September Tango

by Scarlett Jade

  Zoe groaned. “No. I really wanted to.”

  Amy shrugged. “I bet you did. By all that caterwauling, we all knew you were worse off than a cat in heat. But, make him wait for it. I didn't raise you to be a whore.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh for the love of God, shut up! I wasn't being that loud. He's so different.”

  “Yes, you were.” She snagged Zoe's Coke and took a drink. “Of course he's different, he's all grown up now.” Amy grinned, grabbing the bag of chips and munching on them, licking the salt from her fingers.

  “I never imagined he'd be into me.” She tapped her index finger on her lips.

  “Why the hell not?” Amy sat up indignantly.

  “Because.” She gestured at her body. “Seems to me that he liked 'em skinny and blonde before. Not dark and curvy.”

  “Baby.” Amy threw a hand up. “You are beautiful inside and out. You have curves that Marilyn Monroe would kill for, and all it took was the right guy to see it.”

  Zoe pursed her lips and shook her head. “I know!”

  Amy grabbed her nonexistent breasts and hollered, “I'd give ANYTHING to have tits like yours.”

  Zoe smirked. “Two busted eggs on a plate.”

  “Mosquito bites!” Amy giggled.

  Zoe sighed. “It's a shame he is only here for two weeks.”

  Amy nodded, munching on chips again. “Well, long distance can work. Sex sessions on Skype.”

  Zoe grimaced. “Eww... God.”

  Amy smirked. “It's fun.”

  She looked at her best friend in horror. “You've done it?”

  Amy licked one long dark finger, sucking the BBQ flavoring off before answering. “Um. Yeah. Who hasn't, besides you? Oh wait, you've been bumping crotches with Derek for what, four years now?”

  “No more, I can promise that.” She sighed and sipped her Coke. “He always tried to make me feel like shit. If he hinted at one more diet program I was going to castrate him.”

  “Oh good grief. You aren't 400 lbs. You know, I didn't want to hurt you... But he's been with everyone in town.” Amy murmured quickly before looking at the TV, squinting at the picture.

  Zoe raised her eyebrow. “I figured almost everyone had ridden that horse.” She shrugged.

  Amy looked at her quickly, her dark eyes troubled. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “Everyone.”

  Zoe laughed, the sound making her wince. “Come on, Amy. It's fine. I know he screwed a lot of girls. I'm better off without him.”

  Amy smiled and turned back to the TV. “Yeah. A lot of girls. You're way better off without him.” Her mood had suddenly changed and gone someplace dark. She stood abruptly. “I'm going to go turn in for the night darlin'. Sleep good, okay?”

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah. I'm just tired. Goodnight.” She left the room in a rush.

  Zoe looked after her curiously. What the hell? She sighed and snuggled down into the couch. She was barely awake when she heard her phone buzzing. She sat up groggily and rummaged through her purse, locating the old flip phone. She didn't recognize the number but answered anyway. “Hello?”

  “Zoe?” Her heart skipped a beat. “It's Calvin... I didn't want the night to end. Can you get dressed? I want to take you somewhere fun. I can't sleep yet.”

  “Okay. Where are we going?”

  He chuckled softly. “Just be ready in like fifteen minutes.”

  She slipped in her bedroom and found Amy snoring. She grabbed some jeans and a black tee shirt with a graphic flower design on the front, and a black lace bra. She slipped back out the door, went across the hall to the bathroom, quickly brushed and braided her hair, brushed her teeth and reapplied deodorant. She stripped down quickly to her panties. She hooked the bra in the back and adjusted herself into the cups before shimmying into jeans and pulling the top over her head. She slipped to the kitchen and jotted a quick note in case Daddy came in late or Amy noticed she was gone. She slipped her purse over her shoulder and pushed her feet into her sandals. She eased out onto the front porch and waited. She didn't wait long; he came up the driveway with the headlights off.

  She ran off the front porch, and jogged up to the passenger side door. He leaned over and popped the handle, opening it part of the way. She slid in and looked at him with excitement tinging her eyes. “Where are we going?”

  He smiled softly, making her insides turn to molten lava. “Do you trust me?”

