Traditions Ch. 01

Cheyanne couldn't help but laugh. "Ok, fine I'll go."

Hannah let out a long, high pitched squeal, causing Cheyanne to cover her ears to drown out the noise.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, just give me back my books."

Hannah all but through the books in her lap, causing the rolling chair she was sitting in to move back a few inches.

"I swear, sometimes I think your head might explode from all the extra studying you do." Hannah quickly whipped her hair and headed back over to the mirror to reapply some lipstick.

"Well some of us aren't on the seven year graduation track like you." She neatly put all of her books into a pile on her desk before standing up.

Hannah ignored the comment and put her lipstick back into her small clutch. "So how long do you think it will take for you to get ready?"

"I'm already ready."

Hannah did a slow take before asking. "Are you serious?"

"What?" Cheyanne looked down at the outfit she was wearing. "These are my comfortable jeans."

Hannah made a face. "I know, and while they do make your butt look good, your pants, along with those shoes and that shirt, are not good to go clubbing in. How do you expect to get any guys attention wearing," she raised her hand and motioned toward her friend's clothes, "that."

"Ok then, what do you suggest?"

Hannah looked at her friend, and after giving it a moment, a small light bulb went off in her head.

"I've got the perfect thing." Hannah quickly sprinted away to here room, leaving Cheyanne alone in a bewildered state.

She stood there for a few minutes, listening to her roommate shuffle around in her closet before quickly reappearing with a shiny, green piece of cloth. Cheyanne stared at it for a moment, before widening her eyes in realization.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes." Hannah smiled.

After thirty, long minutes and a hard struggle, Cheyanne finally stood before the mirror looking at herself in the small emerald dress. She couldn't deny that the color complimented her milk chocolate skin quite nicely. The shimmering effect of the dress made her darker tone even out, and made her seem alluring. She was a little surprised that it had fit her like a glove. She was sure the dress would have been a bit loose around the top area, given that Hannah wore a size D in bra. The dress, however, fit rather nicely, showing off just enough cleavage to be able to tempt any guy that walked by. Cheyanne did have her dislikes, though. The halter top dress was a little too short for her likening; barely stopping on her mid-thigh.

Hannah walked up behind her and looked at her friend in the mirror. "It actually looks really good on you."

"You think so?" Cheyanne turned from the mirror to look at her friend. "It's not too much?"

"No, of course not. Its perfect, and the shoes look great with it." Hannah said as she looked down at the shiny black pumps Cheyanne was sporting.

"Is my makeup good?"

Hannah merely laughed. "Of course, silly, I'm the one who did it."

She nodded her head and turned back to the mirror. Cheyanne couldn't deny that Hannah had done a remarkable job with her hair and make-up. She was able to create that Angelina Jolie, smoky eye look that most people tried to imitate and had done her hair up in loose Jessica Simpson waves. Running her hands through her thick locks, Cheyanne looked mesmerized as she watched her hair flow through her fingers like a black waterfall.

Turning around, Cheyanne tried to get a look of her back side.

"My butt actually looks big in this."

Hannah gave her a confused look. "Don't all girls have big butts?"

Cheyanne laughed. "Not always."

"Plus, aren't you from Dallas? I thought people liked to do things big over there."

"Yeah, well they try." Cheyanne turned around and looked at herself once more. "I look... amazing."

Hannah smiled. "I know. Aren't I brilliant?" Grabbing two purses from the bed, Hannah walked back and handed the black one to her. "Now come on, we don't want to miss out on all the cute boys."

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Delcan stared out at the sea of bodies that were moving to the rhythm of the loud music. Sweaty bodies gyrated to the beat, as they raised their glasses to the ceiling. Amongst the large group, were several good looking gypsy girls looking to have a good time. To his left, Aidan was effectively scoping out the crowd, looking out for two fine girls to go dance and chat up with.

Declan wasn't as stoked as he was when her first arrived at the disco. He had hoped that a night out with his cousin would help lift his spirits. But one look at the crowded night club and he knew the night wouldn't last long.

Aidan patted him on the shoulder. "Wha' bout that one?" He said as he pointed to a perky brunette in a be-jeweled pink outfit.

Declan shook his head. "No."

