Black Mascara

The interesting thing about seeing a friend suddenly irresistible is finding a way to make that clear without making a complete ass of yourself. Let's just say...I did not master that concept when I met the woman who would open my eyes. I should probably mention that I'm a bisexual. I am open to many ideas of sexuality but when I first realized one of my good friends, Katrina, was someone I found gorgeous I was taken aback. Her full lips and gleaming white teeth were only part of the package. But let me start at the beginning of that fateful day.1

It started one evening with a group of friends (four men and three women) and I going out to celebrate the graduation of my close friend Adam from law school. How I will understand “Adam the Big Time Lawyer” idea is beyond me, but as usual, we headed towards our favorite club eager to begin the party and drink ourselves into a mania frenzy of dancing and singing horribly off-key.2

The night commenced on a fantastic start. The drinks went around…and I mean tequila shots that slowly turned into body shots. Funny, no? Harmless fun can turn into a raunchy game of salt licking and inappropriate touching…but hey not that I mind. After about seven or eight shots (topping off the vodka I should not have had) I found my rhythm to begin hitting shamelessly on who ever I pleased. Cut to the beautiful Katrina. My downfall of the night. She had radiant eyes of emerald green, wavy brunette hair and the body of a divine goddess.3

We met on the dance floor, the music so loud she leaned in close and said “I’ve been watching you and I like the way your brush the hair away from eyes so carelessly it’s so erotic.” Good God, right? One, we were totally wasted by this point and two she was taking of advantage of it. But I did not mind believe me.4

“You are quite the sweet talker aren’t you?” I replied laughing and giving her a wink.5

A slow smile came across her face. If that was hello, she had me at it.6

The music picked up and I began to dance wildly spilling my drink on myself like a complete moron. To my complete shock, Katrina ran her tongue along my throat licking the spilt vodka. 7

“You taste sooo good Alex.” She said in my ear. “I wish I could taste more.”8

Now, what would you do in my position? If you said let her guide you off the dance floor and then see what unfolds…well you had the same idea I had. 9

I must make it clear that we were making out before we were seated in a booth in the back. Our tongues dancing sensually and hands running over the other’s skin. Once in the seat our bodies molded to one another…then the music started. Katrina’s body moved to the music, her hips grinding against mine slowly. She stepped up on to seat, crouching slowly, running her fingertips up my thigh. Yes, a lap dance I was going to get. Lucky me!10

Her hips moved erotically to the music as she straddled my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. Our mouths met again but she slyly pulled away from the kiss and slid her tongue along my throat. Again she pushed up from her position and stepped up onto the table to dance. (Yeah I know. A complete tease)11

I stared at her for what seemed like forever. Her moves were graceful, slow and sexy as hell. How I had never seen her in this light was beyond my frame of thought.12

She stepped down and grinded her hips against my thighs before moving down to run her hands between my legs grazing my panties with her fingertips.13

(Until Part 2)   14