by K E Osborn
Shit!
I look up and give him the ‘back the fuck off, she’s mine’ look. He looks at me and smiles and stops watching her and starts staring at some ditsy wannabes at the front of the stage singing to them instead.
I go to the bar and grab a drink and then head over to Kat’s booth. She doesn’t notice me walking up behind her, but her brunette prim and proper friend notices and her whole body stiffens. I chuckle to myself because I know I have that effect on most women. Not to sound cocky or anything, but I’m gifted in the looks department, and I know it. I slide in next to Kat and look at her while her friends fall silent.
“Hey,” I say while she smiles aimlessly at me.
“Hi, I’m Charlie,” her blonde friend speaks up putting her hand out to shake, which of course I do.
“Hey Charlie, nice to officially meet you,” I say, trying to sound like the charmer that I know am.
Kat looks at me and blushes, which is so fucking cute. I want to kiss those beautiful lips right now. She bites her bottom lip and I want to bite it for her, those red lips are beckoning for me to take them.
“Hi Will. That was awesome,” she says, her voice soft and sweet.
“Thanks. Yeah, I’m pretty good, aren’t I?” I ask with an all knowing smirk.
She raises her eyebrows and huffs. “Oh, don’t be so modest,” she chides sarcastically.
I smile my panty dropping smile and straight away I see her melt.
“So, I was thinking maybe we can pair up for a duet in vocal class?” I ask, hoping to be able to spend some one-on-one time with her.
“Maybe,” she replies coyly.
I chuckle because I know I’ll win out eventually. I’ve never struck out with a woman yet. They all find me irresistible, but it’s endearing and it makes me want her even more. Normally they fall at my feet, like her friend Charlie, but Kat is trying hard to resist her urge to be with me.
“So Kat, do you like it here in America?”
“Loving it. The people are great and I like everything I’ve seen so far,” she says enthusiastically but then she suddenly becomes shy.
I slide out from the booth. She looks up at me, her eyes pleading with me to stay.
Oh baby, I’m not leaving unless it’s with you!
I put out my hand for her to take. “Dance?”
She takes my hand and scoots from the booth. I notice Charlie sending Kat death stares, but I don’t care, I don’t want her. She’s not my type, not anymore. I’ve been there, done that and I’m over it.
Kat’s hand is soft to the touch and it takes me by surprise that her hand fits so fucking perfectly into mine. There’s a spark between us when she touches me, a jolt that I haven’t felt before. She looks at me and I know she feels it too. I inhale and lead her to the dance floor while Olsen belts out another song. I take her by her waist and she places her hands around my neck, I know I’m smiling like a Cheshire Cat, but I can’t help it. She’s so fucking deliciously hot.
“What’s your deal?” she asks abruptly.
I chuckle and then I realize she’s serious. “My deal?”
“Yeah. What do you want from me?”
This has turned from an awesome moment to a typical female mood switch.
“What?” is all I can think to say because if I were to be honest with her, I’d say that I want to bend you over and fuck you hard right here, right now, on the stage.
She looks at me and sighs. “I’m not some toy you can play with, you know.”
I shake my head. “No, I know.” I’m a bit shocked by her candidness.
“If that’s all you want me for, you can get that right out of your head. I’m not that kind of girl.”
“I never thought you were,” I say honestly. I can’t imagine that she’s been with many other guys. She seems innocent and yet so strong willed and confident. She’s feisty and she fights back, can’t say I dislike this side of her. Someone who can challenge me not just do everything I say… blah, it gets so fucking boring and old. I can see how this is going to work with Kat, she seems so… special.
“Good, so don’t think you can take advantage of me. Just because you’re really good looking, doesn’t mean I’m going to be at your beck and call to use and abuse in any which way you see fit.”
“Okay, got it. No using and abusing,” I say, trying to lighten the mood. “Kat, we’re just dancing, don’t read anything more into it.”
She looks away and down at her feet.
Crap, I think I’ve hurt her feelings.