"Alright...what about those two." He pointed at the two girls closest to them. The cute blonds, most likely sisters, we shaking their bodies and gyrating their hips; desperately trying to get the two boys' attention. One of them even had the nerve to wink at Declan as he watched her dance.

"No. Not them."

Aidan sighed in defeat. "Come on mate, you've got to work wit me here. There's not a lot of girl's to pick from tonight."

"Not my problem. You're the one that dragged me here, remember." Giving his cousin one hard stare, he stood up from where he was leaning on the wall and started walking away. "I'm getting a drink." He shouted behind him, and head towards the crowded bar.

Hannah and Cheyanne walked into the large night club and gazed into the vast crowd of people. Cheyanne wasn't use to being in such a crowded place, and was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Hannah failed to notice.

"Isn't this great? This place is packed."

"Should we try to find a place to sit?" Cheyanne had to practically yell in her friend's ear in order to be heard over the loud music.

Gazing out over the thousands of heads on the dance floor, Hannah was able to find one table towards the back. Taking her hand, Hannah quickly worked Cheyanne and herself through the crowd and quickly grabbed the table before anyone else could.

"That was lucky. It's almost impossible to find table's when it's this crazy."

"I can see why." Cheyanne said and she looked out at the large amount of people.

Most everyone was on the dance floor, moving to the loud club music. There was a large crowd up at the bar and Cheyanne was glad that she wasn't particularly thirsty. The bartenders seemed busy, frantically moving back and forth. It would probably take a while for them to get there drinks if they walked up there now.

Staring out at the dancer's, Cheyanne couldn't help but notice certain individuals. Several groups on the floor were made up of scantily dressed girls, who were dancing quite provocatively within their small circle. All the outfits they wore were extremely short and tight, showing way too much skin then was absolutely necessary. They didn't seem to notice the odd looks they were getting and didn't really venture outside of their own groups. Staring at the strange girls made Cheyanne really curious.

"Hey," she inclined her head to one of the group of girls. "Who are those people?"

Hannah took one look at them and shrugged. "Probably some of the Irish Travelers or Romani people."

Cheyanne was confused. "Who?"

Hannah leaned towards her friend. "Gypsies."

Cheyanne's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah," Hannah nodded. "Most of them live right outside town in trailer parks. They're very secretive and don't usually come into town that often. This is the first time I've seen them here in a while."

"Do you come here often?"

"Only a couple times a month." Hannah turned and gave her a devilish smile. "Come on, let's go dance."

Hannah went to grab her arm but Cheyanne stepped back. "Oh no. The deal was that I would go out with you. I didn't say I would dance."

"Come on, didn't you ever dance at parties?"

Cheyanne crossed her arms. "Well yeah, but-,"

"But nothing. You are coming out on this dance floor with me and that's finally."

Catching her arm, Hannah yanked her friend from out of her chair.

"My purse?"

"We'll just leave them at the table. Now come on, stop stalling." Pulling at her friends arm, Hannah dragged them out to the middle of the dance floor and let go of her friend in the crowd.

Immediately, Hannah started to move with the music, lifting her hands up and moving from side to side. She was at home on the dance floor, and knew just how to move her body to gain the attention of the guys. Cheyanne on the other hand was like a fish out of water. Yeah, when she was in high school she use to go to some of the parties, but she was always surrounded by people she knew and would never feel stupid when dancing with them. Standing on the dance floor, surrounded by all these strange people, made her feel a little nervous.

Noticing her friend's apparent paralysis, Hannah turned to her and placed her hands on her shoulders.

"Come one Cheyanne, it's just a little dancing. You're not going to let these people ruin your fun are you?"

Turning her gaze to the crowd surrounding her, she realized that no one cared enough to notice if she was dancing silly or not. She was just being her ridiculous, insecure self. She wasn't going to be that girl tonight though. Cheyanne squared her shoulders and looked back at her friend.

"No, I'm not."

"That's my girl." Hannah gently nudged her and got right back into the groove she had started earlier.

Staring at her friend, Cheyanne decided she would try copying some of the moves Hannah was doing. Moving her hips, she began twisting her body in quick circular motions.

"Yeah! There you go, girl. I knew you had it in you."

