God she's Beautiful.
I remember when I first met Chrystal. I was at a club that I like to visit from time to time, just standing at the bar drinking a Gin and lime and shrugging off the advances of baby dykes left and right. The heavy on the synth dance version of a popular pop song was blaring over the speakers and the dance floor was filled, looking almost like one giant wall of wriggling and undulating flesh. The music stopped, ready to shift into another almost identical techno tune, and the crowd of flesh parted as people exchanged partners or just left the floor altogether. She was left standing alone, her body still moving slowly to the long departed rhythm of the last song.
Quickly swallowing down the last of my drink, not even feeling the burn of my throat, I placed the empty glass down on the bar before walking to her. I was practically drawn to the sway of her hips in those too tight low cut jeans. Hypnotized by the way her waist length absinthe colored hair flew around her as she danced all alone. I approached her from behind as the new song began, placing my hand on the exposed flesh below her tank top and above her right hip as I moved in close and started to sway to the same rhythm that she was. I could see the corner of her pouty lips dart up as I leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"I'm Amber. May I dance with you?"
In answer she pressed herself backwards, her ass grinding into me as we both began to sway and move to the rhythm that only she could hear. Keeping my right hand on her hip I slid my left up and held onto the front of her flat stomach, pulling her tight against me. Her lithe body fit into mine like it was a custom made glove. Her head shifted to one side and I leaned in, kissing her right below the ear lobe. I could almost feel the beat of her heart through her perfect alabaster skin, mine almost dark by comparison. She smelled like cherry blossoms. I'll never forget her smell.
She was dancing against me with her eyes closed, her half smile a heady mix of innocence and all knowing lust. I held her against me long after the song had changed again and again because the songs really didn't matter to her. We were dancing to the long lost rhythm that only she could hear.
"I'm Chrystal," she finally whispered to me. I had to struggle to hear her voice over the music. Her accent was thick like honey, the drawl a surprise coming from this absinthe haired femme goddess before me.
"I'm glad to meet you Chrystal," I whispered into her ear. "Can I buy you a drink?"
Taking my hand from her hip she led me through the writhing masses on the dance floor and we took a seat at a small table near the bar. Chrystal tucked her legs beneath her as she was sitting down and her eyes stayed focused on the table, not a word was said until the waitress returned with our drinks. I couldn't help but stare as she took a sip of her soda, earlier I hadn't noticed the stamp on her hand that signified that she was below the age for alcohol.
"How old are you?" I tried to ask politely as I took a drink of my gin.
"Nineteen." I could still barely hear her over the music. "How old are you?" she returned my question, which was fair enough as far as I was concerned.
"I'll be twenty three in a few days," I answered while giving her a soft smile, our gazes locking.
"So are you used to it?" she asked me with almost no delay between my last answer.
"Used to what?" I answered.
