As the elevator doors opened, I escorted her, arm in arm, onto the building roof. Away from the city lights, the stars in the sky shone brightly. The view was spectacular, but not as breathe taking as she was in the seductive black evening dress.
I instantly embraced her, holding her tight with our lips almost touching. Looking into her eyes I could see that they sparkled brighter than the stars above. Leaning together, we kissed passionately with burning desires; desires that I have had since the first day I met her!
Our friendship started long ago as almost a love hate relationship. A mutual friend of ours introduced us one evening at a party he had. I still remember the first time I saw her. I had casually made my way from room to room, enjoying one generic conversation after another. Somehow I found myself in the kitchen. As I entered she was standing there. My first thoughts were, "Wow! Look at her, she is absolutely beautiful."
Her soft southern voice finally registered in my mind as she spoke, "Do I know you?" I was so dumbfounded that the only thing that came out of my mouth was, "Huh." A sweet smile appeared on her face and she laughed. "Shit, I'm such a fool" I thought, I turned and walked back out into the main room, forgetting why I had gone into the kitchen.
About an hour had past, I was dying for a cold soda; "I hope she isn't in there," I thought to myself, as I made my way back to the kitchen. I entered and a feeling of relief spread over my body, "She's not in here" I thought. As I had done hundreds of time before, I opened both the refrigerator and freezer door and bent down to retrieve my drink. I didn't notice as they came into the kitchen; all I remember is my friend saying that he wanted to introduce me to his friend. Still bent over, I tilted my head and looked up, it was she! I stood quickly, hitting my head on the freezer door.
PAIN, "Shit! Ouch!" was all I could say; and, on unsteady legs, I made my way to the nearest chair. "Is he always this clumsy" she giggled? "Usually" my friend answered, laughing. The next thing I remember, an ice pack was placed on my head and she was standing over me. My head hurt terribly, but my heart was doing flip-flops. Every time her hand caressed my face I thought I would die. But, oh what a way to go!
After the room stopped spinning, I looked up into her eyes and said, "I think I should leave, I'm not feeling very well," my friend said that I shouldn't drive but before he could offer to take me home, she said she volunteered. "Damn, this is just great," I thought, here I am with the prettiest girl I have every seen, I have made a fool of myself, "Twice" and now she offers to take me home and I have a splitting headache!
She grabbed both of our things, and led me to her car. Once seated, she started the car and off we went. "Where did this lady learn how to drive?" I thought to myself, as we wove in and out of traffic. She was very pleasant to talk too, but because I didn't want to make a fool of myself anymore than I had already done, I stayed quiet.
Finally reaching my home, she helped me to the front porch. As I turned to open the door the porch began spinning again and, I almost lost my balance. Quickly she wrapped her arms around me tightly embracing me. Looking into my eyes, she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. "Are you going to be alright," she whispered after the kiss? "I think I will manage" I replied in a trembling voice. Turning, she winked at me and said, "You're cute" and left.
About a week later, I was looking for one of my favorite coats. Not finding it, I remembered wearing it to the party, "I must have left it in her car" I remembered so I called my friend, wanting to get her number. "Why do you want her number"? He asked, "Are you going to ask her for a date"? "Hell No! I think I left my coat in her car," "She thinks you're cute," "Are you kidding, after I made a fool of myself, no way," I said. He razzed me for another half hour before finally giving me her number.
I must have dialed her number twenty or thirty times, "Damn! Is she always on the phone?" Finally, I got through. When she answered, I told her who I was saying, "remember the one who you drove home"? She laughed and said she remembered. Our first conversation lasted for almost two hours; she was so easy to talk to. We joked and laughed through most of the conversation. When our conversation ended, I had to call her back up to ask about the coat. She said she had my coat and if I wanted to come over she would cook us diner. Thinking quickly I said, "Since I have to come over to get my coat, why don't I take you out to dinner" She laughed and said, "As long as I don't have to pay."
That night was one of my most memorable evenings I have ever had. Over the next couple months our friendship grew, we talked almost every day, just catching up on how our days were, who we had dates with and so on. We never took our friendship to the next level, for that matter we never really did anything other than kiss. God, could she kiss! She had the softest, most sensuous lips that sent electrical shocks up and down my spine. Every time we kissed, I could feel the burning desire to take it further, but I was afraid. I didn't want to ruin a friendship and I had been rejected so many times so I never took the chance.
Over the next couple years, I moved all over the world for my company. Living in and out of hotels was pretty difficult, but I could always count on her. We chatted online and I called her often. I had to, just to hear her sweet southern voice.
One day I received a special invitation to a formal function. It was to be held back home where our main company branch is located. I only had two days to fly back home and I knew there would be no way I could find someone to go with me, or did I?
Reaching for my cell phone, I called, praying she would be home. Just before I hung up, I decided to let it ring a couple more times. Her sweet familiar voice spoke into the phone "Hello," "What are you doing on Friday night" I asked. "Do you know what time it is?" she said. "Yea, its three pm here" I said, "That makes it three am here" came her answer. After apologizing to her, I told her about the function and asked if she would like to be my date, she said she would love to. The next day, I made all the arrangements for that night. As I boarded the plane home, I felt relieved and anxious. I was so excited about being home again after being away for so long, that I couldn't sleep at all on the plane. Finally after a twelve-hour flight, we touched down. Three hours later I was back home. Exhausted, I slept most the next day, only to be awakened by the phone. It was the limo company saying they would be picking me up around eight. I asked if they had received my instructions? Which asked them to buy two-dozen long stem red roses; they said they would be in the limo.
After I hung up the phone I called her. "Are you sure that you are going to be ready by eight thirty?" I asked, "Hush" she replied. Three hours later the limo pulled up in front of my house. Thirty minutes later we arrived at her house. As I stepped out of the car, I suddenly felt a different feeling than I had ever felt before. I had never felt like this, but dismissed the feeling as being incomprehensible.
As the doorbell chimed, her sweet voice asked me in. "Just what I thought (chuckling to myself), she's not ready!" Looking around, I noticed that nothing had changed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her! She was standing at the top of her stairs. "Oh my God," came rushing out of my mouth.
She was absolutely gorgeous, wearing a long black dress with a slit up the side; her face was one of an angel! She slowly descended the stairs, and I notice the stocking and the high heels she wore were perfect.
Offering my hand, I helped off the last step, "Thank you kind sir," she said. If she only knew what I was thinking, she would not have said kind sir! "You look divine in that dress" I said, "This little old thing" she replied with a seductive smile!
Making sure the house was secure; I escorted her to the limo. Once seated, I gave her the elegantly wrapped box. :"What is this?" she inquired, "Just a little surprise" I replied. With her delicate fingers she unwrapped the box, lifted the top and looked inside. Looking into my eyes, I could see a small tear formed in the corner of her eye. "Now we don't want to mess up your mascara, do we?" I reached my hand up to wipe the small tear away; she placed her hand on mine. Leaning forward, she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for the roses.
