Dancing in the Moonlight

"PTA is fine, my dude. Usually, Jess and I are the ones who have to be told to stop when we're out in public."

"Sounds like you guys will get along like wildfire. Kaitlyn loves to talk about sex, don't you Kait?" I asked rhetorically. Before she had a chance to interrupt, I added, "Tell them about that new whip you bought yesterday." Kaitlyn was lost for words and was stuttering trying to find a way to stop me talking. "I'm going to go get some drinks, I'll leave you three to discuss it." So off I went, leaving a defeated Kaitlyn with the couple, eager for the details.

I watched from the other side of the hall, smugly sipping away at my drink. I thought about the situation and how I was proud of myself for being able to take control like that. While it was definitely strange pretending to be a couple, the look on her face when I flipped the situation on her was worth every bit of anxiety she caused me. It was also nice to get back at her for earlier when she pulled my pants. I grabbed her ass hard and really pushed the boundaries of our physical interactions. As an added bonus, she had, as it turned out, quite a nice ass, so getting a good handful was very pleasing. After what must have been an awkwardly long conversation, she walked away and found me.

"Hey, babe," I called out mockingly as she approached.

"Hey, sweetie," she replied, through gritted teeth. She punched me on the arm, a smile still plastered on her face.

"Ow. Is someone a little...butt-hurt?" I joked.

"I will say I am impressed, Jake. You definitely took charge of that situation and came out of your shell a bit to get the better of me." She did a humble bow with her head as she said this.

"Thank you," I said smugly, while crossing my arms.

"Too bad you left the conversation though," she added, with an air of mischievousness.

"W-what do you mean?" I replied, suddenly losing the smug attitude as my arms fell to my sides.

"Well, I told them all about how you like to be dominated and how you said you've 'never felt a more pleasurable pain' than the sting that whip produces," she said, in a very mocking voice.

"Fuck," I said, realising I had badly lost the little game we were playing.

"Well, you did grab my ass," she said in an apathetic tone.

"Well, you kissed me," I retorted.

"A peck on the cheek vs. a slap and squeeze on mine? I don't think they're equal," she whimsically replied.

"You did dack me earlier, remember?" I rebutted, "So, surely, me grabbing your ass was equal to those two."

"You make a good point," she responded truthfully. "I guess you get a free pass next time then," she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Ooh, well in that case, I have never touched a girl's boob before," I joked.

"You wouldn't dare," she responded candidly, goading me to prove her wrong.

It had only been a joke, but a part of me really did want to reach out and touch her after I said that. I looked down at her chest with a sexual gaze; a gaze I had never used before. They looked touchable. Just big enough to fully fit into my hand. They looked perky and free in her outfit. How had I not noticed how they bounced before? I'm sure I must have noticed, but didn't notice at the same time. She is my friend and I've never thought of her in a sexual way before. The same way a sister might go braless before bed, you notice without noticing, and only ever look them in the eye. I have always looked at her as my friend, choosing to look inside her soul, rather than at the shape of her body.

I looked up into her eyes. She had a shy beauty as she stood before me. I realised there was a silence between us that was able to drown out the entire crowded hall. She looked away into the distance, lost in thought. A small smile curled at her lips, as she turned away. As I was lost in my own thoughts, she began to sway at the hips. Silently dancing to the rhythm of her mind, oblivious to the world around her. She looked back at me. I felt a strange tingle of nervousness in my stomach. She had looked at me 1000 times before, and yet, something felt different this time.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I know it's outside of your comfort zone. I've enjoyed it," she said quietly, a tone of sincerity behind her words.

"Thank you for making me. I've enjoyed it too," I replied, a little surprised that what I said was genuine.

"We can go if you want. I know you'd prefer to go home."

"We just got here. And you've barely even danced," I selflessly reasoned.

"It's free entry. It doesn't matter when we leave, as long as we had a good time."

"True." I respond, "But do you want to leave?"

"I'm happy to leave if I can still hang with you," she smiled. "Unless my boyfriend wants to dance with me a little bit?" she asked hopefully.

"You know how I feel about dancing. Besides, I can't dance," I answer, a tone of disappointment in my voice.

"Well, if you pretend to be my boyfriend still, we could dance together and it will be easier for you," she offered.

"I'm not sure how that would be any better," I responded, not seeing any difference.