“Or maybe read a little into it,” I confess, trying to make her feel better.
She looks back up and smiles while we sway along to the music. I stare into her eyes and I decide to go for it, those plump red lips are just asking to be kissed. I lean in and I watch her close her eyes, our lips meet and I have the strangest feeling. I’ve kissed many women and never had a feeling like this run through my body. Her lips are soft and tender and I caress them gently, while her hand moves into my hair as she holds me to her. My hands tighten on her waist and we kiss for what seems like an eternity, but it’s really only the length of the chorus.
A bunch of people start to cheer as our lips parted. I’m almost breathless when I open my eyes to look at her. Her face is blushed pink and she’s smiling so sweetly.
Fuck, I really want her right now.
We stare at and hold each other close while we dance slowly to the music.
“Wow,” she whispers under her breath.
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
I take my hands from her waist and hold her hand in mine entwining our fingers. I hear her giggle as I lead her to the counter through the crowd. She steps up next to me and I put my arm around her back, holding her close and drinking her in. She smells like fresh floral flowers that bloom in the early morning sun.
Oh God, did I just think that? She’s turning me into a sappy fucking idiot. What the fuck!
“What would you like to drink?” I ask loudly so she can hear me over the music and the crowd.
“Um, I’ll have what you’re having,” she yells back.
“You sure?” I ask and she nods her head. “Okay, you asked for it.”
The waiter, my main man Steve, comes over to serve us and I lean in toward him so Kat can’t hear.
“What’ll it be Will?”
“Two shots of Tequila. Thanks, Stevie.” He nods, we fist pound and he walks off to pour our drinks. She doesn’t look like the kind of woman who can handle hard liquor. I can’t wait to see the cute faces she’ll pull after downing a Tequila shot. She leans in and there’s that smell again. Oh God, and I exhale at her touch.
“What are we having?” she asks curiously.
“Tequila,” I say with a beaming smile. I’m not trying to get her drunk just happy enough for her to unwind a little and enjoy herself rather than being so uptight around me.
She raises her eyebrows making me chuckle.
“It’s nice, you’ll like it,” I assure with a smirk.
Steve hands me our shots along with the lemon and salt.
“Thanks, Stevie,” I acknowledge as he pounds his knuckles into mine again.
Kat laughs and shakes her head.
She’s so fucking cute!
“Okay, so… you do it like this… lick, shoot, suck.”
She smiles at me and pours some salt on her arm. She licks it, shoots back the alcohol and sucks on the lemon wedge without flinching. No cute little faces, no shivers, no coughing or spluttering. She shot it like a fucking man. What can I say? I’m suitably impressed. I look at her and raise an eyebrow.
“Like that?” she asks with a hint of a grin and her eyes twinkling like diamonds.
“Just like that,” I say, then I do the same, lick, shoot, suck.
“If I didn’t know better I’d say that you’ve done that before?”
She nods. “I’ve had a few years of drinking and partying. In Australia, the drinking age is eighteen, so yeah, I’ve bee
n there done that. More times than I care to count.”
“Nice! The woman’s got skills.”
She laughs and I order two beers.
We take a seat back in the booth with Brooke and Charlie just as Olsen finishes his set. I’m sure he’ll be out soon to start his pursuit of some poor random woman. I take a swig of beer as Charlie looks directly at me, her attention sharply focused.
“So, Will, you better take good care of Kat or you’ll have us to deal with.”
Shit! The friend intervention already. Fuck, we only just kissed. It’s not like she’s my girlfriend or anything. I see Kat shake her head and sink into her chair a little and I can tell she’s embarrassed.
“I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry about that,” I reply, looking directly at Kat.
The things I’ll do to you, you’ll be beyond fucking satisfied, of that I’m sure.
“Well, you better or we’ll hunt you down and then we’ll rip your insignificant little heart out of your chest and feed it to a wild dog, so it can crap it out in the woods, where worms will feed on it till you become worm crapand then–”
“Okay graphic much? I get the point,” I interrupt Brooke. I look at Kat, who’s trying to hide her smile.
