Selena Kitt - Yank

“Oh, I’ve already had too much!” Julie giggled as she squeezed down into the chair between me and Will. It was crowded and there wasn’t a lot of room in here tonight. We all had to practically yell to hear each other.

“Then, by all means, have some more!” Will grinned. I raised an eyebrow at him and saw Julie checking him out.

“This is my friend, Will. Will, this is Julie Entwistle. We were in sixth form together.”

“He always tried to look up my skirt.” Julie gave me a sideways look.

“Did he now?” Will got a clean glass from the bar and poured her a draft. She drank half of it in a few gulps and then licked her lips.

“It wasn’t just me, you know,” I said, defending myself. “Rumor had it Julie didn’t wear any knickers. I was just trying to see if it was true.”

“And was it?” Will cocked his head at her, still grinning. Julie flushed but she was smiling.

“The truth is…” She leaned in and cupped her hand around Will’s ear, whispering something.

“Is that so?” He grinned over at me and then glanced down at Julie’s crossed legs, one tanned thigh over the other. I was wondering how she got so tanned, and that, too, reminded me of Dawn…in her bikini…rubbing oil all over herself…

“No fair,” I protested, nudging Julie under the table. “You can’t tell him and not tell me.”

“I just did.” She winked as she stood, leaning in toward Will again and asking, “Want to dance?”

He stood up and let her lead him to the dance floor while I poured myself another draft and watched. So much for getting laid tonight. Julie clearly already had a thing for my best friend, and in spite of her considerable assets, I still couldn’t keep my mind off Dawn. Thinking about whether Julie was wearing knickers tonight just made me remember the smell of Dawn’s when I picked them up in the washroom.

Christ, I was sick. I drank down the rest of my beer in three gulps and poured myself another. I needed to stop and I knew it. The only thing that could keep my mind off Dawn’s cunt, I reasoned, was finding another one to take her place. I glanced around the pub, checking out the prospects. Fact was, Julie was one of the prettiest girls there, and since I already knew her, that was quite spawny. I could even offer to take her home, since Mum had said she and dad wouldn’t be back until the next day-something about staying in a guest house overnight in Gatwick after some show.

Of course, that meant I was going to have to fight Will for her. I looked out at the dance floor and saw his hands already sneaking down past her waist toward her arse. Guess I was going to have to turn on the charm, I decided, downing another beer. I made up my mind, standing up and turning toward the dance floor, and that’s when I saw them. My height gave me a clear vantage point and there was no mistaking her dirty-blonde hair and the mischievous smile she gave him over her shoulder. It was Dawn, all right, leading Ken into the pub by the hand.

I sat back down, wondering if she had seen me, but she was clearly too interested in Ken. She stopped amidst the crowd for a minute, pulling his arms around her waist from behind and leaning her head back so she could say something into his ear. My eyes followed the long curve of her neck down the V of her white blouse, low-cut and showing off the tanned tops of her breasts. She had some red sparkly skirt on with shoes to match, like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, only I don’t think Dorothy had ever worn anything so short and tight.

I sank into my seat as they passed, sure she would see me now, but no-she was a girl on a mission, leading Ken toward the dance floor. She’d clearly come to dance tonight and wasn’t letting him out of it although I saw him give a lingering look toward the bar. He looked like he forgot all about it, though, once they were out there. I maneuvered myself in my seat so I could watch Dawn wrapping her arms around his neck, rubbing up against him as the music pounded. It was 80’s nostalgia night. Rick Springfield was wishing he had Jessie’s Girl, and I rather knew how he felt. They were snogging, pressed up close, and even as far away as I was, I could have sworn I saw Ken’s tongue in her mouth.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I poured myself another beer, finishing off the pint. I told myself not to look, but I couldn’t help it. Ken’s hands were massaging Dawn’s arse through her skirt, pulling up the material, and if it weren’t for the tables in my way, I was sure I could have seen her knickers. If she was wearing any. Was she wearing any? Fuck! I saw Julie dancing with Will a few feet away, laughing at something he said. I stood up and threaded my way through the crowd, going around so Dawn wouldn’t see me as I cut in between Julie and Will.

“You two look like you’re having too much fun,” I said, slipping between them and winking at Julie. I looked over my shoulder. “Pint’s gone, Will-your turn to order.”

He shrugged, heading back to the table, and Julie shook her head, putting her arms around my neck. She seemed amenable to the change in partners and I was relieved. Now if I could just focus on the girl in front of me and not pay any attention to the one behind me in the red skirt…

“So what have you been up to since sixth form?” I asked, my hands finding the soft curve of her hips. She was a little thinner than Dawn, but not too skinny, and I liked that. “Did you graduate?”

“With honours.” She nodded. “You?”

“By the skin of my teeth.”

She laughed. “Too busy trying to look up other girls’ skirts?”

I grinned. “Something like that.”

Julie felt good in my arms and when the music turned slow, she snuggled closer, putting her head on my shoulder, and that felt good too. It gave me a chance to look around, though, and that was a mistake. I saw Dawn and Ken swaying together in a similar posture-except Dawn’s eyes were open and she was looking right at me. Something inside me froze, seeing the way she was watching us. She didn’t make any sign of acknowledgment-she didn’t move, she didn’t even blink-but her eyes said it all.

“You feel nice.” Julie tilted her head up, her eyes half closed and sleepy looking. I could smell alcohol on her breath-definitely more than beer-and knew she’d probably really had way too much to drink.

“You feel nice too,” I admitted, letting my eyes flit toward Dawn once as Julie advanced. Dawn was still watching, eyes wide and blazing. Then we were kissing, Julie’s mouth soft, opening under mine, her body melting against me. I got lost in the sensation for a moment, I admit it, the press of her breasts against my chest, the curve of her hips moving under my hands. Even my cock responded, growing thickly down my thigh as we danced-that was, until I heard Dawn’s voice.

“Prick!”

I knew she was talking about me, even though it was Ken she left on the dance floor as she turned and stalked off toward the lav. The song was over and I stepped back, looking down at Julie.

“Listen, I have to take a piss. Meet you back at the table?”

“Sure.”

I passed Ken at the bar. He was standing there ordering a pint and didn’t seem too concerned about his date’s outburst. I found her in the lav, standing at the mirror between two other women, putting on mascara. I didn’t think twice about going in after her in spite of the wide-eyes of the girl in the pink training suit who was leaving as I burst in.

“David!” Dawn blinked fast, staring at me in the mirror. “What in the hell are you doing in here?”

“Uh, wrong room,” said the ginger next to Dawn, tucking her red hair behind her overly-pierced ears. “Blokes are down the hall.”

“Kenny Moore?” I sneered. “Like we both don’t know what he wants?”