Story 22 #2
However, she knew that her confidence was somewhat brittle. She knew that it was one thing to feel confident like that when she was all alone in her bedroom looking in her mirror and it was altogether different when she was out among people - particularly strangers. And this party that they were going to would be full of strangers - hot, young people checking each other out. That was the kind of situation where her confidence usually wilted and died. She had to hope that wouldn’t be the case this time. She wanted to be the best possible version of herself - confident, at ease, ready for anything - anything that was offered as well as anything that she wanted to take for herself.
When her friends picked her up they all complimented her outfit. She looked at what everyone else was wearing and she was comforted to see that they were all wearing similar outfits.
She got in the car and they made their way to the party.
By the time they arrived, it was already starting to get busy. They began mingling with all the people there. There were quite a few people that they knew - it seemed as though they weren't the only group of friends who had decided that this was a social event that could not be missed - and they spent some time chatting to some of them.
At one point, Amy noticed that there was a guy in one of the groups they were chatting to who kept checking her out. She did her best to suppress a smile, trying to hide the pleasure that she felt. She looked over at him and their eyes met. She looked away, coyly.
He came over to talk to her. And that was when the trouble started. Her friends watched as they began chatting, all of them trying to catch her attention with little smiles of their own. They all thought that this was going to be it for her - that she would hook up with this guy and everything would be good for her then.
There was one thing that none of them seemed to have really considered properly, however. And that was the fact that this guy happened to be the most boring person Amy had ever met.
All he did was talk about himself, and it wasn’t a very exciting subject.
As he kept talking, she found her mind wandering.
She told herself that she shouldn’t be so judgmental. This guy certainly looked good, after all, and there was no reason to miss out on something that could be a lot of fun - that could be just what she needed - just because the conversation was far from scintillating.
The real moment of realization came to her at one point in the conversation when it dawned on her that she couldn't even remember his name. He had been boring her so much that she had completely forgotten who he was.
She couldn’t do it. Whatever it was that she wanted, she didn’t want to get it with someone whose name she couldn’t even remember.
She interrupted him halfway through a sentence - a sentence that she hadn't been listening to and which she would never be able to remember.
“I’m sorry,” she said, smiling apologetically, “I just need to go and use the bathroom.”
“Oh,” he looked slightly crestfallen, “sure.”
“I’ll be right back.”
“OK. Great. I’ll just wait here for you, then.”
As she walked away, she realized that if he was going to be waiting there for her, with her friends, then she would be in exactly the same situation when she returned.
She didn’t even need to go to the bathroom. Instead, she went for a walk around the party. Everyone seemed to be having a great time and she felt as though she was somehow on the outside of it. She wanted to be on the inside of it but she didn’t really know how to get there. It was frustrating.
She kept walking, lost in her thoughts.
After a while, she realized that the sounds of the party were now quieter, somewhere behind her. She turned and looked behind her, slightly surprised. She had found her way into a part of the beach club that seemed to be closed off. She was about to walk back in the direction of the music but then she stopped, changing her mind.
She wanted to keep exploring.
She carried on down a long corridor. There was a door at the end. She pushed it open and stepped inside.
It was a large room with couches along two sides of the walls. There was also a table with a selection of drinks on it.
She looked around for a few moments, unsure what she had actually walked into. Then she realized that it must be some kind of staff room for the workers to come and relax when they weren’t busy working.
She sat down on one of the couches and looked around. There was something about being here, where she wasn’t supposed to be...it felt somehow illicit. Of course, that was exactly what it was, really, but she could always claim that she had just got lost. Or maybe she could have before she sat down and made herself comfortable.
She kicked her legs back and forth. She quite liked being in there, away from all the noise of the party. It was somehow peaceful.
She felt herself relaxing, unwinding.
That all changed, however, when she heard a sound at the door.
Her eyes widened and she was about to stand up but she wasn’t fast enough.
