A Dozen Dates (2 page)

At twenty-eight, Sandi was smart, and knew not to poke her nose into other people’s relationships so instead filled in time telling Gemma all about her new job, but soon, ten minutes had passed and Greg still hadn’t returned.

“Sandi, I need to go find him.”

“Okay, I will come with you,” Sandi said and she grabbed Gemma’s arm and led her outside.

They couldn’t see Greg anywhere... “Come on...” Sandi said, as she led Gemma to her boyfriend and a group of their friends. “Have you seen Greg?”

“Yeah, he took off in the car with Shelley about ten minutes ago...” Sandi’s boyfriend, Rob, informed them in drunken oblivion, and once again all the blood rushed from Gemma’s face and she was gutted.

“Gemma... Greg is a great friend of mine and I love him, but Honey, he is a lousy boyfriend,” Sandi said, trying to comfort her.

“Yeah, I think he made a fool’s decision... You’re a much better catch – prettier too...” Rob tried to console her, “Shelley’s nothing but hot sex!” Gemma froze.

“Rob!” Sandi screamed at him and then shook her head.

“Oh, sorry Gem...”

Just then Gemma’s phone beeped – it was a text message from Greg... “Let’s just have a break for a few weeks and take it from there.” Gemma closed her eyes and bit her lip as she tried to hold back the waters, but she couldn’t retain it all and a couple of tears rolled helplessly down her soft face, leaving trails in her make-up. She held out the phone for Sandi to read.

Sandi read the message and turned and cupped Gemma’s face in her hands, “Don’t you get back with him... Don’t you let him abuse you like that..!” Then she took a tissue from her handbag and fixed Gemma’s make-up. “Rob, get Gemma a drink of water please...” Rob came back with a beer, but Gemma was grateful for any fluid at that stage.

Gemma stood, leaning up against the wall in the shadow sipping her drink. She didn’t even know how she was going to get home – hell, she didn’t even know where she was. And of course, Sandi was right about Greg – what he did just wasn’t deserved and certainly not proper! She was distraught, but she was also angry, and she wasn’t going to let rumours of her running off into the dark crying get back to Greg and especially not to that Shelley..! She was going to hold it together... She was going to have a good time and enjoy the party – and when she finished her drink... she was going to have another...

Gemma was going to have another drink, but not before she made a much needed trip to the ladies room again... It was late and people were beginning to leave - the living area had a lot more space and noises were beginning to echo in the empty rooms. Again she washed and dried her hands, and then leant down and drank some refreshing water from her partially gloved hands – she hadn’t realised how dehydrated she was. She looked up and fixed her make-up determinedly well, resolute that her evening was going to be... Great! ...At least as far as everyone else was concerned.

Then her heart sank for a moment as a sense of unattractiveness washed over her, and she contemplated all of the reasons that Greg would choose Shelley over her... But it really came back to one thing... Sex! Shelley could offer him hot sex...

Stupid Greg! Did he not realise that she could be sexy... She could be hot sex – if had let her try... She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to look sultry... Oh, who was she kidding..? She was a virgin – with zero time experience. She didn’t know the first thing about what it takes to drive a man wild – to be hot sex.

No..! She wasn’t going to do that to herself... Being a stupid, pathetic twenty year old virgin didn’t necessarily mean she was inadequate... It just meant she was... unlearned... But she was smart, and she had seen it in movies, kind of... It didn’t look that hard... Well some of it maybe – but not really. Actually it looked kind of nice, and Gemma was quite looking forward to experiencing it.

Thinking of the sensual movie scenes Gemma viewed brought a feeling of warmth and fuzziness over her; and she almost felt sexy. She looked at herself in the mirror again – first her eyes, then her lips and finally her breasts. She could be sexy... She quickly mimicked a couple of subtle poses, raising and dropping her shoulder the way a Silver Screen Goddess might. She
was
sexy... She could see it; and in her intoxicated state she also had the buoyancy to feel it.