Once she got her own groove going, Cheyanne gave her own devilish smile to Hannah.

"Let me show you how we do it back in Texas." With that, Cheyanne started moving her body and twisting her hips at a pace that almost matched the beat of the fast music playing. She almost missed the sound of her friend laughing next to here. Not having a care in the world, she simply closed her eyes and let her body move to the music.

Across the room, Declan had finally made his way to the bar.

"What will it be?" One of the men behind the counter asked.

"Two Corona's, please." The bartender quickly placed them in front of Declan and then went to go cater to another customer.

Delcan had barely gotten his first sip down when Aidan came bounding up behind him.

"Don't mess wit me right now, I'm trying to enjoy my beer."

"I know, but ya got to check out these girls down here."

Declan sighed and turned to his cousin. "I'm sure there about as appealing as the other girls we've seen tonight."

"Not these girls." Aidan quickly grabbed his cousin by the chin and turned his head towards the middle of the dance floor.

It took a moment for Declan to settle his eyes on the two girls, but once he found them he couldn't take his eyes off them. These two had to be the exact opposites of each other, but there dancing and there outfits complemented each other quite nicely. The blond woman in the short white top was quite cute, and the way she moved her hips was very sexy. But it was the woman in the shiny green dress that had captured Declan's attention. Her body moved so sensuously in the dress she was wearing. The material acted like a second across her curves. Her curves, oh, her curves were just perfect for him. Declan could already imagine rapping his hand round her small waste...before slipping them down across her full hips. The image his mind was conjuring up was causing the member in his jeans to harden.

Declan held his breath as she turned around to give him a good view of her back side. Damn, the girl had an ass; just enough to fill both his hands. Her raven like hair was flowing across her back, and he could just imagine what they felt like running through his fingers. Probably felt just like velvet. He couldn't get a clear view of her face, since she was angled away from him; but he knew that with a body like that, she had to be one beautiful woman.

"So what do you think man?" Aidan asked as he looked at his enthralled cousin.

Declan took a large gulp of his beer, before slamming it down on the counter.

"The girl in the green is mine."

Aidan chuckled. "Game on then." He took one last sip of his beer and walked with Declan out on to the dance floor.

Cheyanne had been dancing without a care in the world when Hannah decided to lean into her.

"Watch out. There are a couple of stud muffins walking our way."

Cheyanne honestly couldn't care. She had no interest in getting involved with someone tonight. She simple wanted to continue having fun, and enjoy the rest of her evening.

"Evenin ladies," One of the tall men said.

Hannah giggled "Evening boy."

"Mind if we dance wit you's lovely ladies."

Hannah simply nodded her head while Cheyanne ignored them. She watched for a moment as the tall blond one stood behind Hannah and began to dance with her. Hannah had said that there were two men approaching them, but Cheyanne had yet to see the other one. Obviously taking the hit, the other guy must have left when he noticed she had no interest in dancing with him.

Suddenly, she felt two large hands rap around her waist and pull her backwards into a hard body. She struggled for a moment until the hands loosened around her waist.

"Don't worry, dove. I got you." A manly voice whispered in her ear.

Cheyanne snorted and tried to walk out of the man's embrace. She was shocked to find he wouldn't let up.

"Come on, girly, just one dance." He breathed in her ear.

Realizing that this guy wouldn't let up until she let up, Cheyanne sighed and began slowly twisting herself against the man.

"That's it, dove, just like that."

Declan loved the way her hips were moving against his. Each movement was like a soft caress against his manhood. He couldn't help but let his hands wander over her body. Each curve that his hands passed over, he committed to memory. Taking his right hand, he brushed his fingertips across her arm. So smooth, he thought to himself as he felt her skin.

Cheyanne couldn't understand what this man was doing to her. It was like his hands were everywhere at once. The hand that ran across her arm, raised goose bumps on her flesh. She couldn't help but push herself closer to him, get closer to his touch. Twisting her hips more, she rubbed her backside across his front. She got a little excited when she felt a hard bump graze her lower back.

Declan had to hold back a groin when she rubbed her ass against his already hard dick. She certainly wasn't making it easy for him. Pushing her hair away from her shoulder, he leaned in and skimmed his nose against the crook of her neck. He loved the smell of coconut wafting off her skin, and it made him wonder what she would taste like. Sticking his tongue out, he hesitantly traced the tip across her shoulder. Mmm so good, he thought to himself.

