The
Beginning
“You know Michelle, this isn’t a good
idea. I’m starting my new job
tomorrow. I can’t be out getting drunk. Lord knows it will be the crack of dawn
before I can drag your ass home and I don’t want to show up hung over from an
all-nighter either.”
“Look, you need to take a load off.
We won’t stay out late. Have a
few drinks. A few dances. A few hot, sexy guys. You know the usual.”
“No!
I told you, it is not going to happen. I shouldn’t have ever told you my
secret. I don’t understand why in the
hell it bothers you so much. It’s not
your body, it’s mine.”
“Because you are 23 years old, you
shouldn’t be living a life of a nun.”
Michelle gave her the ‘I am fixing to get us both into trouble look’.
“You know you want to.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Sarcasm is not an attribute that will
attract you a stud muffin, so I suggest you lose it before we hit the clubs.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Lois knew exactly how this night was going to
end. Just like the last time she had
gone out with Michelle. Michelle ending
the night puking her guts up from drinking everything, everyone had given her,
with Lois holding her hair. It wasn’t a
fond night of memories for Lois.
Whistle….. “Damn! Someone’s getting lucky tonight, aren’t
they?” Michelle teased her.
“If that’s what you’re getting out of
this, then I am so changing.”
“Don’t you dare! You look hot.
Come on. You never know your
Prince Charming could have a thing for red, or black leather. Love the boots. Stay the way you are.”
“I don’t want to send off the message that
I’m easy, Michelle.”
“Oh, trust me, it don’t say easy. Dangerous, kick your ass, don’t fuck with me
without an invite, definitely not easy.
That’s what you’re saying by wearing that!”
“Hmm.”
Lois turned taking one good long look.
Her cherry red, v neck top, showed off just enough cleavage to let a man
know it was there, but not enough that the mind didn’t have to wonder.
Her black leather mini shirt snug to her
hips, showed off her curves. Black 4
inch heel boots that came up just below the knee, gave her height the extra
umph it needed.
Hair had never been her greatest ability
at managing, so a simple pony with her bangs pulled to the side and wrapped,
did the trick and it was easy to do.
“Ok, let’s get going.”
……
It didn’t take Michelle long before she
had her a man and he was practically humping her brains out on the dance
floor. Lois shook her head in disbelief
at how easy it was for Michelle to snatch on to a man.
Lois on the other hand, always spent the
majority of her nights out with Michelle, sitting lonely at the table because
when she was asked to dance, she always politely turned them down. The one time she accepted the offer, she
could barely walk the next day for the bruises on the top of her feet.
Lois glanced across the room again,
checking on Michelle one last time before she went to the ladies room. Once inside, she looked at herself in the
mirror questioning why in the hell had she let Michelle talk her in to this
shit again.
Coming out of the bathroom, a force from
behind her sent Lois sailing forward at an uncontrollable rate. Lois held her eyes closed, half expecting to
land on the floor on her face. Instead,
the warm, strong arms that held her immediately caused her nerves to shoot to the
sky.
“Are you okay?” The stranger’s voice was deep, raspy, sexy as
hell. She didn’t want to open her
eyes. She only wanted to hear his voice
and picture the way she imagined he would look like. Her dream man.
“You’re mighty lovely laying here and all,
but you need to open your eyes for me.
Are you okay?” This time the
voice was different. More excited. Damn it, she had to open her eyes. She couldn’t let whoever it was that held
her, keep holding her.
She batted her eyes open only to let her
mouth open as well. Tall. Dark.
Sexy eyes. Lips that made her
mouth immediately crave for a taste.
Broad shoulders. Muscular chest
easily visible through his dark navy shirt.
Small beads of sweat rested where his collar bones met. Suddenly she had the urge to lick him
there. Suck him. Taste him.
The sound of a clearing throat pulled her
back out of her soon to be wet dream, and back to look in his eyes when she
noted the sly grin on his mouth.
“I’m guessing your pretty okay now then?”
She pulled herself up to a standing
position unable to answer his question.
Her hand still held on to his biceps, feeling the muscle beneath. If she didn’t let go of him and look away,
she was sure her knees would have given out any second.
But damn, his eyes had her locked
completely. She couldn’t blink. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t do anything except stare into
his hypnotizing gaze.
“I’m gonna let you go now.” She saw his mouth move but didn’t hear a damn
word his sexy lips had said. She leaned
forward, pressing her lips to his boldly.
When his mouth moved back against hers, it was over.
A new found heat shot through her
body. Soft, gentle lips soon became
heated and demanding of hers. She gave
him everything he wanted. She tasted his
taste. He tasted of BBQ wings and
beer. He tasted good enough to eat.
He brushed her lips one last time before
lifting his mouth from hers. When Lois
opened her eyes, it was as if she was staring into a fire raging out of
control. She wanted him. But most importantly, he wanted her.
“Lois, let’s go. I can’t stand it. I gotta find a bed.” The sound of Michelle’s slurred words brought
a smile to his lips and an irritation in Lois.
“Nice to meet you, Lois. Maybe some other time.” And then he was gone.
Lois searched through the crowd, searching
for her mystery man. She wasn’t ready to
let him go. She wasn’t ready to not feel
his lips on hers. She wasn’t ready to go
home without him.
Lois turned back looking at Michelle,
irritated by the fact that it was her fault she wasn’t still in his arms. “Do I interrupt you when you are dance
fucking every guy you can get out there, on a damn dance floor? No! I
leave you alone. Jesus, Michelle! You sure did pick a bad time.”
“I’m sorry, Bestie. I can’t help it. I just kept drinking and they just kept
buying. Please take me home. Come back if you want.” Michelle couldn’t even keep her eyes
open. She sure in the hell wasn’t
standing straight. Lois watched as her
body swayed from side to side.
“Come on!” Lois was beyond annoyed, not to mention hot as
hell. Not from anger. From Mr. Sexy Mouth.
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