When Gemma stumbled out of the bathroom, she was a shining starlet; and she stopped and looked around the room just in time to see the handsome wallflower disappear into one of the rooms. She smiled to herself as she remembered... He had liked her... She could be sexy... She could – she knew she could, and so drunk and completely out of character, she opened the door and boldly entered the room behind him.

He turned and in the brief light the open door allowed, he recognised her. He watched curiously as Gemma closed the door behind her. “Hi..!” he said and he smiled. She didn’t say anything, but took a couple of steps forward and then stopped, momentarily self-conscious, but he wasn’t letting her get away a second time... He quickly stepped towards her, reaching out and taking her by the hand.

Gemma suddenly threw her arms around his neck and started kissing the wallflower, who at first seemed shocked but promptly enough matched her enthusiasm. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him, tightly – see... she knew what a man liked. His strong forceful kisses might have been overwhelming if she hadn’t had so much to drink, but as she was... her guards were down; her inhibitions dissolved.

Her common sense was drowning in a mix of alcohol and some sought of lustful contagion she had caught from her wallflower, sweeping her along to the rapids which lay ahead. Her heart was pounding and she sighed with desire, her head involuntarily falling backwards and exposing her throat to the mysterious stranger who stood before her. As he kissed and nibbled at her neck she felt a strange sensation sweep over her and an untamed moan escaped. The man sensed her urgency and in his vaguely intoxicated state walked her backwards until she collided with and banged her head on the door; then he locked it. She lifted her injured head and they looked at each other momentarily before their lips once again slammed together.

Gemma wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she yearned for something he had and she was unabashedly pursuing it. Her body was moving without her mind and her leg instinctively started rising along the side of his, but much to her frustration her skirt was hindering her movement. She thumped her knee against the fabric again and again and then she roared in aggravation. She instantly, and without thinking, in one surprisingly fluent movement, released the man, removed her hip-bag, unzipped her skirt and pushed it down over her hips; then she wiggled and stepped out of it as she once again grabbed for his shoulders and face and resumed kissing him. She raised her leg and locked it around his buttocks and upper legs, drawing him to her, and then hungrily jumped and pulled herself up onto him, wrapping both her legs around his frame.

He quickly caught her by her scantily, g-string clad bottom and moaned hungrily as his fingers dug into the bare flesh, but in his stupor, the force of her aggression knocked him off balance. He stepped backward, over and over trying to regain it, but once his ankle collided with the mattress on the floor he was gone... They toppled as one, first his buttocks and then his back landing on the mattress, and then his head flung back only to be clonked by hers as she fell like whiplash on top of him. They were both momentarily stunned by the impact of the collision and the sudden realisation that they had rather dramatically changed angles, but undeterred, they soon recommenced their desirous kissing.

Her legs straddling his frame, Gemma felt herself being urged up to a sitting position, and her face was hit by the gentle moonlight as it entered through the undressed window. Like in a dream she felt one of his hands slide up her body and caress her face, before both his hands explored the voluptuous forms of her up-pushed bosoms – it was so surreal... She felt the man tug at the tight garment, urgently trying to free her breasts from it but his effort was futile and so, relaxed and compliant, Gemma reached up behind her and fumbled with the laces until she managed to loosen them.

The man felt the corset give, and then he unclasped the hooks down the front and removed it, throwing it onto the floor beside the mattress. He began running his hands over the smooth, generous mounds before gently squeezing them. He sighed with erotic pleasure and then cupped them and brushed his thumbs over her hard, erect nipples.

The man sat up and began nuzzling his face into and kissing her breasts. She felt the warm flesh of his cheek brush over first one nipple and then the other and she heard him groan. Gemma began breathing unevenly. Then she felt his mouth slide across over one of her nipples and as he closed his lips around it she began to pant... His mouth was hot and moist and she felt like going crazy inside. She ran her fingers up the back of his head and through his hair and sighed hysterically as she pulled his face into her.

He reached up, again grabbing a breast in each strong hand, pulling them into his face, sighing and then taking the other nipple into his mouth. Then he raised his face, pulled her to his mouth and began kissing her lips again as he lay back down, bringing her with him.