"For starters, we can stay right here, away from the dancing crowd, where no one will watch you. And secondly," she gently took hold of both my hands, "couples hold hands when they dance. So, you can just follow my movements." She smiled at me, which brought me comfort.

"I will try," I said meekly. I was nervous but she did a good job of making me feel relaxed. I felt safer holding her hands. They had a warmth to them--a feeling of connection--that made my chest feel lighter.

She moved my hands around silently. Our eyes locked as we swayed with the sound of the music around us. We flowed with the music, gently staying in time with every second beat. She raised my hands up and out and my body followed. We danced in a small, private circle, existing in our own world. Kaitlyn smiled her beautiful smile as she watched the tension leave my body. For a brief moment, I was able to only focus on her.

"This isn't terrible," I thought to myself. "I love having her as my best friend." I wanted to say something nice to tell her how I was feeling but couldn't find the right words.

"This is nice," I said softly.

"This is dance emotion, Jake," she cooed. "Can you feel it?"

"Yeah," I said, looking directly into her chestnut eyes. I looked deep inside her and into her soul. I felt our connection, our friendship. I saw that I meant the world to her. "Thank you, Kait," I said sincerely.

"For what?" she asked.

"You can always make me feel comfortable even when I don't think it possible. You mean so much to me." Kaitlyn smiled a brilliant smile and drew me in for a hug. I welcomed her embrace and we stood there holding each other. Her head rested on my shoulder and my hand gently held the back of her head. I noticed how soft her hair was and ever so slightly let it slide through my fingers. She breathed in deeply and nudged her head on my shoulder. We stayed together until the music faded into a new song. We released each other slowly.

"That was the best hug you've ever given me," she said, enchanted.

"Yeah..." I replied, realising that I didn't force it to stop.

Squeezing my hand, she said, "Thanks for dancing with me, Jake. I loved it."

"Maybe we can do it again, sometime," I said, making her smile. "Want to go? You can stay at my place tonight," I offered.

Gently, she replied, "Sure. I'd like that."

*****

We arrived at my place in the late evening. Kaitlyn wasn't prepared to stay over but that wasn't an issue. We stay over at each other's houses all the time. We even keep a spare change of clothes or pyjamas at each other's place for this very reason.

"Let's stay in my room tonight," I suggested.

"What for? Don't you like the couch anymore?" she asked.

"We can play games on my Xbox in my room. And we can just fall asleep whenever we want as I will already be in bed."

"And where am I sleeping? Can your bed fit us both?" she giggled.

"You can sleep on the gaming couch. I doubt it will be any less comfortable than the lounge room couch," I offered.

"Yeah, we can do that. I'll probably fall asleep while talking to you."

"Good. You have a shower while I set up the couch."

As I finished preparing her bed, I heard Kaitlyn call from the shower, "Hey, Jake!"

"What?" I called in reply.

"Jacob!" she yelled.

"What!?" I answered, heading to the door.

"I can't hear you. Come here."

As I rounded the corner I asked, "Whad'ya want?" but stopped where I stood. Kaitlyn was sticking out from the door dripping wet. Her head poking out the door. One hand was holding the door shut, the other was placed over her breasts; protecting her modesty.

"Wow," I thought. Her face was flushed from the heat of the shower. While she was doing a decent job of covering herself, I couldn't help but look at her exposed skin. Each droplet of water shone on her smooth skin as it slowly cascaded down her body.

"Why are you naked?" I asked with curiosity.

"I'm having a shower, dumbass," she retorted.

"Yeah, but why did you call me?" I continued.

"I need a towel. I forgot to get one."

"And I'm the dumbass," I quipped. I went to the cupboard and fetched her a towel. I brought it back and threw it to her. "Here, dumbass. Did you forget where they were?" The towel fell short and landed at the base of the door.

"Thanks," she muttered, as she went to pick it up. She bent down over the towel and her hair hung low over her face. She released the door and reached for the towel. This caused the door to move a little and open briefly. A small squeal escaped her as she hurriedly picked up the towel. I only laughed at her clumsiness. The door exposed her but didn't reveal anything. She was bent down low so I couldn't see anything as her legs were tight shut and blocking the view. Her hand managed to stay over each breast so nothing major was seen. I did get a nearly full-body view of her for a brief moment, however, as she bent down to get the towel. She looked very cute as she flustered about, trying to conceal herself and pick up the towel at the same time.

