I had always been a bit of a loner. It's hard for me to open up to others even if they appear to really enjoy my company. In an effort to put myself out more into the world, I asked Shelly, a work acquaintance, out for drinks after work one Friday evening. To my surprise, she didn't have plans and seemed very excited to go out with me. I had an eye on her since she started working in receiving. She's so confident and intelligent. Every time we cross paths in the copy room I always marvel at her fashionable clothes, and that beautiful body. She's so petite and delicate but a total powerhouse. She is everything I wished I could be.
On the evening that we were scheduled to go out, I left work a little early. I wanted to make sure I was looking my best for Shelly. I rushed home to shower, fix my makeup and to pick a suitable outfit. I decided to wear a lavender silk button up blouse and a short black skirt and pumps. This seemed like a good choice for the occasion. I hoped that Shelly would like it. We decided on a little Spanish restaurant that is down the street from our office. I arrived first and got us a table towards the back of the restaurant. It was quiet and perfect for conversation. I was so looking forward to getting to know her. I ordered a drink to calm my nerves and waited patiently for her arrival. Only a few moments passed before I saw her walking into the restaurant. I watched as she scanned the room to find me. Our eyes met and I raised my hand to urge her towards our table.
We talked and drank for hours. I learned so much about Shelly. Where she grew up, where she went to school, and how she had been married for a year after graduating college but decided that monogamy wasn't her thing. I shared my story too and she seemed to hang on every word I was saying. It isn't often that I feel people are really listening to me. She did, with bated breath. The end of the night was drawing near and the restaurant began to clear out. At this point, I was pretty intoxicated. My nerves had gotten the best of me and I drank too much. Shelly could tell I was in no condition to drive. She offered to let me spend the night at her place and take me back to get my car in the morning. Of course I complied with this suggestion. I'm not the type to engage in risky behavior, especially drunk driving.
When we arrived to Shelly's apartment, she took her shoes off and immediately offered me another drink. I thanked her and took my pumps off by the door. We sat on the couch together and continued to talk sipping our rum and cokes while Shelly flipped on the television and began channel surfing. After a few moments of what seemed like awkward ice breaker conversation, Shelly slid over to my side of the couch and placed her hand on my thigh. She continued channel surfing as she held my thigh like it wasn't unusual or potentially unwanted physical contact. My mind began to race and my heart began to pound. What did this mean? I immediately clammed up. She began running her fingers up and down my thigh and in doing so, my skirt lifted slightly. I began to feel very warm. I could tell my face was flush. I could feel it. Suddenly, Shelly threw the remote control on the other end of the couch and turned toward me. Without any hesitation, Shelly took my face in her hands and kissed me softly on the mouth.
