The following short story contains adult themes and suggestive writing, though it does not contain sexual intercourse. The story is not recommended for individuals who are not aware or comfortable with the topics of sex, seduction, or intimacy.

She slipped her driver’s license into the slim pocket of her purse, zipping it closed quickly before following the rest of the girls into the club. A few heads turned to stare at the small group as the lights danced across their white dresses. They headed towards the bar to order a new round of drinks, but by the time Meredith joined the group, the predictable batch of guys were already swarming, their wallets open on the counter.

“Hey baby, what can I get you?” Meredith smiled politely and pushed her gentle curls behind her ears. “A cape cod, please.”

“Right away sweetheart.” Her smile dropped away as soon as his gaze turned towards the bar. She hated it when the creeps called her cute nicknames. She already had a name that she liked; why couldn’t they just call her that?

“Thank you,” she said as she grabbed the clear plastic cup from his hand. His lips flexed as he formed a thought, but she spoke again before the sound could escape his lips. “We’re going to go dance. We’ll see you later.” Meredith’s smile grew large as she moved past him and scooped her arm under Sarah’s. The group fell into step behind them, leaving the boys at the bar, unable to decide on their next course of action.

The song changed to a mashup of the Jackson 5’s ABC and a not yet identified Black Eyed Peas track as they reached a small section at the edge of the dance floor. The group was all smiles and giggles, the alcohol in their system just enough to relax them and increase their dancing confidence. A new mix of guys was beginning to gather near the group in a semi-circle, debating the best way to proceed. Meredith was flinging her hair left and right wildly to the beat when she lost her balance and stumbled slightly, stepping backwards as her back collided with another body.

“I’m sorry,” the male voice said as she looked toward his curly black hair and into his hazel eyes. “It’s okay, my mistake.” She paused for a moment as she scanned his sharp jawline dotted with day-old stubble.

“Hello again daisy girl.”

In an instant, an echo rang out from the group of girls dancing nearby, “Daisy girls! Woo!” They chuckled together and Meredith acted quickly, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around her waist, tucking her body against his. She tilted her face towards him, her lips only inches away from his startled expression.

As Meredith let a smile play wide across her lips, she could feel the tension dissipate as his fingers relaxed, pressing against her skin through the fabric of her blouse. She let out a short breath of air and leaned into the chest of this stranger as she turned her head away from him again. Meredith had flirted with strangers before, and maybe it was the alcohol easing her mind, but she felt incredibly comfortable in his arms. She placed her arm over the one wrapped around her mid section and pressed tightly as she took a step toward a small table and set the remainder of her drink down. She could feel his arm releasing her as she stretched out of his grasp, but she held it tight to her body, always holding his hand against her. She quickly stepped back into his arms again, pulling him tighter around her.

The lights splashed around the dance floor with each pulse of the bass, but Meredith found the details of the music escaping her, replaced only by the constant beat and the arm wrapped around her. She kept her gaze ahead at her group of friends, dancing the night away, oblivious to her escapades. She flexed her hand and squeezed his hand with hers, awaiting the same response from him. Neither said a word, but Meredith could feel his breath deepening. She suddenly had an idea that manifested before she could second-guess it.

She took a deep breath, the pounding of the speakers echoing in her chest, as she pushed her fingers between his and took control of his hand. She slowly began sliding it down her abdomen, sliding it to the elastic edge of her loose white skirt. She teased his fingers carefully along the inside of the elastic, as hers curled and pressed, pulling the bottom of the blouse up and away from her skin.

A chill flowed across her neck as she felt him take a deep breath in at the feeling of her soft flesh on his fingertips. She could feel him resisting her urgings; good she thought, he’s not over anxious or expecting anything. Meredith looked down at his fingers, separating the fabric from the skin with the space of their hands, then looked back up at her friends as they continued their carefree dancing. She didn’t know what exactly was making her heart pound deeper in her chest with each passing moment, but the excitement was building at a fevered pace.

Meredith slowly separated her fingers from his, careful not to pull them away. She held her hand against her navel, awaiting his next maneuver. The wait was short and satisfying, as his fingers slowly danced along her waistline, sliding gently between fabric and skin. It was Meredith who took the next deep breath, bringing her arm up over and behind her head, slipping her fingers through his hair and to the back of his neck, her head tilting back to rest on his shoulder. His breath rushed out of him quickly, the warm arm racing down her shoulder and into the top of her blouse. She could feel the bumps form on the skin of her cleavage as the tiny beads of sweat grew cold in the rushing air. Meredith closed her eyes for a moment as the second idea flashed in her mind.

Meredith lifted her head and reached her arm back around again, taking his hand in hers as she stepped toward the outer walls of the club, pulling him along behind her. As she reached the wall she turned her body back toward him with a coy smile, pulling him around her body again as she had done before, but this time she leaned into him deeper, until she felt his body relax against the wall that pinned him.

She moved his hands back into place on the edges of her skirt and let out an inaudible moan as his skin touched hers once again. Upon contact, she withdrew her hand and placed it against his soft blue jeans. She quickly found his thigh and caressed it gently, matching the tempo of his fingers against her. She could feel his hesitation, so she squeezed the inside of his thigh each time his finger slipped slightly lower until he got the hint. As his fingers slipped deeper and reached the edge of her panties, Meredith brought her hand behind her back, caressing the outside of his fly with determined pressure.

She could feel him ever so slightly as she moved up and down the seams, the realization only quickening her heart rate even further. Meredith felt like this stranger was instead a lifelong lover, his every touch a memory of all the good times they had spent together. She had felt these moments before, on rare occasions, and could only describe them as bliss. The club and her friends didn’t matter in those moments, only the two of them and their dirty little game.

“Alright alright everybody, give it up for the DJ,” a voice came piercing through the speakers, invading her world like a hammer to a snow globe. Her hands quickly pulled out from behind her back as she spun around to face him. His look was full of awe and a moment of disappointment at the abrupt interruption. Meredith reached into his front pockets with each hand and quickly pulled out his iPhone. Pushing the button and sliding to unlock the screen, she added her name and number to his contacts as he stared at her in bewilderment. When she finished, she placed the phone in both of his hands, leaned forward, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away with a smile and rejoining her friends on the dance floor.

He stood there, watching for what seemed an eternity, before he looked down at the phone in his hand. He pushed the power button and slid his finger across the screen, unlocking it again. The contact name quickly filled up most of the screen: “Daisy Girl.”