She giggled with embarrassment and squealed as she shut the door. "Don't worry! I didn't see anything important!" I called out to her. "I only saw the side of an ass cheek and a very embarrassed girl!" I teased. Her only response was to squeal at me long enough to turn it into a yell. I laughed at her dismay.

I returned to my room and started searching for a game we could play. As I searched, the door opened behind me. "Hey, sexy," I teased, without turning around, "Got clothes on yet?" I turned to face her; she was standing at my door in a towel.

"Well...not yet," she said, timidly. Seeing the questioning look on my face she answered, "I also forgot to bring any change of clothes in with me. Don't say it!" she cut me off, "I'm a dumbass. Now can you get my spare pyjamas?"

"Sure," I answered, shaking my head in disbelief. I fumbled through my drawers, but struggled to find her clothes. "Um...did you replace your set after last time?" I questioned.

"Oh, shit," she replied.

"What do you want to do?" I asked, trying to think of a solution. "Can you wear your old clothes?"

"I'd rather not," she responded, "They wouldn't be very comfy to sleep in."

"Hmm...well I doubt the towel will work much better," I joked, to which she chuckled nervously. "Why not just wear some of my clothes? Can you at least recycle your old underwear?"

"I guess that will have to do," she said, gratefully.

"Here, have these sports clothes."

Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Got anything better, like an old shirt or something?"

"Trust me," I said. "Sports clothes are the comfiest clothes. I wear them to bed, too, sometimes." I reconciled. "I'll let you get changed then." Taking my towel off of my hook, I left the room. I turned to see her bending over my bed, grabbing the clothes, her towel riding up high over her back thighs. They had a nice toned shape to them.

She turned to face me and said, "Well go, already," as she caught my eye. I nodded and left the room. As soon as I left, I heard her towel drop to the floor. Surprised at how comfortable she was, I left without closing the door to avoid seeing her change.

After my shower, I returned to my room to see her sitting on my bed with her back to me, enthralled in a game. I, wrapped only in my towel, cleared my throat, "Hey. I need you to leave. I have to get changed."

"I'm in the middle of something; I can't pause right now," she said, distracted.

"I can't get changed in front of you!" I argued.

"I won't turn around, I promise," she said quickly. "Just don't make me lose this match."

"You'd better not," I snapped at her. I gingerly moved to my bed and retrieved my pyjamas from under my pillow and retrieved some underwear from my dresser. Standing far away at the other end of the room, I stood directly behind her and looked down at the towel around me. "This is weird..." I said, unsure of myself. I quickly dropped the towel and started putting on my underwear--a little too quickly. I nearly fell over.

Giggling, Kaitlyn asked, "Did you fall over or something?"

"Shut up," I grunted, through my embarrassment. I finally got my underwear on and stepped into my shorts. As I pulled them up and stood tall, I looked over at her and briefly saw the reflection of her eyes, and mine, on the screen. They didn't look focussed on me, and the reflection only lasted a few seconds as she was moving in darker areas of the game. Feeling self-conscious, I slipped on my shirt and flopped onto the bed with a sigh.

I stared absently at the ceiling until my train of thought was interrupted by Kaitlyn shouting, "Yes! I won!" She turned around and beamed at me. "See? This is why I couldn't pause. Totally worth it!"

I looked at her and saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Woah," I thought. "Why isn't she wearing a bra underneath my shirt?" My amazement soon turned into butterflies in my stomach as I saw the shape of her breasts. Kaitlyn's hair had left wet patches on the front of her shirt, which caused the fabric to stick to her boobs. I could even see the faint outline of a nipple on her left breast.

"Why aren't you wearing a bra?" I asked, without thinking.

"Pardon?"

"Ah...um..." I stuttered.

"I never wear a bra to bed. You've known this for years. Why are you asking now?" she quizzed.

Shocked, I thought to myself, "What? Years? That can't be right. I've never noticed them before. Surely, I would have; it's obvious. They're right there, looking at me."

"Um...I guess I never noticed before. Sorry," I added, timidly.

We moved on from the awkward conversation and played games together. When we had enough of that, we chatted until we became tired.

