516 (part 1) Erotic Story

The first thing I noticed about her was that she was either very coordinated or she loved Nike.  She had on a pair of black and white Nike cargo shorts, a matching Nike shirt with a black Nike hat that had NIKE and the infamous swoosh stitched neatly across the front.  She was matched up even down to her feet, which were dressed with two toe rings, and looked comfortable in a pair of Nike slippers. She sort of reminded me of my cousin in California who wore nothing but FUBU but even he, with all his anal ways, was never so coordinated.1

I took a deep breath and walked across the lounge. When I was less than 3 feet away I stopped.  Maybe this was a bad idea after all.  I mean I had never been very good at the meet and greet type of thing.  It was one of the curses of being shy.  Some people, namely my best friend, would say it was the curse of being scared.  But I wasn’t scared.  At least not yet.  I just had no clue what to say. “Hi my name’s Jay.” That may seem obvious but it makes absolutely no impression.   It just means that somewhere in my narcissistic brain I assumed she should care what my name was.   “Hey I was standing over there and I noticed that you really love Nike, I do too.” So what if she is sensitive about her obvious Nike fetish and now I, like an idiot, have brought it out into the open? What if she hates Nike and is just wearing the outfit because her aunt or girl friend – with my luck – bought it for her and she was meeting them there?  What if we did hit it off and she hates liars and somewhere down the line she finds out how much I really detest Nike? I was an idiot.  I turned to leave.2

She laughed.  There was this sweet sound that seemed to float across the whole room as if she was the only person that existed other than myself.  I stopped and turned my head slightly so that I could stare at her.  My eyebrow arched in question as she stood there, by herself, staring at me.  What had she been laughing at?3

“Do I have a tattoo on my forehead that says horrible conversationalist?” She asked a smile, actually more like a smirk, curving her lips.4

I liked her lips.  I loved her smile.  Was her voice really that sexy? I took a deep breath and smiled turning around so that we were once again face to face.5

“Uh – no.  I am just – It was—“ I realized that I was fumbling for words and mentally berated myself.  She was going to think I was an idiot. “Sorry I came over here to talk to you but the punk in me won over,” I shrugged in that cute helpless way that I have that women seem to love and smiled again.6

This time her eyebrow arched and I couldn’t tell whether my honesty had won her over or disgusted her.  Then she laughed.  7

“What did you want to talk about?”8

Your ass.  Your breast.  Neither of those seemed like they would win me any bonus points, even for honesty’s sake.  Neither one of those options would have been close to the truth either.  I mean there were a lot of very attractive women in the lounge area of the club.  I had no desire to actually talk to any of them though.  Other things maybe, but conversation no.  Something about her had called me from across the lounge and forced me to at least attempt to get over my shyness if only for one night.  But what did I want to talk about? 9

Her eyes were clear and questioning as she focused intently on me while I debated with myself.  I realized that in less than ten minutes this was the second time she had seen me do this.  I sucked up all shyness and decided the direct approach was best.  The most that could happen is that she would think I was crazy, walk away from me and I would never see her again.  But if that were meant to happen, would God have really filled me with the strength to walk across the room and approach her in the first place?  Odd the things that drive us to religion.10

“I want to talk about you.”11

“Really?” She asked a hint of amusement in her voice.12

I closed the distance between us.  I wasn’t close enough to invade her personal space but her scent seemed to come up and surround me as though she had quite effortless walked in to mine.  13

“Yes.  I came all the way over here to find out about you.  What are your likes and dislikes?  What is the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning? What’s your favorite song?  Have you ever eaten ice cream in the rain, or made love on a train?  What would it take for you to fall in love with me?”14

I took a deep breath, a content smile curving my lips as I stood there shaking in my boots expecting her to laugh in my face and walk away.15

She smiled at me and answered every question and I knew I was in love.  We talked until the club closed moving from where we were standing to a comfortable sofa in the corner.  I don’t remember hearing the music in the background or the constant buzz of chatter created by more than five people talking at once.  I remember last call and going to the bar getting us both bottles of water and watching in awe as one of the floor staff bartenders cleared away our glasses and bottles.  We drank the water and stared at one another in silence and then we were informed, via loud speaker, that they were locking up so we had to go.16

We walked out holding hands.17

Outside we ran into a bit of a problem.  We both realized that we were way beyond the point of being able to drive.  She was apparently visiting from out of state and it was an hour’s drive home.  So even though I could very easily have done the “take a taxi get my car tomorrow” thing she couldn’t even contemplate such a notion.  I thought of calling my best friend.  Somehow I doubted that she and her girl friend – who would have to follow in their car - would be up to driving some woman I had just met all the way back to Pennsylvania at two in the morning.  18

“What do you want to do now?”  She asked.  I guess she had decided not to focus on the problem at hand.19

“Um…I guess we could walk and talk.”20

So we did.  We walked and talked ending up at the waterfront walking along watching the moon catch and reflect off the water.  I was growing tired though.  Not of her, of course.  It was a physical tiredness.  Between the walking and the alcohol and the mild dancing before I found her in the lounge my body was ready to relax.  21

“I can’t drive home and we can’t go to your house.  That really only leaves one option, we have to stay in a hotel.”22

I almost choked. “We?” I asked.23

She smiled at me, turning to the side to face me since I was sitting beside her on one of the benches.  “Yes, we. I mean you wouldn’t make me stay in a hotel in this condition by myself would you?”24

I looked at her closely and thought of all the emotions she had caused within me and how she still had my heart racing after all these hours. “You might be safer,” I whispered staring longingly at her lips.25

She trailed a finger down the side of my face bringing my eyes back to level with hers. “You wouldn’t hurt me, nor could I ever hurt you.”26

“It’s not hurting you I am worried about,” I mumbled lacing my fingers through hers.27

“Whatever happens tonight happens neither of us should regret it.  But who is to say anything will happen? I just know I don’t want you to leave me and I can’t go home.  The only option is a hotel.”28

I shook my head.  In my head I was screaming yes but my head was going from side to side. 29

She kissed me on my cheek.  Her lips were soft against my skin. Then she found my earlobe and she gently bit it then kissed the sting away, “If you want to leave me Baby Girl be my guest. But at least walk me to the hotel and you can call a cab from there.”30

My body was on fire.  Her breath tickled and her voice soothed and her hands enticed as they gently caressed my arm.  I realized at that moment that I wasn’t going home.  She had won the first round but I was determined that we weren’t going to do anything – bad. Bad, however, has always been relative.31

Written on 9/7/0232

JayLynn33

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