Never had a gypsy girl turned him on so much. Where did this girl come from?

Cheyanne let out a small moan when his tongue tasted her shoulder.

"Ya like that, dove?"

Cheyanne couldn't manage simple words at the moment and could only nod her head.

"Ya taste really good." Cupping her face, he inclined her head to him. "Can I taste your lips?"

Cheyanne looked up at the rugged Adonis above her. She couldn't form words as she looked into the beautiful blue eyes of the man before her. Placing her hand at her back, Cheyanne could feel all the hard planes of his abdomen. Black hair fell in loose waves around his face as he looked down upon her.

Declan was completely mesmerized by this girl. The dark shadow he cast upon her, along with the dim lighting of the room didn't help in showing her face, but he could make out her beautiful brown eyes and her cute kissable lips. The small pouty look she gave him was all it took for him to lose control. He didn't even wait for an answer as he pressed his lips against hers.

She was in no way prepared for the soul shattering kiss this man was giving her. She felt completely shell shocked as small tingly sensation began to build in her lips and in her panties. Nothing else in the room existed at the moment. All the dancers in the room and the loud music in the room were gone, pushed back into the recesses of her otherwise occupied mind. Even the thought of her friend Hannah couldn't push itself to the front of Cheyanne's thoughts. All that mattered was the man she was kissing right now.

Oh God, Declan screamed in his mind, this woman tastes like heaven. Never had something tasted so sweet to him. Opening her mouth wider, he slipped his tongue past her lips. A small groan emitted from her throat, making his dick jump to attention. The strain he felt in his pants quickly made him realize just how easily he was losing control. Slowly, Declan released her lips and let out a small chuckle. This woman had reduced him to a mere boy in a matter of seconds.

"What have ya done to me woman?" he said in a husky voice.

Cheyanne was still panting heavily, with her eyes still closed. She was having a little trouble collecting her thoughts together. Suddenly hearing the loud music in the back ground, Cheyanne quickly opened her eyes. Had she completely forgotten where she was? She frantically looked around hoping no one had seen her horrible loss of control.

"I...I'm sorry," she whispered to him.

"Hey, are you alright?"

She couldn't look up at her Adonis now. She didn't want to him to see the look of embarrassment across her face.

"I'm sorry I have to go." She had spoken a bit louder that time, but her voice was still shaky. No doubt she was still shaking off the effects from that kiss.

Without saying anything else to the gentleman, Cheyanne pushed away from him and headed back to her table to collect her purse.

He was surprised, to say the least, that she had just up and left him standing in the middle of the dance floor. He didn't know what he had done to make her run away from him. But then it hit him. Oh, the way he had behaved was just horrible. Here he was, twenty-two years old, and he had treated the girl as if he was an eager young fourteen years old. He was ashamed of himself. His father had always taught him to treat girls with the utmost respect. Most gypsy girls were virgins, even at his age, and hadn't even shared a kiss with a boy before. Here he was practically mauling one in the middle of the dance floor.

He needed to catch up with her and apologize for kissing her in such a manner. But even as he went to take his first step, Declan couldn't help but think about how amazing that kiss was. Licking his lips he could still taste how sweet she was.

Damn it all, he needed to find her and grab her before she slipped out of the club. Any girl that could drive him that crazy, he couldn't afford to lose.

Reaching the table, Cheyanne took hold of the sides to steady herself and took three long, cleansing breath. Oh God, how could she humiliate herself like that? She couldn't believe that she had acted in such a way. Her family had raised her on high morals, and those morals defiantly didn't allow her to make out with some stranger in a freaking night club. She had to leave. As soon as she could find Hannah, she was getting the heck out of there. Reaching across the table, Cheyanne grabbed hold of her purse before being violently yanked away from the table.

"Ahh, hey, what are you doing?" She tried to wiggle out of the man's arms as he pulled her further back into the dark night club. "Let go of me!"

"Calm down." The voice whispered into her ear.

"No, let go!" She tried hitting him with her arms but he kept her arms firmly in place.