*****

I awoke the next morning, unsure of when I fell asleep. As I looked around, I realised I must have fallen asleep talking to Kaitlyn, as I was still wearing my pyjama shirt, and the fan was only on half speed. I always put the fan on full speed just before I go to sleep. I turned to face Kaitlyn on the couch. She was fast asleep. One leg stuck out from under the covers; my footy shorts riding up on her thigh. Her face was squished into her hand, giving her an unflattering look that only someone in a deep sleep can have.

"Cute," I thought to myself. As I watched her laying there peacefully, I had the urge to be with her in some way. I couldn't quite understand it. I wanted to hold her, or maybe just lay beside her. I settled down awkwardly next to the couch and laid my head on the couch cushion and beside her head. Her other arm lay draped over the edge of the seat and hung over my shoulder.

As I passed the time by scrolling through social media, I found myself resting my head against her arm and letting it rest on my collar bone. I felt her body shift and her arm move more purposefully from over my shoulder to hold me.

With a long yawn, she greeted me sleepily. "Oh...good morning."

"Mornin'," I replied.

"Sleep well?" she asked, still sounding sleepy.

"Yeah, I did. I think I passed out last night. Is that true?"

"Yeah..." she yawned. "But I made sure you were all tucked in," she said cheerily.

"Aw, you are too kind," I replied with an affectionate voice.

She let out another loud yawn and declared, "I'm too sleepy to today. Todaying requires energy." With that, she rolled off of the couch and landed on me, and the floor, with a thud.

"Hey!" I said, laughing at her playfulness. She wedged herself between me and the couch and dragged the covers down with her.

"Ah," she said, smacking her lips, "it's real comfy down here. You're like a big teddy bear." As she said this, she wrapped her hands around my waist and curled around my body--her legs on one side of me, her head on the other.

"You're a child," I laughed at her.

"You're a pillow," she rebutted, and continued to twist herself into increasingly uncomfortable positions. She squirmed and squirmed until she had rotated all around me and was laying over my lap, eyes still closed, arms still holding onto my waist. She looked up into my eyes with a big smile spread across her face and said, "You don't think I'm annoying, do you?"

"You? Never," I replied sarcastically. She made her lip quiver and gave me puppy dog eyes.

"You're a mean pillow," she said, like a child who's angry at a parent for saying no to buying a new toy. She continued to lay on me regardless of her apparent disdain. She gripped my thigh like a stuffed animal and wrapped her legs around my leg. Her head rested gently on my lap. She sighed a deep, comfortable sigh, and closed her eyes. I had to admit, she looked pretty cute.

"Maybe too cute," I thought, as I felt a twitch below her head. "Oh no!" my internal voice exclaimed. I felt too much down there. I didn't want to risk an erection with her head on my lap.

"Hey...ah...Kaitlyn?" I asked, rather timidly. Her eyes opened in response. "Can you please get off my leg?" Her face changed, saddened by my request, unsure of why my attitude shifted.

"Don't you want to be my pillow?" she asked, hoping to keep the game going.

"It's not that," I said, trying to find the right words, "I just think we should get up now." I was desperately trying not to tense any muscles below. Strange how easy it is to not clench your dick when going about day-to-day life, but the moment an erection is looming, it becomes nearly impossible.

I couldn't help but tense and it caused my dick to rise gently. I could feel the slight strain of my underwear against it. I was almost at half an erection. Luckily, at this point, Kaitlyn decided to let go of my leg. Maybe she understood. I couldn't quite tell, but she didn't seem so sad anymore. More cautious. As she rose, I saw two little bumps forming on her shirt where her nipples were. They poked at the fabric and appeared to harden.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"I dunno. I don't have any plans."

"Maybe we go to your place? Get you out of those clothes?" I suggested, trying to ignore the accidental innuendo.

"Yeah. Ok. After breakfast," she said with a cheerful voice. She jumped up, did a twirl, and left my room for the kitchen. I couldn't help but notice just how much her boobs bounced as she energetically jumped out of my room.

*****

We spent the day and most of the afternoon relaxing at Kaitlyn's place. Growing bored, and a little restless, Kaitlyn suggested we go for a walk. Her house isn't too far away from the beach so we decided to walk to the beach and down the esplanade. As day turned to night, we stopped for food by the jetty. The sounds of sea birds and the gentle rolling of waves hitting the beach made a relaxing atmosphere. We found a quiet spot on some rocks overlooking the ocean, and sat peacefully watching the waves roll by. We stayed there watching the moon rise above the ocean late into the night. Our conversations drifted in and out like the waves.