You don’t need to market your company, Bobby. It’s already the best known security company in the city.” I look away from his eyes and see Stuart watching us.
“I really have to go now,” I gesture over to Stuart. “My date is ready to
Stuart takes the glass out of my hand and says, “Let’s go dance.”
Lady Gaga’s ‘Born this Way’ is playing and it seems apropos. I feel like I was born with this burning inside me. It has just been dormant for six years. It died that night and came to life again when Bobby walked into the room. I won’t be sleeping with Stuart tonight. I might be staying in his bed but we will not be having sex. Not with my head all filled up with Bobby. I did that once before and I will not do it again.
Stuart and I dance together. Stuart is white boy personified, he has no rhythm. At least he doesn’t act like he is good. He looks sort of embarrassed with himself. When the song ends he turns and starts leaving the dance floor. I turn the opposite way, knowing Jodi, Debbie and Patty are all dancing behind me. I join them and we laugh and move to take over the floor.
We make a circle and dance suggestively. It has been so long since we all danced together. April and Barbara join us and then we start calling for Joe. He is the star of the evening so we put him in the middle and take turns rubbing our bodies on his. I glance back to the bar and Fred is in hysterics, I think I see his cell phone out taping us. Joe can dance and is holding his own with us.
Suddenly Jodi is grabbed by John, “What are you doing?” She starts grinding on him.
“Having fun!” turning around she throws her arms around his neck and starts kissing him.
I start to move away from them to give them some privacy when I feel a hand at my waist and it pulls me back into a chest. His other hand is splayed across my stomach, fingers spread out. His thumb pushes up my bra as his pinky flirts with my underwear. He rocks his hand pressing first thumb then pinky into me, like he’s asking up or down. My head falls back onto his shoulder exposing my neck to him and he takes full advantage. His open mouth moves right to that spot just below my ear and he licks ever so lightly. His legs are wide enough apart that my feet are between his and his knees are bent so I can feel his erection pressing into my ass. My hips are still moving to the music and I am suddenly so wet I can feel it seeping through my underwear.
I snap my head up and try to turn and pull away from him. He wraps his arms around me trapping my side against his chest. “Just give me a minute, Lisa. Dance with me for one song.”
I look up into his eyes and I see desire there but I also see something else, sadness. I search for a reason in his eyes. I slowly turn in his arms and place my hands on his biceps. “One dance and then I am leaving,” I say.
He moves his hands on my back one low almost on my ass the other between my shoulder blades. His fingers caress me and he says, “I’d like to take you to dinner so we can talk. We will probably be running into each other more often now and I don’t want it to be hard on either one of us. Let’s clear the air and go forward.”
Seriously what is he thinking! I can’t go to dinner with him. I wouldn’t last through the appetizer without either hitting or fucking him. I have to put him off, “No Bobby, I’m seeing Stuart and I don’t think that would be appropriate.” I start to pull away.
He pulls me closer, pressing my body against him, “My song’s not done yet. If you won’t do dinner with me, what about lunch? We can call it a business lunch. I would love your take on marketing my company.”
“You don’t need to market your company, Bobby. It’s already the best known security company in the city.” I look away from his eyes and see Stuart watching us.
“I really have to go now,” I gesture over to Stuart. “My date is ready to