“Sorry,” Kat whispers.
I gaze into her gorgeous green eyes; smile and nod letting her know that it’s fine. I’ve had the friend intervention, many times before, but never have I had the imagery of my heart turning into worm crap. Gotta give it to her, that was pretty creative. Kat rests her hand on the seat next to me and I see it as an invitation to hold. I take it, entwining our fingers.
Oh, fuck me there’s that jolt again.
“Will, let’s go dude. This place is a dive,” Olsen says, but then he surprises me and slides in next to Charlie, who’s eying him cautiously.
“I’m good,” I counter and his eyes float down to our joined hands. He smirks and turns to look at Charlie.
“So you up for it?” he asks and she raises her lip and widens her eyes.
“Up for what exactly?”
Man, his pick up line is so old I would’ve thought he’d used it on every woman in here twice over.
“Up for a dance?” he queries, making me chuckle.
She smiles and looks at Brooke and then at Kat. They both nod in approval and she walks off with Olsen in hand.
I turn to face Kat. She stares into my eyes and there it is again that magnetism surging between us. It’s taking all my strength not to take her right here, right now in the booth with everyone looking on.
Oh shit, my cock seems to have a mind of its own; it’s standing at attention!
I shift uncomfortably, thinking about what Brooke would think of me bending Kat over the table and taking her from behind. Kat bites her bottom lip, which does all sorts of things to me.
How the hell am I going to get my cock under control when she does that?
I wonder how she can be so confident and feisty and yet so innocent and demure at the same time.
This is doing my fucking head in, both of them!
“It’s really loud in here. Do you and your friends want to come back to our place for a chat and a few drinks?”
Of course chat being my codeword for a fuck!
She smiles and leans toward Brooke. “Hey Brooke. Do you want to get out of here?”
She nods her head and we scoot out of the booth to find Olsen and Charlie. We find them making out, as I knew they would be, on the dance floor. I tap Olsen on the shoulder.
“C’mon dude. We’re going back to our place.”
He raises his eyebrows, takes Charlie’s hand and whispers something in her ear. She smiles and we start the walk back to our place. I hold Kat’s hand in mine. Charlie is all over Olsen and Brooke is walking along behind us. I know she’ll get along with Dan, our housemate. He’s a bit of a nerd, and has never had a girlfriend that I know of.
They’ll be perfect for each other!
Chapter Three
We take the short walk and arrive at our four bedroom house. It’s a large place considering most students live in tiny bungalows with shared rooms. I imagine that’s something Kat and her friends live in. Our place is just off campus and it’s owned by Dan’s father. He owns some multi-million dollar computer company and we pay Dan rent to live here. We reach the door of Dan’s house and make our way to the living room. Olsen turns on the music and he and Charlie start dancing in the middle of the room.
I chuckle and sit purposely in a one-seater chair. Kat crinkles her eyebrows and I gesture for her to take a seat on my lap by tapping my knee. She shakes her head, so I pull her by the arm and she falls onto my lap. She laughs. Brooke takes a seat on the sofa. Kat turns to look at me and I can’t help but smile while I move a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. She moves down so her head is nuzzling into my chest. I wrap my arms around her and bury my nose in her flowery smelling hair. I like the feeling of her in my arms like this. I’ve never been boyfriend material but I can imagine myself being with someone like Kat.
What, fuck no… I reiterate, I am… not boyfriend material.
Dan walks out and spots Brooke sitting alone on the sofa; he smiles and takes a seat beside her. They strike up a conversation and a little while later; Dan gets up and leaves the room. I wonder what’s going on and then he returns with some beers. Olsen takes a beer and then offers it to Charlie, but she refuses, saying she’s not a man and doesn’t drink beer.
Well, she won’t get anything other than a fucking beer here!
Dan hands Kat and me one each and we both take off the screw cap and then clink our bottles together. I take a quick sip and I watch as Kat drinks gulp after gulp. It’s impressive the way she handles her alcohol.