The door opened. A man was standing there in the doorway. He had frozen as well when he had seen her. He clearly hadn’t been expecting to see some random girl in there.
She shot to her feet.
Even in her shocked - almost panicked - state, she still had time to check him out and a part of her acknowledged that she did like what she was seeing.
The man was wearing a smart shirt and trousers. He looked as though he was in his mid-thirties. The beach club had gym facilities and he looked as though he took advantage of them as often as he could. He was tall and powerfully built - big, broad shoulders, thick upper arms that seemed to strain and bulge at the shirt he was wearing. He had short dark hair and was ruggedly good-looking.
“Oh,” he said, standing there in the doorway, “I didn’t know that there was anybody in here.”
“I’m...I’m sorry. I was at the party and I seem to have got a bit lost. I’d better get going.”
“Oh, please. Don’t rush off on my account.”
She stood there, feeling unsure of what she should do.
"It all gets a bit much out there, doesn't it?" he said, and the calm way that he spoke, the way that he seemed able to articulate just what she was feeling, all served to put her at ease.
“My name is John, by the way,” he said to her, and she had a feeling that this was a name that she wasn’t going to forget - not this time.
“Amy,” she said.
“Very pleased to meet you, Amy.”
He looked at her, checking her out. He was very open about it, not trying to hide it at all.
She got a feeling of power when other guys tried to check her out furtively, but this time she didn’t get that same feeling. She felt as though it was him who had all the power here. But she had to admit that she quite liked the feeling. She felt herself blushing slightly.
“Well,” he said, “how about we get to know one another a little bit better, what do you say?”
She looked him in the eye. His gaze smoldered - she felt as though she could feel the heat emanating from him, from his big, hard, body.
“I’d like that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’d like that a lot.”
He stepped over to her, next to the couch.
“I’m very glad that you got lost and found your way here,” he said, taking hold of both of her hands in his. They felt strong. They seemed to completely swallow hers up.
She looked up at him.
“I’m very glad as well,” she whispered.
One of his hands went up to her face, taking hold of her.
He bent down - it seemed to take him forever to bend down to her face because of their difference in height.
She felt a rising sense of anticipation.
She saw his lips part and then his mouth was on hers.
He kissed her slowly and gently. It felt good. He wasn’t rushing things here, he was taking his time with her, easing her into what they were doing.
It was in stark contrast to the way that the younger guys acted toward her. There was no rushing.
He looked down at her, stroking her face.
Then he kissed her again. This kiss had more force to it as his lips pushed against hers, as their parted lips moved over each other and as their tongues came together and lightly played with each other. The first kiss had, perhaps, been more of an experiment on his part - a kind of test to see if this was really what she wanted. He had clearly decided that it was what she wanted, and now he kissed her with greater conviction.
She felt her body bent backward slightly. He had so much power in his body! What would it be like if he were to unleash all of it? He would be able to make her do whatever he wanted, he could take her in any way that he wanted. She felt aroused at the idea of it. She wanted to see what he was going to do with her tiny, tight, little body.
She reached up with one of her hands and placed it on his arm. She ran her hand up and down, feeling the impressive curve of his bicep.
She gave it a squeeze and used her thumb to massage it slightly.
The hand that he had on her face kept moving back and forth over her cheek. Then his hand slid back into her hair. She felt his thick fingers move through her silky locks as his hand moved to the back of her skull, cupping it, taking hold of her head.
She felt his other hand on her waist. Then it moved around to her back. He spread his fingers and it felt as though his entire palm could cover the entirety of her tiny body.
He pulled her in closer. She reached up with her other hand and placed it on his chest. She stroked his body through his shirt.
Then, she felt him push her backward. She didn’t even know where he was taking her. She didn’t even know if he had opened his eyes and could see where they were going. But wherever it was that he wanted her to go, she went willingly.
She felt something hit the back of her body.
She broke off their kiss to look behind her and see what was there. She saw that it was the table that she had first noticed when she had walked into the room.