Buzzed and happy; not a bad way to spend some near Christmas holidays with friends who felt like family. I had enjoyed myself without causing any awkward or embarrassing moments. Something I'd call a win. Playing pool and cards was a great way to pass the time and I wasn't ready to call it a night. With everyone else on their way to bed, I decided to tidy up. Who knew how any of us would feel in the morning?
Smiling to myself, I continued to clean up the random items lying around the basement, our party central headquarters. Darla had been nearly asleep on her feet. Her friends and family had counted nearly 25 heads here. Most everyone else had left around 230am leaving me with my much older yet good friend Darla, her husband Morgan, her eldest son Eddie, and a friend of his, Terry. We continued the party, played more cards, bantered and enjoyed ourselves. It had to be nearly 4am. When was the last time I was up this late?
Smiling to myself I wandered towards the bathroom. The bag I'd been filling was nearly full and nature was calling. After my business had been dealt with, I found another bag under the counter and came back into the games room to find Eddie picking up cans. "Hey you, I thought I was the last one awake."
Looking over his shoulder at me, Eddie was a fine sight to see. 6'2", blonde, blue eyes and athletic, he had grown into an exceptional young man. Though come to think of it, he only a few years younger than I. He was a far cry from the little boy I used to babysit for Darla. He smirked as he turned back to his task. "Figured I should check on you Midget, make sure you didn't pass out down here."
"Ha ha. That was one time and forever ago Gigantor." Some casual banter later, the games room was fairly clean. "I think that's it." I smiled at him. "Thanks for the help, but you know I'm taking all the credit right?"
Standing across the pool table from me, I had to squint through the pool lights to see the striking jawline. Mentally shaking my head, I couldn't believe this guy didn't have a steady girl. "May as well, I wasn't going to clean up til you had started." Taking the game score sheet, he balled it up and made a big show of shooting it towards the garbage can in the corner; and missing spectacularly.
"Well I guess you're warming the bench now." We both chuckled as I walked over to pick it up. I heard him come up behind me. "I got it." Standing I tossed the paper ball in the basket and turned to face him. "What's with the smirk Eddie?"
This huge grin had appeared on his face as he looked down at my 5'4" height. "Worked like a charm Robyn. Do you really think I'd miss a shot that easy?" Pointing up, my gaze followed to the sprig of mistletoe I had completely forgotten about.
My mouth went dry as I looked back at this very attractive younger man. His grin faded to a small smile, as his hand came up and cupped the side of my face. The heat from his hand felt cool to the blush spreading across my face. At the simple touch, I found it difficult to breathe. My lungs didn't want to cooperate and my heart was pounding in my chest with anticipation. Eddie was moving so slowly, my breath hitched as I managed one more intake before his lips touched mine.
My body became conscious of everywhere his skin touched mine. From his hand on my neck to the exquisite taste of his mouth on mine. Our tongues mingled and he bit my bottom lip. This delicate space between our bodies felt electric and at the small bite, my body formed to his. My hands dug into his shirt at his hips. I heard a small moan and realized it had come from me. His other hand now rested on my rib cage and I felt his arousal growing against my belly. Feeling my own dampness between my legs, I pushed deeper into the kiss, my body's desires urging me to feed upon this man. Until I had to come up for air anyways.
Pulling away to draw a breath, our bodies were still pressed into each other. Looking up at him, my only thought was that he was breathing heavily too. Without conscious thought, I drew him down into another kiss. I stood on my tiptoes to taste his tongue and nibble his lower lip. I heard him groan just before he pushed me back into the wall. Pinned, I felt his hands begin to roam my upper body. Cupping the sides of my breasts through my shirt, he drew shivers from my body. My hands pulled at his shirt, lifting it free of his pants to touch his skin. My fingers ran over the contours of muscle as I gripped his waistband to pull him closer.
Feasting on each other, my thoughts swirled between 'Is this actually happening?' to 'What the hell am I doing?!' and spliced often with 'Oh my god!' My fingers dug into his side, wanting him closer as I devoured his mouth. Happily giving into my body's desires, I stood on my left leg still pinned against the wall. I raised my right leg to wrap around his lower body, drawing him into my centre of heat. His hands were under my shirt, running up and down my back, sparking electricity through my body. My bra came undone as I was attacking his shirts buttons, wanting his skin on mine.
