Anything could happen tonight, I mused as I drove carefully through Chinatown’s Canal Street traffic.
I drove to my cousin’s big yearly blow out party at his Brooklyn Loft. He lived just off Flat bush Avenue near the Manhattan Bridge.
I hadn’t seen my cousin in quite some time, in fact it seemed as though a whole spring had passed without seeing him. We are close and have been so for many years.
As is my custom, I usually arrive early to these events. It gives me a little time to catch up with my cousin whose name is George.
As I walked in the open front door, I immediately saw George walking down the hall “Oh my God, Steve what’s up man?” said George as he embraced me warmly. “What’s up George?” I said as I returned the embrace. “Man it’s so great to see you again Steve, we’ve not hung out in a minute,” George said sincerely.
“Yeah man word up it’s been a while,” I agreed. “Hey,” I asked, “you have some place to put this six pack.” George led me over to a makeshift drink table in the front of the loft. There was a painted sign taped up on the wall behind the table that read COOL OUT.
“Looks like it’s going to be some blow out man,” I mused as we walked back to the kitchen. “Oh yeah, we’ll have a few people here no doubt,” replied my cousin, “although, I don’t know how many will show up.”
I went to the keg and filled my first of about 4 cups of beer. As I walked around, I saw that in one of the roommate’s rooms they had a ping-pong table set up and a very attractive woman and this other guy were playing. I noticed she wasn’t very good and neither was he so I decided to watch them play for awhile. He eventually tired out; however, she still wanted to keep playing.
“Would you like to play a game?” I asked.
As I picked up my paddle, I introduced myself. “Hi I’m Steve. I’m George’s cousin from New Jersey.”
“It’s nice to meet you Steve, I’m Nicola Ferguson I’m a friend of Kurtis.”
Likewise, Nicola, I replied and then asked, “this is just a friendly game right?”
“Yes, that’s fine Steve, I don’t want to have a serious competition here, and lets keep it fun, she said with a beautiful smile on her lips.
As we played, I noticed her skill lacked just about as much as mine did. I hadn’t played ping-pong in over 15 years. It was a good spirited playful game, however. I made quips about searching for “lost balls.”
Nicola was not stunning but had a natural beauty about her. She was an incredibly sexy brunette with shoulder length hair and a sloped nose that was slightly big. She didn’t have to wear a lot of make up. Her body wasn’t ultra slender but not fat either. Everything about her was well proportioned and a real turn on. Her eyes were deep set and looked almost European. It was as if they gleamed the words “fuck me” at times.
There was a lot of joy and beauty in her laugh also. I loved to hear it as we played and subsequently made countless mistakes and outrageous serves. It made me glad that I took the precaution to have a condom in my wallet.
“Nicola, I don’t know about you but I could use a beer at this moment, could I get you anything from the other room?”
“That would be great Steve, I could use a break from this.”
As we both made our way through the growing throngs of people standing around with drinks in their hands, I filled up my cup and hers at the keg. “Here we are Nicola,” I said as I handed her the cup, “here’s to a great party and equally good company.”
“Cheers Steve,” she said with a grin.
“I never asked where you’re from,” I asked after taking a drink of the weak beer. “San Francisco,” she remarked. I’m here on vacation visiting a friend of mine for two weeks.”
As she drank, the beer left a bit of foam on her top lip. She quickly licked it off her top lip with her long tongue. When I saw this, my cock stirred.
To not gawk and be rude I asked the standard question that most people ask tourists. “How do you like New York”?
“I love New York, she gushed, it’s so fast paced and active, so much different than Frisco.”
“Yes indeed,” I concurred,” New York City is extremely fast and impatient.”
“I totally, agree,” said Nicola as her lovely deep set took on a far away, dream-like appearance. “I also notice that some people look very uptight here and they look as though they will explode any second. A comely smile drew across her face as her voice changed a bit; she said in a throaty voice barely audible above the cacophony of the party crowd roar.
“Thanks for the compliment,” I stammered, noticing the direction our conversation took.
“Your welcome Steve, I’m glad to give compliments where they’re due,” she said as she cocked her head to one side and let a single wisp of dark brunette hair fall across her delectable neck.
After some small talk between us, I told her I was going to go find George and ask him when he was going to get on his turntables.
“I look forward to chatting more later Nicola it was great meeting you, I said.”
“Likewise Steve, she replied, “I’ll catch up with some of my friends here. See you later.”
As my cousin took to the tables, I listened for a while to his selections of Hip Hop classics and mixed them together deftly. The party began to get that joyous air of festivity looked for Nicola but could not locate her at that moment.
I went and fetched one of the last bottles of Rolling Rock beer on the drink table and mingled with other people.
When my cousins friend Greg, got on the tables for the house music portion of the evening, it seemed to bring the party up a notch. It helped that by now people were well lubricated enough with alcohol.
The house beat Greg was spinning throbbed and was infectious. There were many people dancing now including, Nicola. Her dancing was much better then her ping pong playing. I watched as her body moved so fluidly with the music as if she were a slave to it’s rhythm.
I couldn’t stand to be a wall flower anymore as I suddenly thought Gene Kelly when he exclaimed in a burst of energy in one of his many films “GOTTA DANCE.” I put down my beer cup and danced as best I could to the beat trying not to look too drunk or lame.
As I hoped she would Nicola, saw me dancing, and broke away from her other partner, and danced her way over to me. She met my every move with one of her own. Soon we both flowed in perfect time with the beat. She had a beautiful sheen of sweat on her head and I took the liberty to wipe off her brow with my t-shirt. When we began to body dance, I felt my cock rapidly harden in my jeans. She felt it also, and it only made her grind into me harder.
By now, the few cups of beer and the bottle I’d had started to kick in. I’d ingested earlier were starting to kick in. I whispered as loud as I could in her ear without hurting her, could we take a break and hang out in my cousin’s room. “If you don’t mind Steve I’d like to dance a bit more, I’ll meet you in a few though, is that ok?”
“Sure,” I said. I didn’t want to push and ruin the mood we’d created minutes earlier on the dance floor.
I must’ve nodded off for a while because heard a woman’s voice and felt a nudge against my sweater. “Hey there Steve, you tired out already?” My eyes took a second to focus. Nicola had sat down next to me.
