Chapter 12
About six-thirty that evening I was into another scallop wrapped in bacon and talking with Jean Power and Chris Hanson about real estate trends in the city. The party was well underway.
To my surprise, someone lifted my left arm -- still holding the empty toothpick, and slipped in next to me in an intimate way. I got a kiss on the cheek.
"Kristi! You made it." She gave me a megawatt smile that made my insides melt into a pasty mash of puppy love.
Kristi looked beyond beautiful or stunning. Words couldn't describe her. For the first time, I saw her with her hair down -- long blond locks that gently curled in a spiral fashion as they cascaded near her breasts; oh, my God -- her barely covered breasts.
She wore a hip-hugger skirt and an unusual crop top that left her midriff bare, revealing a small tattoo of a rose right above her belt line that I hadn't seen before. I wondered where the stem of the rose started. The top consisted of two pieces of spandex that crisscrossed over her full breasts, leaving a lot of cleavage available and not much to the imagination about what her breasts looked like. The brightly colored micro-skirt left her spectacular legs available for ogling. She wore some sexy spike heels that called to me.
After recovering from my speechless state, I introduced her to Chris and Jean. I also explained what we'd been talking about, and Kristi joined right in, talking about stratified mortgage rates versus the rate of home sales in various price bands. She'd apparently read several articles on the subject a couple of weeks ago. Chris and Jean were immediately impressed with her grasp of the subject and the conclusions she'd drawn about real estate investments.
As we stood there, Kristi insisted that I keep my arm around her. Several times she even made sure I knew that it was more than acceptable for me to put my hand on her breasts. Chris was drooling. The men in the conversational circle next to ours were also slobbering as they watched the two of us.
Eventually, I suggested a glass of wine and Kristi accepted. We went over to the bar area. I expressed what I was feeling, "Kristi, you look beautiful, and I'm so glad you came."
She giggled, "I hope to come later too ... with you. I am only here because of you. I hope we can spend time together tonight."
There are certain things in life that stroke a man's ego. I can't speak for everyone, but this man -- me -- was ecstatic at what Kristi had just said. Every sexual part in my body started to react with twinges and jerks.
Just to cover some bases, I asked, "Marshall?"
Kristi smiled, "Captain on an eight hour flight from Sydney to Manila about now. He sends his regards, looks forward to meeting you and everyone else, and expressed his fervent hope that I would have a very good time. I specifically told him about you and my feelings for you."
"Feelings?" I asked.
Kristi leaned forward and kissed me. "I like you a whole lot, Jon. Couldn't you figure that out?"
"My bad," I said. "I was thinking you were so out of my league that I missed your signals. You must know that I feel the same about you. I didn't even hope that the feelings were mutual."
"And Amber?"
"She knows everything there is too know about you, including how taken I am with you."
Kristi smiled, and then kissed me again. "I like how you kiss ... and how you taste, and smell. You're manly."
"Kristi, you're turning me on."
"Good. Isn't that the idea of this party? You've already turned me on." She paused and said, "By the way I'm not wearing any underwear. I just thought you should know." She nibbled on my earlobe. She whispered in my ear, "I'm only wearing four things, and two of them are my shoes."
Even at that point, I wasn't a hundred percent sure whether Kristi planned to stay beyond having some cocktails. I had my hopes; however, I couldn't bring myself to believe in the possibility that we'd do anything later in the evening. Big brain was shutting down; little brain was getting all excited. I introduced Kristi to a few others who stood nearby us. The only ones I detected strong positive vibes from Kristi about were Tyler and Greg. I made a mental note.
As we stood and sipped some wine, and snacked on a few things within reach, Amber came by and I got to introduce Kristi. Amber said, "I couldn't resist tasting that seafood dish you brought. The sauce is marvelous. You are quite a cook."
Kristi explained about how she loved to be creative in the kitchen, and how she had the idea to create the sauce for the dish. I couldn't wait to try it; it was not out of a can. We migrated to the buffet line and I got to taste the nectar she'd created -- it was the best sauce I'd ever tasted. I probably made a pig of myself, but I focused my entire meal on her Newberg dish. Kristi looked pleased that I liked it so much.
We chatted and talked. From time to time, others would join us for a while, mostly to meet the new 'girl.' When one looks like Kristi, one is no longer a girl; she was all woman -- incredible sexy woman.
Amber spoke to me briefly while Kristi went to the powder room, "Kristi is a knockout. You'll have fun tonight."
"If she stays."
"If she stays I want some of that too," she teased, but I knew she was serious.
"I guess we'll see," I said as I sipped my wine.
"See what?" Kristi said as she sat down beside me again.
Amber spoke up, "See whether you stay for the evening at our party. We were both hoping you would."