  She responded without hesitation. “Yeah.”

  “Then trust me. You'll like it.” He drove out to the highway and headed into town. He grabbed her hand and held it, fighting the urge to grin the whole way. He meandered through the few sleepy streets of town, finally pulling into the bowling alley parking lot. Zoe looked at the clock on the dash of the car.

  “Calvin, it's midnight; they’re closed. Hell, they closed hours ago.”

  He looked at her and grinned wide. “Not tonight they aren't. I asked them to open it for us. I feel like you deserve a real date.”

  Zoe looked at him, her eyes going big. “What?”

  “The bowling alley is open for us tonight. Just me and you in here. My grandpa has some connections and got me the key. It's legit, the owner knows we are here. Come on.” He opened his door and got out, quickly sliding around and opening the door for her. “Come on, my lady, a night of bowling awaits.”

  Chapter Eight – Early Saturday

  She got up from the seat and looked up at him in disbelief. “I know how you were in school, Calvin.”

  “Those days are behind me. Besides, I was a regular customer here. It'll be nice to see this place again.” The two of them walked up to the entrance and Calvin inserted the key into the lock and turned it clockwise. With a click, Calvin was able to push the door open. He flipped the lights on and looked around. The old place hadn't changed much. Still brown and cream, with a gaudy disco ball and strobe lights hanging from the ceiling. Chipped Formica tables and yellow chairs stood on the floor in front of the glossy lanes. “What sized shoes do you need?”

  “Why?” She asked defensively. He shook his head.

  “For bowling shoes, Zoe, we are in a bowling alley after all.”

  “Oh, yeah, right,” she said, embarrassed. “I guess a size 10 then.”

  “Alright, I will return.” He walked behind the counter, turned on the strobe lights and made the disco ball spin. He then ducked down and emerged holding two pairs of bowling shoes.

  She looked around curiously at the light show he'd put on. “What's with the set up?”

  “Oh, you know,” he started, “Just trying to impress you with a bunch of smoke and mirrors.”

  She walked over to the counter, grabbed the collar of his polo and pulled him close. Her breath smelled like fresh peppermint. “You've already impressed me, no smoke and mirrors to it.” She gently pressed her lips against his, a feather soft brush that left him wanting. She stared into his eyes for a split second then let him go. She turned to walk away.

  “Come back here,” he said, grabbing her hand and jerking her back to the counter. She gasped softly as her midsection bumped against the edge. “Don't think you're going to walk away after giving me that pathetic kiss.” He caught her chin in his hand and slanted his mouth over hers. His lips were hot and smooth, a little stubble grazing her face as he kissed deeper. She expected a rough kiss after he had jerked her back, but the kiss that he delivered was smooth and hot. She gasped and his tongue flickered into her mouth, making love to hers, their mouths melding together. He took his time, slowly exploring and devouring her. She quivered with desire when he slowly sucked and nibbled her bottom lip. He gently pulled back and murmured, “Now that was a kiss.” She could do little more than nod.

  He turned and snagged the shoes, trying to prevent the grin that was spreading across his face. Damn, that was an incredible kiss, he thought. Good thing I'm wearing loose jeans. He caught her hand and they walked towards the lane he had set up. He handed her her bowling shoes before sitt
ing down beside her.

  “I hope you don't mind going first.”

  “Nope, I like going first,” she smiled cheekily.

  “Do you?” His voice rumbled across the table, smoky and smooth. She shivered again.

  “I do.”

  “I'll keep that in mind.” She realized very quickly he meant a lot more than just going first in bowling. After the shoes were on, she pushed back her hair, picked up her bowling ball and started to walk down the lane. “You don't need me to put the guard rails up for you, do you?” Calvin teased.

  She looked back at him. “I can do perfectly fine by myself, thank you very much.” She turned and threw the ball down the lane and watched as it went straight into the gutter. “Don't laugh at me,” She turned back at him, “I meant to do that.”

  He smiled. “Of course you did. I'm sure those gutters haven't been cleaned in a while.”

  “Fuck you,” She said playfully bending over to pick up her ball.