I guess they raise them tough in Australia.
“Giving yourself some liquid courage?” I ask, which makes her laugh.
“And why would I need courage, Will? Pray tell?”
I chuckle and raise my eyebrows twice. “For this,” I say and then lean in and kiss her. Her lips are smooth and soft. There’s a taste of alcohol as my tongue plunges into her mouth. She moves slightly on my lap and then she takes fistfuls of my hair at the back of my head.
Fuck, I like that, the way she pulls at my hair while we kiss. It’s a huge fucking turn on!
I can feel that I’m starting to get a little too excited so I take my lips from hers. After all, she’s sitting on my lap and I don’t really want to talk about the next thing that pops up, if you know what I mean. She crinkles her eyebrows and looks me directly in the eyes. I can tell she’s wondering why I stopped the kiss. I smile and take another sip of my beer. She purses her lips in confusion and then takes another long drink and then she nuzzles back into my chest. I wrap my arms around her while we watch Charlie and Olsen dance.
Dan seems to be getting along well with Brooke. I knew he would. We’ve taught him all the right moves. He just needs to put them into practice. I find myself nuzzling into Kat’s hair. It smells so fucking good I can’t help but fantasize about the things I want to do to her. I take another sip of my beer and I start to wonder if the alcohol is affecting her as she takes another long drink. I chuckle while she empties her bottle.
Is she trying to impress me or is she drinking for courage?
I’m not sure which one it is, but I hope that she doesn’t suddenly get sick from drinking too quickly. I kiss her head as she snuggles back into me, and it surprises me how much I love this feeling. Normally when women snuggle, I get turned off straight away. I absolutely detest clingy, but with Kat, I never want to let her go.
Again, what the fuck is with this feeling?
It’s very foreign and it confuses the hell out of me. She sits up and gets off my lap. I scratch and tilt my head.
Is she leaving?
She looks at me and smirks. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asks making me sigh instantly in relief.
“I’ll show you.” I stand and quickly drink the last of my beer
; I take her hand and lead her to the bathroom.
“In here,” I direct and point toward the door. She enters, closing the door behind her. I stand outside and lean against the wall trying to figure out what the fucking hell is happening to me. I like her… I really like her and that hasn’t happened to me for as long as I can remember. All these feelings are swirling around inside my brain, making me weak to her touch. She comes out of the bathroom and raises her eyebrows. I smirk and she giggles.
“So… ” she says making me chuckle.
“Come here, I want to show you something.”
She obviously thinks that it’s some sort of line because she steps back.
“No, I don’t want to show you that. Just come have a look. It’s in my room.” I understand that it does sound like a sexual innuendo, but I don’t mean it that way. I see her mouth fall open and she looks at me like I’m some kind of creep.
“I promise nothing sexual,” I assure her taking her hand and leading her to my room at the end of the hall. I turn on the light and I feel her tense up slightly. I smirk in response while I lead her over to my bed.
“Wait here and close your eyes.”
She looks at me suspiciously and I chuckle in response.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to attack you,” I say making her laugh.
She closes her eyes and I walk to my closet and retrieve my grandmother’s crystal rose. It still looks as beautiful as the day she gave it to me. The thin petals are colored in light pink and the stem is green. The rose sparkles and throws out scattered light throughout the room when I take it from the drawer.
“Okay, keep your eyes closed, but put your hands out,” I instruct while walking over.
“I swear to God, if you put your cock in my hands, I’m going to rip it off.”
“No, nothing like that,” I choke out laughing. I sit next to her on my bed and place the crystal rose in her open hands and then I lean in and kiss her cheek making her giggle. “Open.” I watch her hesitantly open her eyes. She looks at the rose and smiles brightly while she studies it carefully.
“Will, it’s so beautiful.”
I nod. “Yeah, it’s quite stunning isn’t it,” I say while caressing her cheek. “It was my grandmothers. She gave it to me before she… ” I can’t say the word as I choke up a little. Kat looks at me and squeezes my hand.