“DANCING QUEEN”
LATER that night the same day, Lana's coworkers agreed to go to a bar.
At first, she didn't want to go. Whether she admits it or not, all day long she has been thinking about what Andrew said earlier that they will meet again.
And even if she didn't speak, she couldn't deny to herself that she was looking forward to the next things that might happen between her and the young man.
At the thought, Lana's face quickly blushed.
“The next day we will be returning to Manila. Don't be a killjoy, you are the youngest in our group but you are the most 'aunty' when it comes to behavior,” Rodora preached to her as they left the conference hall.
Lana sighed. "I'm just tired, Rodge," she reasoned yet somehow it was true.
“Of course, we'll just be there for a while. We can't stay long because the meeting is early tomorrow,” said Lerma, who holds Region Five.
That was when Lana sighed again. "O-Okay, it's like I still have a choice," she said laughing.
Lana just made dressing up easy. She wore a red dress that was a little above her knee-length. She paired it with simple red doll shoes.
She just let her hair down, applied thin make-up, and then went out to meet her workmates. Her steps were hurried, so she could not see the man smiling and watching her in admiration.
Contrary to Lana's expectations, she really enjoyed being with her colleagues. The band on stage played and sang so well that most of the people present, including their group, were immersed in dancing.
Lana felt at those times that everything around her was in perfect order. Or it is better to say that she is really in the mood to dance and dance because the truth is that, since she started working, only now has she had the courage to do something like this again.
Every year their company goes out of town, but in recent years, as Rodora said earlier, she is like an aunt or easier to say, an old maid. She could not understand why.
But now, she feels the same as when she was in high school and college that she was always the star of the dance floor. Inside her, she feels so light while accompanying the playing and singing of the band.
She feels that after many years of immersing herself in work, she has finally experienced what they call the "time of your life".
*****
BEAUTIFUL smile on his lips Andrew was quietly just watching Lana and her great dancing on the dance floor.
"Dancing Queen," he said then sipped the wine from his glass again.
That is true. It wasn’t because she was so beautiful wearing a simple red dress that she stood out in the crowd. But because she dances really well.
And since he had been secretly watching Lana for a while, he felt differently which intensified his intense longing for the young lady.
And now that he had a chance to see Lana in this situation. He could not deny that he was beginning to have illusions about her. The young man secretly laughed at the thought.
*****
AS they had agreed before, they did not stay up late because they had an early meeting for the next day. And since she didn't drink too much, Lana was able to return to her cottage safely.
The veranda was the first thing she went to after placing her bag on the console table in the corner of the room. But she was shocked when suddenly, someone spoke there.
A familiar voice that caused her nervousness to feel more intense now.
"Don't tell me you're going to sleep with your door open here?" it was Andrew who is now seating on the wooden ledge of the cottage.
"Goodness Andrew!" she exclaimed then placed one hand on her own chest. "Are you going to kill me in shock?" she added annoyed when she saw the young man holding back his laughter.
"I never thought that you were a good dancer," it was a compliment that warmed both of Lana's cheeks.
"S-So, you were there?" she said laughing at the young man who was now stepping closer to her.
Andrew shrugged his shoulders and then grabbed her waist. In shock, the young lady screamed.
"I followed you," he said, bringing his face close to hers so she could smell the wine on his breath. "You can be called Dancing Queen because of your skill," he said, and then in a seemingly teasing manner, he pressed his front into her.
Lana's eyes widened as a loud gasp escaped her mouth. "L-Let me go, please?" she said placing both hands on Andrew's hard chest as she tries to free herself from him.
The corner of Andrew's lip lifted at what she said. Then he bent down and his warm lips touched her earlobe.
“Do you really want me to do that, hmmm?” he said in a seemingly seductive voice.
"Please, you're drunk," she pleaded even though she knew that when his lips touched hers, she would surely be able to surrender herself to the young man.
"You know what my preferences are, don't you? You know what I'm referring to because you're a fan, am I right? But something else has happened to me since I saw you. And it got worse when I kissed you, Lana."
"Please, don't do this," she pleaded again even though she knew it didn't seem like Andrew has a plan to listen to her explanation.
“Your lips are not allowing me to get some sleep. That's probably the reason why even in my dream I'm still kissing them,” the young man replied instead and then pressed his lips to her cheek.
Lana let out a violent sigh due to the intense sensation brought to her by Andrew's warm lips.
“This is not right. I don't want to do something that I may regret in the end,” she said, trying to free herself from the young man's tight embrace.
Andrew laughed softly at what she said.
"Just be mine tonight and I promise you that you won't feel even a little remorse," he said in a determined tone.
Lana opened her mouth to speak but it was all cut off when Andrew finally took possession of her lips.
And just like she said a while ago, along with that fusion of their lips is the drowning of all the resistance that she had before. That's why she was also able to accompany the fury of the man's kisses to her, in an equal fire.
"Let's do it, baby," Andrew said as he released her lips while one of his hands moved between her thighs then gently squeezed there.
It was the first time Lana had experienced something as pleasurable and daring as that so she couldn't help but let out a glorious moan.
And because of her response, Andrew once again had a reason to repeat what he has done before. But this time his hand went inside her cycling shorts.
A delicious moan ran down Lana's throat again.
To the delight of that, she deliberately closed her eyes as she tightened her grip on Andrew's shoulder. She knew what he was doing. Andrew is teasing her, and even though she doesn’t admit it, she knows whatever his plan is actually affecting her.
“Let’s do it. I promise to make you come,” said Andrew who gently squeezed her femininity once again.
Lana bit her lower lip at what the young man did.
It's delicious, it's insanely delicious. That's why Lana has a hard time controlling the growls and moans from coming out of her lips.
“Yes! Mmnnn, don’t stop! ” without being able to hold back, the young lady ejaculated then pulled the young man's neck and then kissed him hard on the lips.
“It doesn’t matter whether you want sex or making love. What is important to me is for my long-held fantasy about you to come true,” she added after releasing Andrew's lips in between chasing her own breath.
A beautiful smile broke from Andrew's lips. He pushed the sliding door of the veranda shut, then he seemed to be running out of time when he pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard.
"Fuck baby, what did you do to me?" he said leaving her lips for a moment then started to gaze all over her face. He then took her hand and placed it on the object between his thighs. "See?" said as the corner of his lip rose afterward.
"Tonight, I'm yours," Lana said in a hoarse voice.
Andrew nodded then started unzipping her red dress. "I will never leave you unsatisfied."
She believes that.
So once again Andrew claimed her lips and without hesitation, Lana responded.
It was truly the fulfillment of all her fantasies about the young man. So there is no reason to hold back anymore. Because after all, she doesn't have the ability to control herself. Meaning to say, eventually, she will give in.
