Free Boyfriend by Faye McCray Page A

music.  She leaned in closer.  “She’s on her way to her parents,” she said again.  I nodded, wondering if Kerry was telling her parents what happened.  I pictured her father comforting her and telling her how he knew all along that I was not who she thought I was.
    We were silent for a moment watching the party.  Jayna polished off her cocktail as I finished my water.  She swayed to the music, occasionally looking at me and smiling. 
    “You don’t like me,” she said, sounding more like a statement than a question.
    I looked down at her and shrugged.
    “Wow,” she said with a little laugh.  “Why?”
    “I don’t know you, Jayna,” I began, feeling slightly more sober. She pouted.
    “Do you want to?” she asked, her voice light and sweet. 
    “You’re Kerry’s friend.  If she still wants to be with me, of course I want to know her friend.”  I tried to sound as casual as possible avoiding looking at her and fighting the undeniable attraction I had begun to feel.
    “I love this song,” she said resting her glass on a table behind me.  She began dancing to the music and looking at me.
    “Shit, Nate,” she said stopping.  “You look like your puppy just died.”
    I laughed.
    “She’ll get over it.” She smiled. “I promise,” she added, her eyes widening with innocence. 
    She began dancing again in front of me taking my hands and moving them to the music.  I looked over at Phil who was watching me smiling.  I shook my head to stop him from getting the wrong idea.  He smiled wider. 
    Jayna danced in front of me as I bobbed my head to the beat.  She moved slowly at first allowing her dress to ride up on her thighs.  She caught me looking and put her hands on the hem, toying with it as she danced in a way that made it look as though she was going to pull it up.  Jayna was sexy.  There was nothing apologetic about the way she moved her body, she knew every angle and curve.  I watched as guys around me checked her out and other girls frowned and whispered to each other.  So did she and she loved it. 
    With each beat of the music, Jayna moved closer to me until she was inches in front of me.  I could feel the heat from her body.  Unable to stop myself, I placed my hand on her waist and pulled her a little closer.  Just that touch sent a thrill through my body.  She looked up at me surprised but moved with me keeping my hand against her waist and turning so her back pressed against me.  I put my other hand on her other side gently pulling her closer into me, allowing her to grind against me as we moved to the beat.
                  It’s just a dance, I tried to rationalize. Even if this got back to Kerry, it’s just a dance.
    Dance or not, I could still feel myself getting excited.  I watched her ass as she moved slowly against my tip.  She knew exactly what she was doing.  She leaned closer into me reaching her arm up and back, so her palm rested on my neck.  I wrapped my arm around her waist and leaned my head down, my face near hers.  She leaned back, her mouth inches from mine.  I looked into her eyes, and she leaned closer.  I wanted to kiss her.  She wanted me to kiss her.  I wanted to take her home, and I found myself wondering if she would let me.  This was dangerous, and I knew I had to stop.
    I laughed and pulled away, running my hand over my hair.  She shrugged and smiled, the playfulness still burning in her eyes.  She sauntered off through the crowd leaving me by the wall.
    “PLEASE tell me you’ve either hooked up with her before, are going to hook up with her in the future, or are okay with me hooking up with her,” Phil said walking up beside me with a bottle of water in his hand.
    “None of the above.” My mind was still reeling from what had just happened. 
    Phil looked at me confused.
    “That’s Jayna.”
    “Okay?”
    “Kerry’s best friend.”
    “Shit!”
    I took the bottle from his hand and took a big swig wondering what