  He quickly walked behind her, pulled her up and turned her around until she faced him. Her breath quickened. “Name the time and place and I'm there.” He said softly. She gasped slightly at his words.

  “You couldn't handle it.” She quipped back.

  The heat from her breath made his cock throb. “Oh, I can last.”

  “Prove it,” She challenged, pushed him off before turning towards the lane. I'm already doing all I can not to fuck you right here and now, he thought. She readjusted herself before walking down the lane for her second attempt. She rolled the ball, this time successfully knocking down nine of the ten pins. “Let's see you do better,” she taunted as she walked past him running his hand along his arm as she passed.

  “Shouldn't be too hard to do,” he taunted, trying to shake off his now throbbing erection. He found it very hard to concentrate knowing that she was watching his every move. He slowly picked up the ball and set himself up to bowl.

  “Nice form you got there,” he heard her shout from behind.

  He looked over his shoulder. “I'll have you know that technique is everything.”

  “Is that so?”

  “You'll find out.” He turned back towards the pins, took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and attempted to roll the ball. It swerved towards the outer gutter, stayed on the edge of the lane and only hit the very last pin. He turned back and observed the cheeky smile on Zoe's face. “Yeah, still better than what you did the first time.”

  “Whatever you say.” She rolled her eyes. He walked back, picked up his ball and tried again. He hit the pin in the front, but two of the pins in the back remained standing as the ball went past. As he walked back, she was already walking towards him. “Looks like I'm winning,” she teased.

  “The night's still young,” he commented. His heart raced as she walked by, while his erection hadn't gone down at all. She picked up her ball, walked down the lane and rolled it knocking down all of the pins.

  “Yeah, take that, asshole,” she teased.

  He stood up and walked over to her. He stood in front of her, looked her in the eyes and brought his lips inches away from hers. “It's on.”

  “Bring it.” She smirked, pulling herself away from him. The temptation to rip her clothes off in the middle of the bowling alley continued to grow causing beads of sweat to form on his brow as he fought it. He shook slightly as he picked up his bowling ball, took another deep breath and stepped up to bowl. He tossed the ball down the lane and with the crash, the entire lane was empty.

  He turned back to her. “Now that's how you do it.” She stood and walked over to him. Without a word, she brought her face up to his. He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to push her too far for one night.

  “I haven't even gotten started yet,” she whispered. He stood still for a moment, his desire for her almost completely overtaking him. He almost couldn't stand the tension that filled the entire bowling alley, and he knew that she felt the same. As she picked up her bowling ball, he took it out of her hand and put it back down on the rack. She looked at him curiously and he took her hands into his. He ground his teeth, fighting the incredible desire that filled him.

  “You know what,” he said when he was finally able to form words. His eyes were pitch black and his jaw was tight. “I, I don't think I really want to bowl anymore.”

  “Oh,” she said nervously. “Well, um, what do you want to do instead?”

  “Well,” he spoke softly. He looked up, his eyes sparkling with desire. “How about we start with this.” He slid a palm into her hair, tilting her head back so her lips could meet his. He kissed slowly, and want pooled deep in her core. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back, angling her face so she could kiss him deeper. She teased her tongue against the seam of his mouth and he sucked the tip of her tongue, making her jerk and her nipples harden against the black lace of her bra. She groaned into his mouth then pulled back.

  “I want you. Now.” She bit her bottom lip, her white teeth leaving an impression on her full bottom lip he longed to lick. So he did, dragging the tip of his tongue across her lip in one slow drag. She gasped and grabbed his belt loops, pulling him in tight to her. He throbbed against the zipper of his shorts and he tangled both hands in her long dark hair and kissed her again, rougher this time, the rasp of his beard making her cheeks pink. He continued the assault down her neck, nipping and kissing, then licking the same spots. He could feel her blood thumping through her jugular and laved the spot with his tongue, back and forth, a wicked flicker that made her core throb in tandem with her breasts.

  “Do you like that?” He murmured against her neck, the skitter of his breath against her skin making her shudder.

  “Yes...” she groaned between clenched teeth. She drug his face up and claimed his mouth as hers. “I'm gonna give you something to remember when you go back,” she whispered between feverish kisses.

