Untamed Desire

The Erotic Dance

The loud bang of heavily accented beats greets Seth and Abby as they arrive at Edward's. Abby can't get away from the raucous pump that smacks her in the chest. The noise is so loud that she can't even hear her own breathing, and the crowded environment is revolting to her; she's not used to it. She notices Seth swaying his hips towards his friends, whom she assumes are already tanked with an excessive amount of alcohol. They are dancing so wild like gyrating bodies against each other. That's why she hates parties. 

"Hey, Abby what a surprise!!!!!!" Leslie shouts at Abby inching her distance to make her voice be heard. 

" I'm hungry, help me get some food" Abby mumbles loudly to Leslie's ear.

"Okay, come with me," Leslie shouts and leads the way to the kitchen where the food is served.

Abby casts her gaze over the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Seth. He was here only a few moments ago. Her gay companion has vanished, most likely catching some cute boys all over. She sees Sam waving at her from around the corner as her head is busy pivoting in search of Seth. She simply waves back in a friendly manner. They already know each other anyways.

"Did you see where Seth go?" Abby glances back at Leslie as they are heading their way to the kitchen.

"Don't mind him, give him the freedom to enjoy, he's a grown-up woman now!" Leslie teases.

"I know, maybe food first before flirting and messing around to those whoever f*****g guys out there?" She applauds sounding displeased.

She piles an excessive amount of food on her plate, just enough for her and Seth. She never forgets to pick up some broiled tasted shrimps, which are Seth's favorite, as well as crab meats, which are also her favorites.

"Are you sure you can eat all those?" Leslie mocks looking at her plate.

"Probably, if I see Seth back there, we'll eat together," she says, making her way back to the living room in case she spots her best friend.

"You spoiled him a lot, didn't you?" Leslie says as she walks alongside her, a glass of beer in hand.

"Not at all," Abby says flatly. They take a seat at an empty small table in the corner. People in the area are still in a state of ferocious tolerance as they drink and dance to rock music. There are still no hints of Seth. What the hell happened to him?

"There goes your lovely Seth." Before she could ask, Leslie pointed her mouth in Seth's direction.

Abby sees him talking to Edward at the right corner nearby the stairs. She doesn't know but she feels irate about the glimpse of him with that guy, he's not even attractive.

After a few seconds, Michel joins them at their table, looking befuddled with a large mug of beer in her hand. Michel and Leslie are some of their coworkers at Innovation Marketing Inc., the company they've been with for three years.

"But what if he isn't gay?" Leslie asks Abby a question out of the blue. Abby looks at her, taken aback by the question.

She returns her gaze to Seth, examining his movements. Even though everyone knows how outspoken Seth is about his homosexuality, she has never seen him kiss a man. He probably hid it, or maybe he didn't, she doesn't know, and she never asks him. His right to privacy is important to her.

"What do you mean, S-Seth?" Michel joins in on the conversation, absorbing her booze consumption.

"Yeah, he just squandered the fact that I find him so damn hot. Looking so good like that," Leslie pauses purposing her one finger to Seth. " He will doubtlessly make women fall off their feet." she continues, her eyes half-closed in obvious tipsiness.

That was a daring remark from Leslie. Abby returns her attention to Seth, who is still talking to Edward and has most likely begun drinking. Great! An amassed proof is his hand clutching a glass of beer.

"Excuse me, I'll be right back." Abby excuses herself and marches towards Seth.

She survives penetrating the taut crowd before she appears in front of him. Furthermore, the loud sound that is still hammering her chest is intolerable. This is too much. She murmurs quietly to herself.

"I've been looking for you, have you eaten?" Seth smiles at the sight of her.

"How about you, darling?" He speaks while putting his mouth to her ear so she can hear him clearly. Jesus! Electrifying heat erupts all over her body without warning. He's done it before, but today she concedes it with a dirty definition. What in the world was that?

"Yeah," Abby answers detaching her face away from him. She looks at Edward, who has been watching her since she arrived.

"Hello," Edward says, a shadowy grin on his face. He appears to be inebriated as well. Abby simply nods in appreciation of a friendly gesture. She doesn't like him for Seth's sake.

"Excuse me, I'll just talk to Sam," Edward says as he looks to Seth for permission to leave.

"Yeah, sure," Seth says as if it's a mutual agreement. Their exchanged looks are sinister before Edward walks away, leaving the two of them alone.

"Is there already something going on between you two?" she inquires.

"You scare him," he says, avoiding her question and keeping his gaze fixed on Edward.

"Really?" she exclaims, trying to sift through what Seth is drinking now, and his best friend simply shifts it away from her.

"You should try drinking once, Abby," Seth suggests.

"Why? So I don't have to bother you with your own monkey business?" She hisses as she continues to reach for his glass.

"No, so you can experience the possibility of having s*x," Seth responds, laughing at his own provocation.

"You cretin!" Abby gently slaps Seth's face, prompting his hands to catch hers.

"You need it," Seth says, laughing as their hands continue to intertwine. Abby loses track of what is going on around her.  The loud sounds, the people drinking, and even the numerous hips grinding over a dirty dance. In her mind is his hand holding hers. She is engrossed in the gentle pressing of his hands to hers that she is likely to lose her balance momentarily good thing Seth is still clinging his hands to her.

"Let's dance?" Seth says placing his glass just by the closest shelf and dancing to the sound of music. She flares a 'no sign' just as he gracefully spins her around causing him to position her back.

"Seth," Abby says almost in hushed tones. She has no idea how she sounds, but she is aware of how Seth's body unintentionally rubs against her skin.

"Come on Abby, get some life," Seth says, encouraging her to match his vigor.

"Stop!" Abby responds, unable to explain the unusual pleasure his body is bestowing upon her. She indulges in a guttural amount of desire that is unfathomable to her.

Stop what?" He teases, still on his back, grinding his girth to the music, oblivious to Abby's growing desire for his taste.

For Christ's sake, the rubbing! She wishes to say it out loud.

Is he ever aroused by this torrid closeness? She wants to move back closer to feel his manhood or run her hands over his maleness to see if he feels erection from the way their bodies touch.

Her body is now weak enough to stimulate s*x right here, just as she had dreamed.

What do you think, Abby? Seth is a gay man. He's probably not feeling anything.

"I'm tired," she admits to herself.

"Are you all right?" Seth stops dancing as everything is just an ordinary thing.

Her thoughts scream. Do you really think I'm that good if I've already tasted you in my dreams?

"Yeah," she says quickly, looking away.

'You should get some rest,"  Seth says as he leads her to a place where she can breathe. This is becoming more serious. Abby thought.