Slow Me Down

Chapter 23

Micah, Joe, Claudia, and Foster get to the dance a few minutes before the rest of the group. They get in line and wait for their peers. Foster stands behind C, hands on her waist and chin on her head. He loves how perfectly she fits against him. Claudia sinks into him. She can feel his muscular chest pressed against her back. She turns around so that her breasts are pressed against him. He smiles and gives her a kiss on her forehead before whispering in her ears.

"Not right now C. We are in front of our friends. We are literally at the school building. We can't do that here." Foster nibbles on the outer shell of her ear. C gets goosebumps.

"So. Why can't we have fun right now?" C whispers back. Foster knows that if they keep this up he isn't going to be able to keep it together for long. 'Are any of the classrooms unlocked during dances?' Foster thinks to himself, trying to think of a plan in case C continues teasing him like this.

"You know why we can't have fun. Do you get off on being a little brat? Does that make you feel good?" Foster smirks against her ear before placing a quick kiss on that spot. C has to hold her breath to keep from whining.

"Should we keep waiting or should we just meet them inside?" Joe asks impatiently, trying to get away from the lovey-dovey couple.

"I mean, I don't see why they wouldn't just be able to find us inside," Micah responds. Claudia nods, pulling Foster along behind her. Upon entering the gymnasium, waves of heat roll off the crowd of students before them. Foster and C leave their stuff at a table. C drags Foster into the crowd of dancing teens and pulsing music. Some girls are just swaying to the music, some are dancing a bit more provocatively for their partners. Foster snakes his arm around her waist, just wanting to hold her, feeling the beat from the floor. C wraps her hands around one of his arms, laying her head back against his chest, taking it all in. The smell, the sound, the heat, the movement. It's intoxicating. She turns to face him, standing on his shoes so her feet don't touch the floor, letting him lead her.

Foster just sways along with some of the other partygoers for a bit. Suddenly, one of his favorite songs starts blaring from the speakers. The crowd dissipates, only leaving those students that enjoy this type of music. Foster turns C back around, encouraging her to listen and mosh along. "I love this song. I didn't think they would play it at a dance like this, but I guess enough people are into it," Foster shouts towards C. She nods, jumping up and down. She shakes her head side to side, really getting into it. She closes her eyes to just feel the music as it moves her. Foster watches her. C's movements pull him closer. She takes his hand and they eb and flow, matching the beats of the music and the movements of the mosh. Everyone moves like one machine. Some individuals add their own flair, others just stick to a simple jumping movement. When the song ends, C allows Foster to hold her again.

A slow song plays, C wraps her arms around his neck, and he goes back to holding her waist. They talk about the dance, gossip a bit about some of the peers around them, and joke back and forth about who will go home with no shoes and who may not make it to their own home at all. They just enjoy each other's presence. Each relishing in the beauty of the other. Despite how good it feels to be dancing and held by Foster, something sits at the back of her mind, preventing her from fully enjoying the moment. Foster can sense that she isn't totally enjoying herself so he leans down to speak into her ear, wanting a more private conversation, hoping the music will cover their words to keep out unwanted listeners.