Infatuation
I N E X O R A B L E
Harry had the will to do anything and everything he could fit in the next two weeks, however, not only did he not know anything about the island he was in, but he also didn’t have any money. For now, all he could do was help Joselyn feed her grandmother. They chatted happily as she did the dishes and he cleaned up the table afterwards.
“You’re definitely the worst tourist I’ve ever met,” she joked with him as she worked. “No Spanish knowledge, no research about what you can do around here, and no money! What were you thinking?!” She added with a laugh.
“I had money! I just used it all!”
“Dong what?” She questioned as she finished with the dishes. She then picked up the pots and pans she had used to cook lunch, and began cleaning them as well. She accidentally hit the faucet, which was already faulty, and it fell off, splashing her face and chest with water. She hastily stuck the faucet back into its hole. “This damned thing!”
“Layla said it was a good idea to get presents for pretty much her entire family, said it was a tradition or something. Let me help you with that,” he said sweetly, grabbing some paper towels from the dining table and patting Joselyn’s face tenderly with it. He then began innocently patting her chest, but a look from her made him stop immediately, realizing the area he was approaching. He apologized shyly and handed her the paper towels.
“It’s okay, thank you,” she said sincerely with a smile. Harry is very sweet, and strangely innocent, she though. “She totally fooled you, by the way.”
“Oh well. Too late now. I wish I’d met you before anything happened.” He leaned against the counter next to her, quietly admiring her figure. He couldn’t help himself, she was stunning. She was wearing a white crop top with high waisted shorts. The area in which the water fell on her chest accented the shape or her breasts, but his attention wasn’t there, at least not the entire time. He studied her face a lot, thinking about how beautiful her features where. Her lips, rounded and full, looked delectable, and the way she’d give him side glances now and then drew him in even more. He was very attracted to this girl.
“Harry, you’re staring,” she pulled him from his trance. She was kind of enjoying the attention, especially since it came from such a handsome, well-mannered man. If they’d met in different circumstances, she’d definitely hit that.
“I’m sorry.” Apologizing seemed to have become his new catchphrase. “You’re very beautiful, you know?” Joselyn looked at him, an adorable blush covering her cheeks.
“You’re not too shabby yourself,” she said with a smile. “So, what would you like to do tonight?”
“Well, I was hoping you could help me with that, honestly.”
Joselyn was done with the cleanup, so she went to the living room to sit down, dragging Harry along with her. “We could go dancing!” She suggested happily. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind having these hips grinding on you, judging by the way you look at me,” she teased.
Harry shook his head with a smile, “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I hope I don’t make you feel uncomfortable.” Joselyn shook her head. “Good. But yes, I’d love to go dancing with you. Although I’m sure I won’t know how to dance your music at all.”
“Where we’ll go, the most common music is simple enough. Basically, just sex with clothes, you’ll love it.” She told him with a mischievous smile. “You’ll see.”
It was unbelievable full. The entire street in front of the location she wanted to take Harry to was covered with young adults and teens, everyone with drinks in hand, and some dancing sensually in the darker corners. They could be doing more than dancing, for all they could see. She had taken him to a very popular street, which was littered with bars and clubs and therefore caught the attention of all the young people. It had become the meeting place of most college students, a place to drink, dance, and forget about college debts.
“Holy crap…” Harry said as he set eyes on the enormous crowd. They had to walk for a long time before getting there, as they had to leave Joselyn’s car far away in a place she considered safe.
“Get ready, you’re about to undesirably touch a lot of sweaty bodies. We must push our way in. There.” She pointed to the club she wanted to go to.
“Why’d you have to pick the fullest location?”
“Cause it’s the best, and cheapest. Stop complaining and come.”
Half an hour later, they had finally managed to squeeze inside the club and order some drinks. Joselyn was guiding Harry through the mass of dancing bodies, to the dancefloor. She had her fingers interlaced with his, a gesture he found extraordinarily pleasant. In truth, she just wanted to make sure she wouldn’t lose him in the crowd. Harry felt very out of place, he looked around himself at all the couples and groups dancing. The music was very infectious, however, what his companion had called “dancing” had him nervous. He watched girls bending over and twerking magnificently onto guys’ crotches, girls dancing together and swaying their hips extremely sensually, all the while the guys where humping and groping them.
“Oh fuck,” Joselyn exclaimed loudly. Not loud enough for Harry to hear, however, the music was too loud. She then yelled in his ear, “I think we should go somewhere else.”
“After all that work? How come?!” Harry yelled back, feeling a little annoyed since it had taken them a long time to make it inside the place.
“The whore’s here, Harry, whoring like the whore she is. There.”
He looked in the direction she pointed to, and saw Layla for the first time since their breakup. She was dancing sexually in the stripper pole that adorned one of the corners of the club. He watched, shocked, how the girl he pictured as a sweet and innocent angel, circled her hips around the pole and slowly began to pull off her shirt. She was getting all the attention as men yelled at her and she began taking off her clothes. He stopped looking then, feeling all the pain and betrayal stab him in the heart once more. Joselyn cupped his face to make him look her in the eyes, reassuring him wordlessly that everything would be alright. He smiled so gratefully that she couldn’t stop herself from kissing his cheek, which took him by surprise. He immediately stopped caring about what Layla was doing.
“Well come on, teach me your dancing ways, miss,” he invited with a smile.
“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?”
“I’m sure.”
With that, she threw her empty cup somewhere, not caring what happened to it, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. She then began slowly moving her hips against his, and he tried her best to follow. She wasn’t ready to go full on sexual yet, so she decided to torture him sweetly and hopefully get him distracted enough to forget about the whore.
He was beyond entranced, enjoying thoroughly the feeling of her body moving against his. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her even closer to him. He noticed she smiled, so he didn’t feel wrong for doing so. Just when he had started enjoying himself even more, the song ended. Right after it, though, another, surprisingly familiar song began playing. He could tell a lot of people liked it because they, Joselyn included, cheered when it began.
“Are you ready for something a little different?” She yelled at him excitedly. She had a big smile on her face, she definitely liked this song.
“Anything you want, hon,” he told her happily.
She flipped all her hair to one side, and turned around, grabbing his hands and placing them on her hips. She began moving against him slowly, sensually, and gradually quickened her pace as the song reached the chorus.
Des-pa-cito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
She was driving him mad. The way she grinded against him, so teasingly, so sensually. How she didn’t complain when his hands held on to her harder, how her movements got rougher as his did. He was going insane, all he could see was her, all he could think was her, all he could feel was her.
Des-pa-cito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
They must have been putting up a good show, a few people were circling them, clapping and cheering for them to keep on dancing. That only made Joselyn want to put even more of a show, so she turned back around and moved against Harry as passionately as she could muster, pulling a few moves from back when she used to be a dancer.
Des-pa-cito
Vamo' a hacerlo en una playa en Puerto Rico
Hasta que las olas griten "¡Ay, Bendito!"Para que mi sello se quede contigo
¡Bailalo!
She looked at Harry in the eyes, and the look he returned made things stir inside of her that she had forgotten existed. She could feel his arousal now, see it in how he was moving with her. It pleased her. Her underwear would definitely feel very uncomfortable soon. She bit her lip, as the song ended, and Harry got close to quietly request something in her ear. She said yes.
