We talked for a few more minutes, and finally I told him to call me some time. He programmed my number into his cell phone, and promised he would.
I walked back into the dance thinking I'd never hear from him again. Scared another one off. Chalk it up, Cari scares the guys off. They can't handle me. But at least I gave it a chance. If he wants to get in touch with me, now he has a way.
I put the music on, easy rock as I drove home. My high heels were kicked off, on the seat next to me. As I pulled out of parking lot I rummaged in my purse for my cell phone. Normally a call or two missed in the loud music of the dance. Yep! A couple of text message, and one phone call.
Keeping an eye on the road, I skimmed the text messages. Just a girlfriend, tomorrow I could return her message. I punched the phone to bring up the voicemail, turning onto the dark street to wind my way home. I rotated my back into the seat, relaxing. My legs were going to hurt tomorrow.
"Cari," came a male voice. Ummmm . . guys! Love them! Wish I could find one that didn't scare off! "This is Doug, I met you tonight at the dance." OMG! He called me! "I really enjoyed getting to know you, and hope you'll call me some time. Well, actually any time." He let out a low laugh that rumbled thru my belly in a very delightful way.
As I drove thru the darkness, I pulled up the number and called him back.
I sat nervous in the car next to Doug as he drove me home. Talking nearly every evening for the past week, some chemistry had truly developed. Neither one of us talked about the dancing. Instead we spoke about work, dreams, childhood, food, and all the mundane things your supposed to talk about. A few times I thought I caught innuendos. And I returned them in kind. But I could never be sure.
After a nice dinner out, Doug was being quite the gentleman, driving me home. The whole evening I saw his eyes occasionally stray to my cleavage, but then he would pull them back in. He did walk hand in hand with me, and slip his arm around me waist to steady me. But where was tight throbbing embrace like on the dance floor?
A part of me felt disappointed, another part felt relieved that things had gone back in the safe zone. The sexual energy that had existed between the two of us was magnetic. The memory of those two dances had haunted me all week. My own conflicted emotions played tennis in my head. One moment I felt like a sweet honey limp rag doll as Doug took full control, the next minute I felt like a blazing fire of pleasure ordering him around, watching him accept my commands. Well, not fully accept, there was a part of him that he had to fight with to allow me to command him.
His hand rested on my knee as he drove one handed thru the dark freeways to get me home. His hooded eyes glanced at me every so often, and I tried to keep my side of the conversation going. But I was getting tired, and the open eyed glances, his warm hand thru my skirt, it was affecting me. I shifted in my seat, moving my feet around in my heels.
As I did so, Doug pushed back the edge of my skirt, letting his fingers come to rest on my flesh. My head spun to look at him, startled by the touch. He kept on talking, letting the conversation continue. His smile had a decided sensuality to it as he watched me. I looked down at his hand on my leg, and looked up at him. His eyes danced in the darkness, smiling at my confusion.
As we pulled up to a stop light he leaned across the car, a hand wrapping around my neck, pulling me in to kiss him. I couldn't move. He smiled at my stunned reaction. His hand moving further down my leg as he kissed me, caressing, finger tips moving over the skin.
"You like this?" He asked, glancing at his fingers, my skirt hiked up. I let out a long breath that hiccupped. I felt like a high school teenager again. Blown away by the slightest touch, jumpy and tense, unsure of where it was going. His hand roamed my leg as I let out little gasps of surprised pleasure.
We pulled into my parking lot, and he parked the car. With no words he came over to open my door. I stood up, collecting myself so I could walk inside. Already I was realizing he was coming in. He didn't try to pretend to say his good-byes in the car. He had made his choice, and I had no say in the matter.
He walked politely beside me, saying nothing, asking nothing. I fumbled with purse, finding my cell phone instead of my keys. My brain was focused on the skin on my leg that now burned from his touch. The skin further up my thigh that had only been brushed that longed for more contact.
"Take a deep breath," he whispered in my ear. I hadn't realized where he was standing behind me. My body straightened to make contact with him. My shoulders connected, coming to rest on his chest. "You need to find the keys." He laughed in my ear, returning my focus to the job at hand. "Unless you'd like me to fuck you out here where the neighbors can watch."
Fuck? I drew a sharp intake. Sex? This had been a date, not a . . . well, I don't know, but I'm not that kind of girl! I don't go picking up random guys and . . .
My body begged to disagree with me. My palms and so many other areas of my body had suddenly become wet. My pussy burned warm, demanding. And a small itch, a swollen sensation lit thru my nipples.
"Get the keys," he demanded behind me. And I knew there was no arguing with him. I steadied myself and reached into my purse again, drawing the keys out.
I walked in, trying to bring a bit more control to myself, to try and stop this inevitable march to my bedroom that had begun. I walked away from him, leaving him to come thru the door on his own. I put my keys in their basket, my purse in its place, and turned to look at him. He stood at the door, watching my nervous actions. He was quite comfortable, and not the bit disarmed at being in an unfamiliar place. I flipped on a light, and he blinked, adjusting to the sudden brightness. But he stood his ground, standing at the door, waiting for me to come back to him. Waiting for me to do what my body was begging me to do, put his skin back on mine. He smiled, quite aware of himself, enjoying my own nervous tension, on my own home turf.
Finally my body could stand it no more, and I stepped towards him. He wrapped arms around me, and kissed me once again. Technique, I can't remember. What his tongue did, how it danced in my mouth, where it touched, it all didn't matter. He probed me, and I opened for him. He placed his hands on my ass, pulling me towards him, and I came. Mouths locked, his hands exploring my ass, my knees felt weak.
He pushed me up against the door, pulling my skirt up to my hips. I looked in fright at him.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you." He pulled back so I could see his face. Smiling he looked at me. I rested my head against the back of the door. Yes, this was the man I knew. Yes, this was the man who pulled me onto the dance floor. Yes, he wouldn't hurt me. I nodded to myself. He bent down to kiss me again, his hands moving over my thighs, his hands owning my ass.
Thank goodness for a hard door because it was on that strength that I remained standing. I felt myself wobble a few times on my heels, so I finally kicked them free of my feet. They landed some godforsaken place in my house, but at that moment I didn't care. All I knew was Doug's hands on my body, calling, demanding me, and the way my body turned to putty beneath him, the way I moved to meet his will.
"Bedroom." He said. I came up for air, not comprehending the statement, and then it clicked. Where was my bedroom?
In bare feet I padded down the hallway. His low rumbling laugh followed me. I turned on the light, opening my private retreat to him. He came in, glancing around at the art on the wall, and then went to sit on the bed.
"Undress for me."
I turned to look at him, not sure if I'd heard him right. He cocked an eyebrow, daring me to say otherwise. Still standing at the door to my own bedroom, I had a decision to make.
I strode to the center of my room, looking him full in the eyes. Spreading my legs slightly, and I ran my hands down my body, caressing my own curves, and then came back up. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation, and opened them to his eyes on me. He sat as still as I had been at the door. His full attention on me, hands grabbing the side of the bed.
Beginning with my shirt, I slowly unbuttoned it, easing the fabric off my shoulders. I let it fall behind me, watching as his eyes feasted on my breasts. I ran the palms of my hands over my fabric incased nipples, and saw him suck in air for half a second. I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt, finding the side zipper. I let my hips rotate back and forth as I unzipped. I kicked the skirt towards him, coming to land at his feet. He blinked, looking at the fabric that had just been hugging my skin.
