It started when my new friend, Savanna, got the bright idea to sneak off to a party. We'd both just turned 18 the month before, but we were still in high school and still lived at home. Both of our parents were really strict, and it was their house, so their rules, and we had to sneak out of her bedroom window.
Being that we didn't get out much, we weren't very heavy drinkers. The party wasn't very large. But several legit adults sat around a table in a dimly lit living room passing around a bottle and playing cards. Savanna and I took our seats join in with the grown ups.
A man sat across from me who really had to have been mid to late 30s, but he had very flattering features. His eyes were a glowing sort of light blue, with sapphire blue rings around the edges. His short blonde hair was the perfect shade to compliment his smooth tan skin. His arms bulged slightly at the ends of his short sleeves. He was quite a large, but balanced build. I remember blushing when he caught me staring at him. But the strangest thing happened. I began to catch him staring at me!
At first he'd look away, or begin talking about something that was behind me. But after the first few times he just kept staring at me, despite my curious return glance. I remember feeling so flushed when his gaze didn't break away. I thought to myself, 'Wow... He isn't even trying to hide it anymore. He thinks I'm pretty!'
It wasn't long before I was ready to tap out. Two or three rounds, maybe. I was feeling pretty light headed. I could feel my face was flush and my short black hair hung loosely in my eyes. I was wobbling in my chair.
A woman sitting next to him, that I believe I recall was his sister, lived there and offered me a bed in her own room. I was eager to take it since Savanna had ditched me twenty minutes ago to fuck her exboyfriend behind her current boyfriend's back in the guest bedroom.
I stood, timidly accepted, and walked past the perfect Adonis. I noticed the smell of vanilla and musk. He even smelled beautiful. I smiled at him with droopy eyes and took my leave. As I walk passed him, he extends a single finger without even lifting his hand from the armrest, and grazes my thigh just below my skirt.
I stumbled down the hall to the door at the end. I opened it, closed the door behind me, and immediately fell on the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.
The next thing I recall is warmth on my lips. Before I open my eyes I realize that warmth was breath, and quickly decide it's best to keep my eyes closed. Instant fear overtakes me.
I feel someone's lips graze mine, in the softest kiss I had ever and have ever received in my life. It's difficult to maintain steady, slow, sleep-like breathing, but I prevail.
I smell his cologne and I know it is him. The perfect Adonis that couldn't take his eyes off of me, now could not keep his hands off of me.
I am curious where this will go if he thinks I'm still passed out, and while I am frightened it might go exactly where I was thinking it would, I welcomed the thrill of being able to pretend I couldn't remember in the morning. He was, after all, about to take my body to do with as he pleased... without asking. That excited me. He wanted me so badly he wouldn't risk being told no. He had to have me.
I felt his hand brush my hair away and I heard him speak in a most faint whisper directly into my ear, "I dreamed about you last night, and I recognized you as soon as you walked into the room. You're her. The girl from my dreams."
His hand traced behind my ear, down my jaw line, and down my neck. In one soft motion he hooked his finger under the button of my blouse and released more cleavage than I'd feel comfortable showing in public. He traces my left breast and performs his smooth hook and release tactic and before I realize it's even happened, my chest is exposed.