that she could hear me.
“Me too.” She smiled and sipped her drink, leaving her hand on my thigh.
“Do you work here a lot?”
She shook her head. “Usually three or four nights a week. I have to work tomorrow night.”
Another glass of wine was placed in front of me, courtesy of one of her friends. I took a sip, feeling reckless and knowing that I’d already had enough to drink. I turned to Michelle and told her as much.
“Is that good or bad?” she asked coyly.
“Bad, I think. I’m not very good at drinking.”
“Is that because you get sick or because you lose control?” I was astonished by her straightforwardness, and I laughed.
“What do you think?”
She tipped her head to one side and smiled at me. Her eyes looked so dark again. My eyes dropped to her mouth, and I watched her sip her drink slowly while she assessed me. She licked her lips quickly, and I decided that I wanted that mouth. It had been too long.
She leaned in closer until her face was inches away, her eyes looking directly into mine. “I think,” she began, “that it’s because you’re afraid that you’ll lose control. And you don’t trust yourself when that happens.”
I stared into her eyes, mesmerized. I could feel the effect of the alcohol washing over me. She was right, of course, but I didn’t answer her. I couldn’t answer her. I was completely focused on her eyes, her mouth, her eyes again. Her mouth.
“Do you ever lose control, Leslie?” I could barely hear her voice, but I knew exactly what she had asked. My eyes flew to hers, searching. I knew she was sucking me in, teasing me. But I didn’t care.
Before I realized what I was doing, my hand was at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer until my mouth covered hers. No softness this time as our mouths opened, our tongues meeting hungrily. My fingers slipped and twisted into the thickness of her hair as I urged her closer.
Our kiss broke as quickly as it had started, and we stared at each other before she smiled sardonically. “I guess you do,” was all she said.
Back to my senses, I blushed and looked quickly around, knowing that at least a dozen of her friends had seen the kiss.
We left soon after that, and I stumbled out to the parking lot, feeling tipsy, knowing I would reprimand myself in the morning.
She had her arm around me as we made our way, and I leaned into her just a bit. We reached her VW, and she carefully swung me around to face her, grabbing both my hands and placing them on her hips. She held me, gently pushing me back until I was leaning against the car door.
My mind swam as she began to kiss me, the full length of her body pressing into mine, straining to get closer. Our mouths were open, sucking, searching until I could focus on nothing else.
Then her hand was on my breast, teasing through my shirt. My entire body was suddenly alive as electrical currents coursed over me, through me. Oh god! My knees grew weak, but she caught me, held me up with one arm, slipping a leg between mine, creating more pressure.
My breathing was heavy as she continued to tease me. Her mouth was on my neck now. Biting, nibbling. Causing tingles to slide up and down my spine. Oh my, my, my!
“Michelle?”
A familiar male voice fell on my ears, causing me to stiffen instinctively. I ducked down a little so that Michelle was standing in front of me, one arm still around me as she turned toward the voice.
“I thought that was you.” I knew the voice. It was Billy. “Gee, I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t realize...”
“Your timing is awful,” Michelle told him, her voice husky.
I peeked over Michelle’s shoulder and cringed a little when I saw his bearded jaw drop.
“Leslie?”
“Hi, Billy.” I waved sheepishly.
“Oops, sorry.” He raised both hands apologetically. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.” He stepped backwards. “Just pretend I wasn’t here.” He smiled, embarrassed, and turned away.
We watched him walk away before Michelle
“Me too.” She smiled and sipped her drink, leaving her hand on my thigh.
“Do you work here a lot?”
She shook her head. “Usually three or four nights a week. I have to work tomorrow night.”
Another glass of wine was placed in front of me, courtesy of one of her friends. I took a sip, feeling reckless and knowing that I’d already had enough to drink. I turned to Michelle and told her as much.
“Is that good or bad?” she asked coyly.
“Bad, I think. I’m not very good at drinking.”
“Is that because you get sick or because you lose control?” I was astonished by her straightforwardness, and I laughed.
“What do you think?”
She tipped her head to one side and smiled at me. Her eyes looked so dark again. My eyes dropped to her mouth, and I watched her sip her drink slowly while she assessed me. She licked her lips quickly, and I decided that I wanted that mouth. It had been too long.
She leaned in closer until her face was inches away, her eyes looking directly into mine. “I think,” she began, “that it’s because you’re afraid that you’ll lose control. And you don’t trust yourself when that happens.”
I stared into her eyes, mesmerized. I could feel the effect of the alcohol washing over me. She was right, of course, but I didn’t answer her. I couldn’t answer her. I was completely focused on her eyes, her mouth, her eyes again. Her mouth.
“Do you ever lose control, Leslie?” I could barely hear her voice, but I knew exactly what she had asked. My eyes flew to hers, searching. I knew she was sucking me in, teasing me. But I didn’t care.
Before I realized what I was doing, my hand was at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer until my mouth covered hers. No softness this time as our mouths opened, our tongues meeting hungrily. My fingers slipped and twisted into the thickness of her hair as I urged her closer.
Our kiss broke as quickly as it had started, and we stared at each other before she smiled sardonically. “I guess you do,” was all she said.
Back to my senses, I blushed and looked quickly around, knowing that at least a dozen of her friends had seen the kiss.
We left soon after that, and I stumbled out to the parking lot, feeling tipsy, knowing I would reprimand myself in the morning.
She had her arm around me as we made our way, and I leaned into her just a bit. We reached her VW, and she carefully swung me around to face her, grabbing both my hands and placing them on her hips. She held me, gently pushing me back until I was leaning against the car door.
My mind swam as she began to kiss me, the full length of her body pressing into mine, straining to get closer. Our mouths were open, sucking, searching until I could focus on nothing else.
Then her hand was on my breast, teasing through my shirt. My entire body was suddenly alive as electrical currents coursed over me, through me. Oh god! My knees grew weak, but she caught me, held me up with one arm, slipping a leg between mine, creating more pressure.
My breathing was heavy as she continued to tease me. Her mouth was on my neck now. Biting, nibbling. Causing tingles to slide up and down my spine. Oh my, my, my!
“Michelle?”
A familiar male voice fell on my ears, causing me to stiffen instinctively. I ducked down a little so that Michelle was standing in front of me, one arm still around me as she turned toward the voice.
“I thought that was you.” I knew the voice. It was Billy. “Gee, I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t realize...”
“Your timing is awful,” Michelle told him, her voice husky.
I peeked over Michelle’s shoulder and cringed a little when I saw his bearded jaw drop.
“Leslie?”
“Hi, Billy.” I waved sheepishly.
“Oops, sorry.” He raised both hands apologetically. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.” He stepped backwards. “Just pretend I wasn’t here.” He smiled, embarrassed, and turned away.
We watched him walk away before Michelle
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