Please enjoy my new story! You might pick up a reference to an earlier piece, 'George and Ryan', which you are welcome to read. As always, a vote or a comment is appreciated.
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Let's kiss, then!"
Kathleen had taken a great gulp from the wine bottle she was holding and lurched toward him. As she closed in he could see from the corner of his eye, his two friends leap backwards with a yelp.
Kathleen was tipsy and excited. They all were, after their concert. An hour and a half of singing great music, in the concert hall and under lights, with an orchestra adding to the crowd on stage, had taken them to a point something like ecstasy. As was usual after a concert, there was a party, with snacks and drinks, music, silly songs, drinks, more drinks... it could be a long night. It was also usual, after so much emotion on stage, for couples to get very romantic together. And not just couples: individuals, ex's and not-yet's, someone who'd caught your eye weeks ago - anyone - often found themselves in positions and combinations that surprised themselves and everyone else.
However, Kathleen was different. Quite reserved (yet with a loud voice), even prudish, she was shocked by the shifting relationships in the choir and the "pre-marital sex" as she described it with her trace of Irish accent. She was opinionated as much as she was prudish, she was also quite poor at recognising how annoying she could be. People could find her very tedious and were sometimes quite rude behind her back. He felt a little sorry for her - then at other times he felt very annoyed with her.
Now here they were, in a foyer at the university which had hosted the concert. The party was in a Union building, one of the common rooms that clubs could book for events like a concert after-party.
He was tipsy too, excited by the euphoria after the concert, pleased with how well the concert had run, maybe feeling generous and expansive... for whatever reason he didn't run away or push her off him. He let her kiss him. He thought, out of kindness, maybe also to shock and impress his mates - Kathleen was not considered worth "pursuing" by the lads in the choir. The two friends had made their opinion very clear just before!
She leant against him, arms on his shoulders, unfocused eyes looking into his face, her wine bottle tapping his back. He sensed a slight hesitation, an uncertainty, then she kissed him. It was wet and unsteady, her lips pushing too hard, inexperienced. She tasted of white wine.
She kept kissing, between hasty breaths. He noticed something build up in her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her hands gripped him. Her soft, plump body suddenly pushed against him. As he put his arms around her waist he felt her legs against his, pushing, spreading? She tried to squeeze him harder.
He remembered another time, one evening, another party - not so charged as this after-concert one. Kathleen was in the habit of getting drunk quite quickly. Sometimes she got even more opinionated and loud, sometimes she got into intense conversations that didnt make much sense and had odd pauses in them. This time she was watching a couple on the couch. They were kissing passionately, stroking shoulders and each other's backs. It wasn't that unusual for what happened at parties, although far beyond Kathleen's limits of acceptable behaviour. This time however, she watched intently, without judgement (he was sure). When the boy stroked his lover's neck and she responded, or if a hand crept round a waist and explored the curves below, she took in every detail, as if she was observing something to learn from. Or perhaps he was just over-thinking it.
"Hey Ryan, we're going back to the party. You think you'll be alright?" His friend, who had mocked at first, was not so rude now. He had sensed a change - they all had - and was now vaguely puzzled. The quick trip out to the toilets had become something much more for all of them. Ryan guessed he was trying to be supportive, just in a very drunk way. Kathleen pushed harder.
He noticed then that his body was starting to respond to her. His arms were around her and his lips were answering hers, trying to soften her urgent kisses. What was going on? He let himself kiss her more. The friends disappeared.
Kathleen paused, then kissed harder, then paused, then kissed again. He managed to settle her slightly, so things were not so frantic. He could feel her body moving against him. He felt her legs, wrapped around his leg. Something hard was there - her pubic bone was up against him now. The realisation sent a surge through him. She gave a small, deep moan.
She paused again and tried to focus on his face. She pulled back slightly and took a drink from the wine bottle. Then she put her lips up to his ear.
"Ryan, I want you to fuck me. Here. Tonight."
Ryan froze. Although his body was responding to her advances, his mind wasn't. This changed things. He drew back to look at her.
"Kathleen, did you just say... what I think you said?"
She winced. "No. I don't know - yes!" He could feel her steeling herself, forcing the words out. "All the people here... snoggin' all the time, at rehearsals an' all... the concert... the feelings at this party. I'm drunk but I'm standin', and I'm thinkin' still, and I'll tell ye, I want ye to fuck me!" Her Irish accent became more pronounced as she drove on, so that she said an almost sweet, lilting "fock me" by the end of it.
"I know I can piss people off, but I can't seem to help it. I reckon you're the only one who's always been nice to me." Ryan felt a twinge of guilt at the thoughts he'd sometimes had about her. She fumbled for the bottle but spoke before she could find it. "Everybody's always on about sex. The songs, the movies, the internet, and look at 'em in there!" She waved the bottle towards the partygoers. "So I want to see what it is. I want to do it. I want to have some sex!"
Ryan's mind was in a whirl. A part of him was urgently calling, oh yeah man, let's do this! Make the most of it! Take her before she changes her mind! Another part was trying to work out a place or a time. Another, higher part was saying, wait a minute, you can't just take advantage of her, what sort of guy are you?
His body had made its mind up already and nearly derailed his thoughts.
"Kathleen, it's not that simple..."
She gave a harsh laugh. "Ye think? I know, I know. It's all mad, but I'm going to do it. Now. This has to be tonight, and no more, and I know I might get myself in a hopeless tangle and fall head over heels for ye. There's another few girls here who'd like to get to know you a whole lot more, judging by their conversations. And there's a few you're interested in, and I'm not one of 'em. But I reckon you're pretty keen on anything in a skirt?" Although she was drunk, she was very accurate with her assessment of the situation - and himself. He warmed to her.
She rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel her breath, panting slightly. He could feel her warmth, her pubic bone against his leg.
She looked up at him. Her vision briefly cleared and she looked into his eyes. "It's tonight. Just tonight. I have to start sometime, and I know you'd be good to me, you'll know what to do to... help me. Just tonight. Please, Ryan!"
Ryan paused, feeling her body's arousal (and his own), seeing her openness, her simple request.
But it's never that simple.
For an answer, he took her hand and led her away from the main room. Down two corridors he found the room he was looking for, unlocked. It was rarely locked: it held only a meeting table and chairs, and a few couches at the back. He went for the couches.
He got two three-seater couches opposite each other, then pulled the cushions off them and filled the floor space between them, making a padded area about the size of a double bed. The couches stopped the cushions from separating. Kathleen was impressed.