  “Fuck, don't talk about me leaving you right now, Zoe. It's bad enough I want to rip your clothes off and take you on that table over there. Don't remind me I don't get this much longer.” He ran his hands down her sides and cupped her ass in his hands, kneading the flesh there. She stood up on tiptoe, granting him better access and nibbled his bottom lip.

  “You want me?” She breathed against his mouth, the heat of her question more than he could stand.

  “Hell yes,” he growled, lifting her by her incredible ass. She twined her arms around his neck and her long lush legs around his waist. He carried her over to one of the tables and sat her down. She kept her legs twined around his. He eased a hand up to her breasts and she arched her back, pressing into his hand. She smiled against his mouth.

  “I don't bite... Unless you want me to.”

  “Do your worst,” he murmured back.

  She trailed her mouth down his neck, mimicking the torturous licks and nibbles he'd imprinted in her skin. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt. “This needs to go.”

  “We playing strip poker? I will lose clothes if you do.” His mouth tipped up, a dimple winking in his cheek. He bit his bottom lip as he waited.

  She tossed her wild hair back and shrugged. “Fine.” She peeled her black tee shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Her full breasts strained against the little black lace bra, her pink nipples visible through the thin material. He groaned.

  “You are beautiful.” He pulled his shirt over his head, it joining hers on the floor. She ogled him, her eyes hot.

  “No, you're the beautiful one.” Her wanton little hands skimmed his muscles, and they clenched involuntarily. She leaned forward and caught one of his nipples with her tongue. He hissed in pleasure. He pulled her face to his and kissed her deep.

  “I'm not arguing,” he breathed. “You're beautiful.” He brushed the back of his knuckles against her nipples, feeling them tighten and pucker to meet his fingers. She moaned, her head falling back. He took the opportunity to kiss and nibble her neck again. As he pulled the top of her bra down, revealing her incredible breasts to his eye
s, a flashlight shined in his face.

  “Well, well, well... Calvin Hall, starting trouble and you ain't even been home 24 hours. What am I gonna do with you?” The light flicked off and he pulled Zoe to him, shielding her from the eyes that danced with laughter.

  “Damn it, Tim! What are you doing? When did you become a cop?” He pointed at the guy he'd known since kindergarten. “Turn around. Give her some privacy.”

  Tim chuckled. “Sorry, man.” He turned around. “I been a cop now for about two years.”

  Calvin leaned in and brushed a kiss on her ear before murmuring. “Damn it, it's just not our night baby, I'm sorry.” He grabbed her shirt and helped her pull it on. She smiled uncomfortably before pushing him back and sliding off the table. She crossed her arms and stood there silently. Calvin grabbed her hand and squeezed it before pulling his shirt on. “Tim, you gonna ticket us? I got permission to be in here.”

  “Nah, I just saw lights on in here and wanted to make sure all was kosher.” He turned around and grinned. “You kids lock up the place. No more nookie in here, okay?” He slipped his flashlight into his holster and walked away whistling. The door clinked shut as he left the bowling alley.

  “I'm sorry, Zoe. I guess I should have locked the door.”

  Zoe smirked. “It's okay. My back was hurting anyway. Mind if we call it a night?” She yawned and stretched her arms above her head.

  “Yeah, I should probably get some sleep too,” he sighed. Nothing like a mood killer.

  Chapter Nine – Saturday

  She stumbled in the front door, the electric high of the night almost gone, exhaustion creeping in her bones. Daddy's truck wasn't in the drive still. I'll call Minnie in the morning, this ain't like him... She stumbled over to the couch, kicking her flip flops off along the way and collapsed. Her eyes closed and she dreamed of him.

  The phone was ringing somewhere. She tried to open her eyes but her lids felt like someone had put ten pound weights on each one. She groaned and forced them open anyway, the early morning sunlight filtering through the blinds making her wince. She came to awareness quickly, at about the fourth ring. The phone really was ringing. “Shit,” she muttered, stumbling through the living room to the kitchen, snagging her foot on the coffee table. “Damn it to hell!” She squawked, grabbing her throbbing toes and hobbling over to the phone. She snatched the receiver out of the cradle. “Yeah?” She croaked.