Meeting an Old Friend at a Club

The air was crisp when I walked into the club tucked away on a quiet street. It was a place with dim lighting and thumping music, appropriate to enjoy the thrills of night.

It was a typical Friday night. I was ready to groove to peppy music and have fun. I was feeling confident and desirable in red lips, heels, and a black dress that highlighted my curves and deep neck, hinting at the lacey lingerie holding my well-rounded slopes.

I moved into the packed club to get my drink at the bar. The club was teeming with sweaty boys and girls. Their bodies pressed together in the heat of the dance floor. The air, thick with pheromones and alcohol, buzzed with the promise of secrets and the temptation of sins yet to be committed.

I swayed to music with a couple of drinks in my body. I was carefree and loving freedom. I saw a pair of familiar eyes in a silhouette across the club. I felt a flutter of nerves as I scanned the room.

And then I saw him.

His watchful brown eyes locked at me, soaking up every move I made on the dancefloor. He is taller than I remember--an athletic build that spoke of strength. Broad shoulders and a chiselled jawline gave him a commanding presence. His designer clothes and well-groomed appearance added to an air of effortless sophistication.

I smiled with glittering eyes as he made his way towards me.

"Chloe," Adrien said, as if sensing my presence. A grin spread across his face, the same one that used to brighten my days. His hug felt comforting.

Pointing towards his table, he took me there while gently placing his hand over my shoulder. He was close, walking behind me but still managing to make a path through the jam-packed room. At one point, the press of the crowd pushed me backward, causing our bodies to collide. The feel of him against my backless dress sent a sudden jolt of energy between us.

At the table, we spoke as if no time had passed at all. We broke the ice with stories of jobs, travel, and life flowing between. Ending our chit-chat on losing our respective relationships.

"You need another drink; let me buy you one," he said. His voice is deep yet mischievous as ever.

"Rum and lemon, right?"

Amused that he remembers my choice of drink, I say it's a refill, then wink.

We drown ourselves in more drinks and shots. And I begin to feel him around me. The music got louder and wilder, and I found myself dancing closer to him and our bodies matching the rhythm and being in sync.

As the night wore on, I found myself watching him more closely, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. I felt nervous and had shivers down my spine every time his hand would brush against my body.

My mind drifted to the last time we had seen each other. It was at a mutual friend's house party, a night that ended with too many drinks and us both crashing on the same bed.

My chain of thoughts broke when I felt his one hand sliding on my waist. A shy smile spread on my face, an invitation for him.

His hand now rested well on the curve of my waistline. He occasionally felt my back and made a circle with his fingers on the exposed skin from the deep cut of the dress. I could feel my desires rise and my mind anticipating what's next to come.

Adrien noticed the caution in my speech, and his gaze would drop on my red lips and busty cleavage whenever I smiled or bit my lower lip.

I could see him noticing my boobs with his calm expression yet eyes filled with pure passionate rage.

An unspoken connection is growing between us, weaving itself through words and glances.

He ordered the last round of shorts and whispered in my ear.

"Let's make a night to remember."

With that being said, I felt a tingling sensation between my thighs.

"Do you ever think about that night?" Adrien asked suddenly, his voice softer.

I looked up, meeting his gaze with a racing mind if he could read my thoughts. "Sometimes," I admitted, feeling my cheeks getting warm as the blood flushes on my face.

With a long pause, he says, "I remember waking up to have you next to me, under the same sheet." Adrien confessed.

The weight of unspoken feelings hung between us. I felt my heart was beating faster, my palms now slightly sweaty. The room seemed to close in, focussing my world down to just him.

"What if," I said carefully, "we've both been afraid of the same thing while sipping on the last drop of my drink." His eyes locked on me, noticing every breath I am taking as if measuring the rise and fall of my breast. He brushed his hand through his hair, looking away and finding the right words to say.

With all the sexual tension that was rising between us, he was still so composed yet, but my body tells a different story.

He stood up, taking me by surprise. In a dominating voice, he says,

Come, let's go and offer me his hand.

His touch was firm and electric, sending a thrill up my arm. He led me through the heavy crowd to the main door. My breath hitched, and I realised while waking out of the club just how much I wanted this--how much I had always wanted this.

In a firm voice, I tell him, Let's go to my place.

Back at my apartment, the space felt charged. The walls seemed to hum with the energy of our reunion.

Adrien turned to face me, our faces inches apart, just like that morning three years ago. "I've missed you," he said softly. And then he kissed.

It was gentle at first--a question and an answer, all wrapped up in one touch. My arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, the years of longing and what-ifs dissolving into the here and now. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together. Not wanting to let go.

"I was too afraid to say anything back then. I didn't want to ruin our friendship." But now, I want this more than anything he says.

We kissed again. This time it was not a chaste kiss. This time he allowed his hunger to take over and devour my lips. I matched him by pulling him even closer, as if melting in his arms. Our tongue pressed between our lips. Exploring every crease of his lips and soft morn escapes me.

Adrien withdraws to catch his breath and says in a low voice, "It's better than what I have ever imagined."

To be continued...