Gemma felt his hand massaging her bottom making her stomach flutter tumultuously, before she was abruptly flipped over onto her back and he climbed on top of her. She had already been appreciative of his powerful physique, but having it lay atop her, pinning her under its weight was dauntingly breathtaking.

She gently clawed at the muscles in his back as she pulled him close while he kissed her, before sliding her hands down to the small of his back where she inched up his t-shirt and began tickling his bare flesh. Gemma sighed, and that sense of urgency hit her again as she uncompromisingly began reefing his shirt from his trousers and pulling it up, desperate to be rid of it. The man sat up with Gemma still tugging at his shirt, he crossed his arms at his front and then she watched breathless as he inverted the garment, peeled it from his body and discarded it. She reached for him and pulled him back down, feeling the warm weight of his fine masculine chest pressing against her breasts and she instinctively wound her legs around him. The pair kissed passionately and urgently.

Suddenly the man jumped up and removed the rest of his clothes and Gemma saw the raw principal of his masculine form as the moonlight captured him. If she hadn’t been drinking, she might have panicked, but instead she lied in a state of bliss, and found much pleasure in the exceptional vision before her.

He kneeled down beside her and slipped her panties off over her hips and legs and then he knelt between her already parting legs. Gemma looked up at him. His hand slid behind and lifted her jelly-like leg and then he pushed it to the side with his torso as he lay on top of her. His mouth was upon hers again, feeding on her soul, and then she felt the trace of his hand as he drew a line back down her leg and found her warm damp present, and familiarised himself with its delicate feminine contours.

Gemma closed her eyes as he explored her, panting with fear and feeling an intense excitement like she had never known before. Suddenly he moved his hips – entering her! There was a small sting; her eyes shot open in shock and she yelped. Her lover stopped, and studied her face, confusion, concern and then sheer surprise in his eyes.

Gemma tried to control her rapid panting and trembling, but his eyes were making her self-conscious, so she closed her own, blocking them out in an effort to recompose. She was shamefully aware that her lover still wasn’t moving so she lifted her head up and started kissing him and finally she felt him relax and start kissing her back, sighing as he did so. She bravely pushed her pelvis against his, charming his manhood and then relaxed before pressing onto his shaft again, making strange noises as she did so and then to her relief her lover started gently motioning with her.

Gemma opened her eyes and stared briefly at the beauty in his face, but then timidly closed again them to avoid the ambush of his questioning gaze.

She felt him slide a hand to her breast and then lift himself slightly before engulfing her nipple in his mouth. She moaned, forgetting all about the shocked look she had seen him carry and naturally arched, pushing her breast into his mouth and subconsciously inviting him to suckle on it... She stroked his hair gently and then clawed at his back as he took turns pleasuring one breast, and then the other and then the first again. She entwined her legs around him and rocked with him, enjoying him inside of her.

Then her lover started to moan with trepidation, and Gemma could feel him trembling. She looked up at him - the moonlight reflecting off the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he frantically held on to his last thread of self-control, and she gently stroked his strained face. Suddenly he jumped, and withdrew before again collapsing on her; and she felt the warm spill burst onto her tummy as he sighed and moaned and shook, trying to catch his breath.

He slowly laid his face in the hollow of her neck and she gently stroked his hair, feeling his breathing calm. He raised his hand and started affectionately tucking the stiff hair behind her ears before lifting his head and kissing her cheek. He moved onto the bed beside her, cradling her in his protective arms and bringing her with him, cuddling her until they both quickly fell asleep.

When Gemma woke up the next morning, it took a couple of minutes for her to recall all of the events the previous evening had shared with her. Greg - he left her... She was upset. She cried a little. She drank a lot – that explained the headache... She followed the handsome wallflower... Into a room – this room... She hit on him – she tried to be sexy... Gemma felt herself blushing with embarrassment as she remembered jumping up on him. “Oh God...” she said as she put her hand on her forehead. Shedding her corset without a care – wanting him to lose his shirt! Pushing her breasts against his body... “Ohhhh, God.” Wantonly opening her legs...