Twenty-One

Twenty-One
Chapter 3
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"We aren't actually dancing. You're just spinning us around in pointless circles." Francesca told Jonathon as they revolved in small, concentric circles in the limited space on the dance floor. The couples around them were all dancing closely, their bodies keeping in time with the music.

Jonathon however, had a tight grip on he,r his arms around her waist as he rotated them around in small circles.

"This is the most I can mange right about now." Francesca looked at her watch.

"It's only eight. You shouldn't be this drunk yet." She told him.

"It's my birthday and I'll do what I want." Jonathon demonstrated his point by moving one of the hands that was on her waist. He slid it up her stomach to fiddle with the neckline of her halter neck. His fingers seemed unnaturally pale against the bright, vicious red of her shirt.

"Are you drunk enough yet?" He asked as he pulled her closer still, her chest squashed up against him.

"You're a charming fellow, has anyone ever told you that?" Francesca answered as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"On numerous ocasshions. I'm a charmer." He told her, his expression completely serious.

"I was being sarcastic."

"I wasn't. But seriously though. Are you drunk enough yet?"

"For what?" She asked as he dug the fingers of his left hand into her hips.

"For me to grope you without offending your feminist sensibilities." Jonathon spoke slowly to get the sentence out properly.

"Where?"

"Your tits, hopefully."

Francesca contemplated it for a moment, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as she thought. She sighed before eventually replying

"Grope away." She told him.

"For real?"

"Sure, why not. It's been a while since I got some."

"For real?"

"Just don't get overly grabby. A little light touching is okay, over the clothes only."

"Of course over the clothes only." Jonathon dragged his hand up to cup her breast through the fabric of her shirt. He squeezed lightly, frowning as he felt the soft padding on her bra.

"You have nice lips." Francesca told him, bringing her hand up to drag her finger tips along his lip. He pushed his tongue out from between his lips to lick her fingertips as he dragged her closer by her belt loops.

"Thanks." He murmured, his lips moving against her fingertips. Francesca moved her fingertips along his jaw and moved her hand back to cup his neck, dragging his head down to kiss him.

Jonathon had soft, full, feminine lips. Francesca was actually envious, cringing against his lips as she tasted whiskey on his tongue. Jonathon pressed his body closer towards her, his hip digging into the soft flesh of her stomach. Francesca felt her knees buckle as Jonathon leant forward, his weight forcing her back a little.

"Sorry." He murmured as he pulled away.

"It's okay." She told him, brushing some of his blond hair out of his face.

"Look." Jonathon brought his hand up from her waist to cup her chin. He gently turned her head to the side directing her gaze away.

"Is that Lily?" Francesca asked as she watched what appeared to be her cousin entwined in a rather brutal embrace with the blonde that had asked Lily to dance.

"Lily and Heather a friend of mine." Jonathon told her releasing her chin so he could receive the bottle of Jack Daniels handed to him by a nearby friend.

"Hopefully she's a real one this time." Francesca muttered, slapping his hand away as he gave her breast a rather rough squeeze.

"Yes, my sister is a bitch." Jonathon untwisted the lid off of his bottle and threw the bottle cap aside before taking a long gulp of the amber coloured liquid.

"I'm sorry, but your sister was yet another bi-curious bitch who broke my cousin's heart." Francesca took the bottle from him and took a careful sip.

"So it happens a lot then?"

"What? Girls pretending to be lesbian to 'try it out' or to make someone jealous? Yeah, and Lily tends to fall hard and fast."

"Well, Heather's a bartender at the club I work at, it pays to be versatile."

"I just worry about Lily is all." Francesca took another mouthful of Jack Daniels and was about to take another when she noticed the weird look Jonathon was giving her.

"What is it?" She asked.

"You like Jack Daniels?" He asked.

"Yes, yes I do." She took a long, satisfied gulp, finishing the bottle.

"Can I get you another?"