Doc.Jones
Bluelighter
I have been working on this story for awhile, and I have no idea where to go with it next. I hope you like it.
Alone together, in the midst of a thousand people he pressed his muscular body against her back. His
strong fingers ran along her hip, and came to rest on her tummy. They slipped under the edges of her
baggy pants, and tugged slightly at her underwear. He bent his head down toward her shoulder, and
inhaled the sweet smell of her perfume tainted with the slightest hint of sweat. She reached up and
placed her hand on the back of his neck. They began to sway together to the sweet electronic sounds
created by the talented DJ Weffa, and Master Symfony.
He checked his watch. It was eleven O’clock. He gently ran his finger tips across her shoulders,
down her arm, and folded his fingers with hers. He pulled her around to face him. She passionately
pressed her lips to his, then shyly pulled away, and smiled. She bit her bottom lip turning her eyes to the
ceiling in embarrassment. He ran his hands through her long brown hair drawing her eyes back to his to
tell her it was all right.
He reached into his pocket, and pulled out an aspirin bottle. Taking her hand in his, he turned it
palm up, and poured something from it into her hand. It was a small, round white pill with the impression
of a dove in the center. Her eyes shifted nervously back and forth from her hand to his big brown eyes.
The music seemed to stop, and the crowd fell silent around them. She watched intently as he knelt down,
grabbed a bottle of water from his back pack, and handed it to her. She took a beep breath, closed her
eyes, and swallowed the little piece of bliss she had been handed. He smiled a soft smile, then he too
took a step toward heaven. She took one last long look into his big beautiful eyes still listening to the
sound of his breath, and her heartbeat. She turned around to face the stage, and slowly let the sounds of
the music, and the crowd filter back into her mind.
She felt something heavy thump against her leg. She reached into the deep pockets of her cargo
pants, and pulled out a couple of glo-sticks. They felt strange in her hands, the plastic was so smooth.
She dropped one back into her pocket, and attempted to bend the other in half. With little pressure the
red cylinder in the middle broke into pieces, and began to shine as bright as a cars break lights.
Fascinated by the luminescence of this object she quickly cracked the other one, blue.
The music began to invade her mind. The magical sounds seemed to control her every
movement. Swaying gently in a trance she rubbed her body against his. He showed her how to weave
the glo-sticks between her fingers, so that she would be able to dance with them. She followed one hand
with the other. Trails of red, and blue filled her eyes. They moved in a wave out in front of her body then
she traced her slender figure. Rushes of pleasure rolled through their bodies. They began at the tips of
their toes, and rose up to the tops of their heads then down again like the ocean tide across a sandy
beach.
She turned to him as if to say something, Her eyes were as big as quarters, and her smile
stretched form ear to ear. He couldn’t remember a time when he had seen her happier. He leaned in to
kiss her, but she couldn’t kiss back. Her smile wouldn’t permit the closeness. He reached into his pocket
and handed her a grape blow pop. She attempted to remove the wrapper without letting the glo-sticks fall
to the floor, but it wasn’t working. Laughing he pulled the plastic from the candy, and handed it back to
her.
When the grape flavor touched her tongue her eyes got even larger. The taste was like nothing
she had ever tasted before. It was a magic blow pop she thought, it couldn’t be this good otherwise. The
lollipop danced on her tongue to the beat of the music. With the intensity of the flavor the rolls were
getting much stronger as well. The music was getting louder, and she was dancing better than she ever
had before.
Three hours past in what seemed like minutes. Sweat poured form their bodies, and saturated
their clothing. Over the speakers came a loud voice explaining that this would be the last song played,
and that people should begin to gather their belongings. She turned to him in protest. She still wanted to
dance. With a smile he kissed her on the fore head, and gave her a pacifier to chew on. He motioned for
her to fallow him, and she did. Tightly holding onto his hand they squeezed through the sweaty mass of
bodies. Every touch seemed to flow through them.
In a daze they made their way to the stage. From the corner of his eye DJ Weffa spotted his
friends face in the crowd. He motioned for him to come around to the stairs. She followed him, excitedly
now, through the sea of people. The song came to an end, and people began to file out of the club.
DJ Weffa, and Master Symfony greeted the couple with smiles asking if they had enjoyed the
show. Emotionally she threw her arms around the two men, chattering a mile a minuet about what fun
she had. Apologizing she stepped away. DJ Weffa laughed, and Master Symfony gave her another hug.
All four of them stood, and talked for a moment when a bouncer came up and asked the couple to
leave. DJ Weffa explained that they had to strike the stage, and load the equipment into the van, but
they would be going back to his apartment in a hour or so, and they were welcome to stop by and chill
with he, and Master Symfony. Graciously they accepted his offer, and ventured into the snowy Boston
streets.
The air was cool, and crisp against her face. Most of the shops had closed, and very few people
were out. The city was so beautiful when the world was asleep. She wrapped her arm tightly around his
waist, he smiled and put his around her shoulders. He led her down the moon lit sidewalk toward the
Boston common. She watched the buildings pass in awe. She had never before noticed their
magnificence.
The snow was still falling lightly in the pale yellow streetlights. The wind tugged at their
sweatshirts daring them to feel its chill. Neither one seemed to notice. They swiftly walked through the
slushy streets in search of a place to play until it was time to meet his friends.
