...this is for a special person in my life, all for you my secret smile...
I look around the kitchen checking to make sure I haven’t missed anything. The quiche is out, the sandwiches are there, the nuts n nibbles are set out too. I mentally run through the rest of my party list, the ice in the freezer and the mixers in the cupboard, good I think that’s everything. I can relax a bit more now and enjoy the night. I never need an excuse for a party in my house, the more the merrier is my motto when it comes to having fun. However tonight is a little different.
I jump every time I hear the doorbell go, wondering if it is you trying to act calmly in front of my other guests. We bumped into each other a few weeks ago and when he had spoken since I had no hesitation in inviting you to my next house party.
I t had been a couple of years since I had seen you and the feelings in my stomach when I saw you that day put me right back at the beginning of our friendship. The churning the hot flush, the wetness in my pants knowing what you could do to me. I was stood in the middle of the town centre and you still managed to make my knees go weak by just looking at me.
The doorbell rang bringing me back to reality. I made my way through my friends to the door to open it. I lifted the latch and opened the door. There you were all smiles for me bottle of red wine in one hand and a bag with more for the night ahead. I smiled back, resisting the urge to run away and let my stomach empty itself. I grab your arm and guide you into the hallway. You hand me the wine as a gift and I smile back at you leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek. You smelled so good, the wetness in between my legs growing in appreciation.
I take your coat and make small talk asking if you found the house easily and how your week had been. You are looking around the house at the people staring at you. I assure you they are all friendly it is just that on this occasion you are the new face and all of my friends are inquisitive. I take your arm introducing you to the multitude if faces, the hands outstretched fro a shake the females offering their cheeks. You were always the charmer in this situation making your way around like you knew them all. Some of th3e faces had that extra bit of recognition when your name was mentioned. I would give a little glare to those people not wanting you to know I had told some of my friends all about you in the past.
We made our way to my kitchen and I help you find fridge space for your drinks, introducing you to yet more faces. I sit myself up on the worktop in the kitchen and pat the space next to me you hop up and look down the length of the kitchen at all the people.
I inhaled your scent deeply, letting the shivers that take over run through my body, tingling my most private areas. I look at you as you talk to me studying your face. You look a little older than when we were close friends but you are still as handsome as always. Your dark hair and twinkling eyes full of mischief. Your mouth forming ht words I can hear you speaking, my heart and mind remembering how warm and soft your mouth can be and the smile that it can form. You stop what you are saying as you realise I am not fully listening to you and Im blush immediately as I realise my little inward fantasy has been caught out. I look at you in the yes and you just smirk back at me, knowing where I was and finding it amusing.
I shake myself up and offer you a tour of the house, you have never been here before and I needed the distraction. I walk through the kitchen and remind you of the rooms we have already been in, making small talk about things I have had to fix since my move into this building. I go up the stairs pointing out the bathroom and bedrooms as I go till we reach mine. I look at you quickly then proceed to make my way up the final staircase to the 2nd floor, showing you everything I can think of to just get that extra 5 minutes with you. As I come back down the stairs I hear a noise coming from my room and go straight in to investigate. It seems a couple of my friends have found my pc and are having a sneaky browse on the internet. I scold them jokingly and the leave me to switch it all off. You have followed me in smiling at the altercation you have just witnessed. I invite you to find a seat and you put yourself onto the edge of the bed, drink in one hand as I ramble on about things in general. I point out that I have photos to show you of family and friends and you come over to look with me, leaning over my shoulder.
The closeness of you makes my chest rise quickly as with every breath I take I can feel yours on my neck sending shivers down my spine.
I move back and walk to the other side of my room pointing out photos on my wall of days that you might remember. You come towards me and I sit on the bed pointing out the individual photos to you making comments in a nervous and obviously worked up way. You put your hand on my shoulder and I jump at your touch. You laugh out loud at me but do not remove your hand asking me if you make me that nervous. I take a deep breath and look at you confirming with my expression the answer to your question. I lean into you wanting to taste your lips but I pause just as I am bout to touch you. You put your hand on my leg and move back, telling me what I know deep inside that you are with someone and it’s not a good idea. The burn scalds me and I back away embarrassed at my foolish attempts.