Just Another Friday Night .......... (Prt 1)

Yet another agonizingly long week had passed for him, the usual routine: get up in the mornings, go to college, come home, deal with the parents, go to sleep; repeat. Every day for what it seemed to him was an eternity. But today was different, today was the last day of that week, and tonight it all changed. For instead of having to deal with the parents, he could let himself go, become the person that he was known as at his favourite friday nightly haunt.

Suddenly a thought stopped him dead in his tracks. He had no idea where it had come from, it had just crept up on him in his head. Ideas and feelings had a habit of doing that to him. The thought had hit him like a brick wall, and as it became clearer, he knew why. His one and only thought at that moment in time was about.....her. It started several months previously. At least thats what he could remember. He had seen her once, the most beautiful girl that he had ever laid his eyes on, and for him, that was it, he was completely hooked. To him, she was like a drug; wherever he was she would creep up into his thoughts only for a brief moment, and then she would be gone, just like the night she was first noticed. But that face, oh that face! He couldn't stop himself from thinking about it, about her.

This was after just the the first time that he had seen her in that place. Over those several months each time that he had returned to where he had first witnessed this astonishing figure, he saw her again and again.

Sometimes he would go just to see if he she would appear, although he always told himself that that wasn't the reason; he was going in order to have a good time, get drunk and get laid. If he should happen to see her again well then, that would just be a bonus! Only that wasn't the way of things. Yes he would get drunk, and yes he would have a good time, but when he saw her, all that would stop. He would shrink into himself, disappear, because he knew that there wasn't a chance in hell that he would ever get to see her closer than he ever had before.

Often when he thought about her, he would think about things that he so desperately wanted to do. he would fantasise about her, imagine the feel of her lips against his as he kissed her softly, the warmth of her skin as her naked body pressed against his. He would imagine himself running his hands all over that beautiful figure; down her back, accross her shoulders, down her arms, each hand caressing her pert breasts gently. He would run his hands down to her waist and pull her sharply against him as he kissed her passionately. He would kiss her, not just on her lips, but all over. Her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. And as he kissed her, his hands and fingers would begin to work; gently touching her and rubbing her clit slowly, his fingers gradually, gently pushing inside of her as his lips moved lower and lower.

But.....He would never let himself think about, or imagine any further, simply because he knew; What was the point in building yourself up for something that was never going to happen..............