Doc
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Take me as I am, and expect nothing more
Alone together, in the midst of a thousand people he pressed his muscular body against her back. His
strong fingers ran along her hip, and came to rest on her tummy. They slipped under the edges of her
baggy pants, and tugged slightly at her underwear. He bent his head down toward her shoulder, and
inhaled the sweet smell of her perfume tainted with the slightest hint of sweat. She reached up and
placed her hand on the back of his neck. They began to sway together to the sweet electronic sounds
created by the talented DJ Weffa, and Master Symfony.
He checked his watch. It was eleven O’clock. He gently ran his finger tips across her shoulders,
down her arm, and folded his fingers with hers. He pulled her around to face him. She passionately
pressed her lips to his, then shyly pulled away, and smiled. She bit her bottom lip turning her eyes to the
ceiling in embarrassment. He ran his hands through her long brown hair drawing her eyes back to his to
tell her it was all right.
He reached into his pocket, and pulled out an aspirin bottle. Taking her hand in his, he turned it
palm up, and poured something from it into her hand. It was a small, round white pill with the impression
of a dove in the center. Her eyes shifted nervously back and forth from her hand to his big brown eyes.
The music seemed to stop, and the crowd fell silent around them. She watched intently as he knelt down,
grabbed a bottle of water from his back pack, and handed it to her. She took a beep breath, closed her
eyes, and swallowed the little piece of bliss she had been handed. He smiled a soft smile, then he too
took a step toward heaven. She took one last long look into his big beautiful eyes still listening to the
sound of his breath, and her heartbeat. She turned around to face the stage, and slowly let the sounds of
the music, and the crowd filter back into her mind.
She felt something heavy thump against her leg. She reached into the deep pockets of her cargo
pants, and pulled out a couple of glo-sticks. They felt strange in her hands, the plastic was so smooth.
She dropped one back into her pocket, and attempted to bend the other in half. With little pressure the
red cylinder in the middle broke into pieces, and began to shine as bright as a cars break lights.
Fascinated by the luminescence of this object she quickly cracked the other one, blue.
The music began to invade her mind. The magical sounds seemed to control her every
movement. Swaying gently in a trance she rubbed her body against his. He showed her how to weave
the glo-sticks between her fingers, so that she would be able to dance with them. She followed one hand
with the other. Trails of red, and blue filled her eyes. They moved in a wave out in front of her body then
she traced her slender figure. Rushes of pleasure rolled through their bodies. They began at the tips of
their toes, and rose up to the tops of their heads then down again like the ocean tide across a sandy
beach.
She turned to him as if to say something, Her eyes were as big as quarters, and her smile
stretched form ear to ear. He couldn’t remember a time when he had seen her happier. He leaned in to
kiss her, but she couldn’t kiss back. Her smile wouldn’t permit the closeness. He reached into his pocket
and handed her a grape blow pop. She attempted to remove the wrapper without letting the glo-sticks fall
to the floor, but it wasn’t working. Laughing he pulled the plastic from the candy, and handed it back to
her.
When the grape flavor touched her tongue her eyes got even larger. The taste was like nothing
she had ever tasted before. It was a magic blow pop she thought, it couldn’t be this good otherwise. The
lollipop danced on her tongue to the beat of the music. With the intensity of the flavor the rolls were
getting much stronger as well. The music was getting louder, and she was dancing better than she ever
had before.
Three hours past in what seemed like minutes. Sweat poured form their bodies, and saturated
their clothing. Over the speakers came a loud voice explaining that this would be the last song played,
and that people should begin to gather their belongings. She turned to him in protest. She still wanted to
dance. With a smile he kissed her on the fore head, and gave her a pacifier to chew on. He motioned for
her to fallow him, and she did. Tightly holding onto his hand they squeezed through the sweaty mass of
bodies. Every touch seemed to flow through them.
In a daze they made their way to the stage. From the corner of his eye DJ Weffa spotted his
friends face in the crowd. He motioned for him to come around to the stairs. She followed him, excitedly
now, through the sea of people. The song came to an end, and people began to file out of the club.
DJ Weffa, and Master Symfony greeted the couple with smiles asking if they had enjoyed the
show. Emotionally she threw her arms around the two men, chattering a mile a minuet about what fun
she had. Apologizing she stepped away. DJ Weffa laughed, and Master Symfony gave her another hug.
All four of them stood, and talked for a moment when a bouncer came up and asked the couple to
leave. DJ Weffa explained that they had to strike the stage, and load the equipment into the van, but
they would be going back to his apartment in a hour or so, and they were welcome to stop by and chill
with he, and Master Symfony. Graciously they accepted his offer, and ventured into the snowy Boston
streets.
The air was cool, and crisp against her face. Most of the shops had closed, and very few people
were out. The city was so beautiful when the world was asleep. She wrapped her arm tightly around his
waist, he smiled and put his around her shoulders. He led her down the moon lit sidewalk toward the
Boston common. She watched the buildings pass in awe. She had never before noticed their
magnificence.
The snow was still falling lightly in the pale yellow streetlights. The wind tugged at their
sweatshirts daring them to feel its chill. Neither one seemed to notice. They swiftly walked through the
slushy streets in search of a place to play until it was time to meet his friends.
Doc
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Take me as I am, and expect nothing more
Va/D.C./Md Krew