Rosie and I both have our birthdays on the same day. The year we turned eighteen we decided to have a joint birthday party at Rosie's place. She lives alone with her dad and he said that he had no objection and would pay for everything with one stipulation. We had to organise everything ourselves as he wasn't going to. We asked about alcohol and he said that was fine as we were all old enough to have a drink. He did put a limit on just how much alcohol we could bring. He insisted that we could only have wine and beer, no strong drinks. Anyone who showed up with something stronger would be shown the door.
So we arranged the party and made sure everyone understood the limitation on booze. The girls had no problem with this, although a couple of the boys who were coming grumbled a little.
The evening of the party rolled around and we were all having a good time. Mike, being a big he-man as well as an idiot, produced a bottle of vodka. Adam, Rosie's dad, appeared out of nowhere, confiscated the vodka, and invited Mike to take a hike. Mike promptly squared his shoulders and threw out his chest, ready to fight for his right to get pissed.
Adam just stood in front of him, smiling and gently shaking his head. It suddenly dawned on me that Adam, while being a rather unassuming and unassertive man, was also a very large man, and I don't mean fat. You could see the realization dawning on Mike, as well, that his would-be opponent was bigger and heavier than him and didn't seem in the least disconcerted about a possible fight. Mike backed down, apologised, and left.
That little episode was the only hint of any trouble and with that out of the way we all just settled down to enjoy ourselves. I wasn't sure how susceptible I'd be to alcohol and I'd promised my mother than I'd limit what I drank so that I wouldn't get drunk, so I limited myself to a single glass of wine. Quite a nice wine, it was, and I decided that I'd have another glass after the party wound down.
At the start of the party Adam had greeted me, wished me a happy birthday, flirted mildly with me, and given me a present, a very nice pair of earrings with a matching bracelet. They probably weren't real diamonds but even if they were cubic zirconia they were still top notch stuff. I put them on straight away.
I circulated, chatting with my girlfriends, flirting with the men, not that any of the flirting was serious. For some reason I noticed Adam quite a bit. He was also circulating, not noticeably so, but he got around. I'm pretty sure he found time to stop and speak to everyone at the party.
There were two other things I noticed about Adam. He apparently found time to count how many drinks Josie had and cut her off after her third. He also seemed to gravitate towards me quite a bit, always stopping to flirt a little before moving on. I flirted right back. That little confrontation he'd had with Mike had made me see that he was really quite a dominant man. An alpha, I think is the term. He didn't need to flex his muscles to demonstrate this. The other men just seemed to know and acknowledge the fact.
"I saw you cut Josie off," I said, holding up my empty glass. "Not going to do that to me are you?"
"No need," he calmly told me. "You've only had the one."
It was a case of well I'll be damned. He'd also been monitoring what I'd been drinking. I wondered if he'd try to cut me off if I started having a few glasses and from the slight smile on his face my guess was yes, he would. It was odd. I should have been resenting his assumption that he had authority over me, but it actually made me feel comfortable and secure knowing that he was watching.
The party went along nicely. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and no-one got drunk or started a fight. I suspect Adam had a lot to do with that. Eventually people started leaving. Somehow it didn't surprise me when Adam confiscated a couple of sets of car-keys, arranging lifts for those unable to drive. (Unable in Adam's opinion, but no-one wanted to argue the point.)
With the main horde gone Josie and I started wandering about, tidying up a little. A couple of the girls who had lingered joined in. I was idly wandering through the house to make sure we hadn't left glasses or rubbish or the odd person lying around when I ran into Adam. Literally. I made an abrupt turn and bounced off him. Apparently he didn't just look solid but felt it.
"Always happens," he said with a sigh. "It's why I don't go out very often, all those lovely young things throwing themselves at me."
"It was an accident," I pointed out.
"If you say so," he said in a dubious voice. "Anyway, step into my office for a moment. I was hoping for a quiet word with you."
He was? Why? Almost before I knew it he'd opened the door to his office and ushered me in, closing the door behind us.
Hand pressing lightly against my back he was urging me closer to his desk. It reminded me of him - big and solid.
"Now if you'll just bend forward over the desk," he murmured, and I'm like, "WHAT?"
I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I went red. Very red from the warmth of my face. That, unfortunately, was the least of it. I suddenly had a bunch of butterflies in my tummy and I could feel blood also rushing to another part of my body. Something seemed to catch fire deep inside and I could feel the heat warming me.
"Wh-why do you want me to bend over the desk?" I stupidly asked. Stupidly, because it was damned easy to guess why. He just smiled slightly, lifting his eyebrows up and down and waited.
Self-preservation told me to get the hell out of his office and I mean right now. Do not, not, NOT bend over that desk. So I just naturally bent over the desk, didn't I?
He lifted up my dress, bunching it around my waist, while his hand started moving slowly over my bottom. I was calm. I could handle this. It wasn't as though I was going to let him do much more than what he was doing, now was it?
I'll admit I gave a small gasp when his hand slipped between my legs and started rubbing me a little more intimately. I was way too aware of the fact that I was a woman and that a man was touching me in a very personal way. The heat down there seemed to be increasing, and I was moving restlessly. I wasn't actually pressing myself against his hand but I seemed to be very aware of where it was at all times.
When he slipped my panties down I had to stuff a hand over my mouth to stop myself giving a little scream. I hadn't really expected him to go that far. After that I was chewing on my hand as his hand started touching me again and this time his hand was actually touching my most private parts, without even my panties to protect me.
By this stage I was muttering into my hand. I don't know what I was saying but it sounded a lot like whimpering to me. Adam seemed to take it as encouragement and his touches were becoming even more outrageous.
When he slipped a couple of fingers between my lips and started touching me inside I knew the time had come to tell him to back off. Enough was enough and what he was doing was way past enough. I was twisting about, feeling his fingers going deeper, and I was really going to tell him to stop. I really was.
Then he did something and it was as though he'd goosed me with an electric current. I don't know what he did, but oh boy, did I ever feel it. I gave a startled shriek and I heard him give a soft laugh.
"No need to panic," he told me. "I just rubbed a little too close to your clitoris. See?"
