Alrighty, party plans solved. I surely wasn't going to turn down an invitation from such a lovely girl. I looked through my closet at what was clean and decided on gothic cowboy attire for the evening: Black western shirt with silver piping, black stretch jeans, black cowboy boots with silver tips, black Ronnie VanZant style cowboy hat and a touch of eyeliner and lipstick. Quick and easy to do. I was in my car headed back to the rich part of town by 10:30.
I pulled up to the house expecting to fight for a place to park but the curb was empty so I pulled up right outside the gate which was now closed. I walked up to the gate and started to push it open. With the slightest pressure it swung wide open and closed just as easily as I walked toward the house.
I rang the doorbell like Derick did earlier, only this time a tall blonde answered the door in place of Jolene. She was wearing a tight, short red dress and kitschy devil-horns. Cute, if overdone. She just looked at me, a slight grin.
"Uhh, is Jolene around?"
The blonde waved me in and told me to wait there. I could hear the party going in the back of the house as she walked up the stairs. Within a minute Jolene was bouncing down the stairs. "Hi!" she exclaimed, "I'm so glad you came." She took me by the arm and started dragging me into the house, closer to the party. Being this close Jolene seemed even shorter than she did before, just barely coming above my chin. "So," she smiled up at me, "what's your name?"
I had been so taken with her that I forgot I hadn't yet introduced myself. "My name's Marc. Nice to meet you." I smiled and bowed slightly. Jolene just giggled. Normally that would have annoyed me, but it wasn't the brainless giggle of a mall girl. It was the sound of someone truly delighted. It was a sound that made my spirits soar.
Just as I looked back up from her we entered a large room that seemed to be at the very center of the house. A spotlight shone on the doorway and suddenly Jolene was illuminated. It was the first time I'd noticed what she was wearing. It was a long black gown, form fitting, that had some kind of silver sparkly threads running through it. Her green eyes glowed again. I felt eyes on me, but had no idea whose or how many. As we walked out of the beam of light my eyes adjusted and I saw a room of nearly a hundred people dancing, drinking, and just generally having a good time. Jolene dragged me out on the dance floor. Bella Morte's "Where Shadows Lie" was playing and, though I wasn't much of a dancer I gave it my best shot. As we danced someone came through with glasses of red wine. It didn't take long of alternating between seeing and feeling Jolene's voluptuous figure slither sexily across the floor before I was going out of my mind with lust. She would come close just long enough for me to get used to the feel of her body against mine and then she would pull away, making me watch her glide and shake and float and slink. She knew just how to use her body for maximum sexual effect, but it each time she looked me in the eyes that the lust exploded. The bright green of earlier turned to a darker, burning green. Finally as she danced back closer to me she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was the most electric thing I've ever felt in my life. I felt some spiritual energy surge through her into me. I felt our tongues fight each other until they felt like they meshed. Surprisingly when we broke the kiss not much time had passed. The same song was playing. It felt like an hour had gone by. My energy levels had gone through the roof.
Before the song's end Jolene had grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room back toward the stairs. We made a mad dash up them and I actually outran her, reaching the top several steps ahead of her. Of course, I had no idea where to go from there, so I was left standing, feeling a little silly. She stopped as she topped the stairs and kissed me again, this time softer. "C'mon," she urged, "just down here." She tugged my hand and slipped into a room. I followed directly behind her and closed the door behind me. My hat had already disappeared somewhere and my hair covered her as I fell on the bed atop her. I kissed her with every ounce of passion I could muster. We rolled and tumbled across her bed, our makeup blending a bit. It was when we stopped kissing and Jolene reached to unsnap my shirt that I felt a shot of fear. I was not a one night stand kind of guy. In fact, I'd never had sex with anyone I wasn't in a serious relationship with. I stopped her and she seemed confused.
"But, I thought you wanted me," she pouted.
I told her I did, more than I ever wanted anyone, but explained that this wasn't my style.
