Party for Two

Mmm, my cheeks are warm. I wonder if it’s from the wine or...nerves. Who am I kidding? It’s definitely nerves.

Why didn’t I just say I already had other plans? I mean, it’s not like I can get fired for not attending the office party. At least it’s not in the office this time. I spend way too much time at that place. Looks like everyone from work is here. I mean, who would pass up an opportunity to live it up on the boss’ tab? Everyone’s dressed to the nines, dancing and looking forward to the inevitable gossip we’ll have next week about who did what with who. I’d say I am above all of that...the gossip, the work hookups...but...I’m maybe the most guilty of everyone for having an office crush.

I wonder where you are. You said you were coming. And, to be completely, totally honest…I probably wouldn’t have come if I knew you weren’t. I mean, if I had the choice, I’d much rather be curled up on the couch with some Pad Thai watching Netflix than here at the Parker Hotel with all of my co-workers, smiling through small talk until my cheeks hurt. So…are you fashionably late? Or did you decide against coming tonight?

I totally wouldn’t blame you if you did. This place is pretty far away from the office, so the company put us all up in rooms. I guess that’s one perk. I fix the frills along the modest collar of my knee-length, floral dress. In a sea of bodycon dresses, I feel like a nun among my peers.

“Hey! There you are. Got time for a quick dance with me? ”

I look up and see the guy I’ve chatted with a few times from accounting holding out his hand, a flirty smile on his admittedly handsome face.

“Oh, I’m good, thanks. I’m actually – I’m waiting for someone. ”

I’m flattered. I like him. He’s always really nice and I can tell he’s one of the good ones. He’s that guy in the office all the girls swoon over. What you see is what you get with him. But I’m just not interested in him like that...

“Oh, okay then! Well, whoever you’re waiting for...he’s certainly a lucky guy. You look great, by the way!”

“Oh, thanks. I’ll, uh, see you out on the dance floor. ”

I shake my head as he moon-walks away from me. Almost immediately he finds another dance partner. That’s not surprising. I can’t help but hear his words echo in my head: "he’s a lucky guy."

“Hey.”

“Hey!”

Finally, there you are. And with that familiar little smirk on your face. You look completely at ease with your hands in your pants pockets, your hair a little messy, your dress shirt unbuttoned to the center of your chest. I feel something like electricity prickling through me. I abandon my wine and leap up from my seat to hug you. Your blazer is soft against my skin and your arms wrap tight around my waist. It feels so good to be in your arms.

I like men. I’ve dated plenty of them. But...there’s always been something beneath the surface...I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. I’ve always wondered what might happen… if I let go of my fears and just…tried it. Being gay just isn’t really talked about where I’m from. My upbringing was…very old-fashioned. You were expected to fall in line. Traditional marriage, kids, the white picket fence. Anything outside of that picturesque life was deemed ‘wrong’ in my conservative hometown. I never thought I’d have the courage to explore that part of myself. Not until I met you...

“You look really cute. Floral suits you. ”

“Thanks, um…you do, too.”

Our eyes wander over each other’s outfits. I can see a few silver necklaces peeking out between the few undone buttons of your white dress shirt. Your black blazer, those black chinos…fuck, you look good. Your eyes burn through my dress. It’s a new feeling–I don’t think I’ve ever felt this… excited with anyone before. You take a strand of my hair and tuck it behind my ear. That little touch is enough to make me shiver...I knew you’d like this dress. You mentioned once before that you think floral designs are underrated.

“Hey, um, I know I just got here, but…I’m really not feeling the whole ‘office party’ vibe tonight. Maybe, if you want, we could…go somewhere else?”

We’ve talked plenty of times before about how awkward these work events usually are. And you’re something of the office daredevil. I wouldn’t put it past you to arrive late, down some wine and then find a reason to leave early. I’m just glad you want me along for the ride. That was kind of the first thing we bonded over–hating the lame happy hours and networking events we were always expected to go to. Our friendship started off with casual small talk, as most office friendships do...but then it grew to in-depth conversations at lunch and eventually to texts outside of office hours. And each conversation was always flirtier than the last.

Your lips curl in a tempting half-smile. Our eyes meet and…I don’t know. There’s something…intense between us. Passionate and refreshing.

“Yeah, let's get out of here.”

I go to turn away from you to lead you out of the room, but you grab my arm and your lips are immediately on mine...

You wrap your arms around my waist as I wind my hands into your soft, short hair. You taste incredible. Your tongue slowly slides past my lips. God, this feels so good. Everything about this feels so…right.

Wait, shit, we’re surrounded by co-workers. I pull away and give you a reassuring smile, just so you know I don’t regret what just happened.

“I...have wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

“Why didn't you?”

“I didn’t want to rush you. I thought you may be...figuring some things out.”

“Yeah, I was...I...I really like you. And you know I’ve never been with a woman...this is all so new to me. But I really…really like you, and...I want to take that step...with you.”

Your eyes soften, your hand tracing down my hair to my collarbone, to the neckline of my dress. You take my hand in yours and give me a wink.

“So…maybe we head upstairs to your room, then?”

Oh my god. I love this. Your hands tighten around my waist and you steer me up against the elevator wall. When we get to the room, we don’t even bother to turn on the lights. I drop my phone and my clutch to the floor and your lips are on mine again...

You step me backwards until I’m pressed against the wall. Your hips push into mine. That feels...so good. I run my hands up your chest, pulling you closer by the collar of your shirt. Your hands roam down my hips. My mind is getting hazy with your lips trailing down my neck…my jaw...

Your hand rises up and I feel a thumb caress my breast through my dress. My nipples are getting hard. It doesn’t feel scary, it doesn’t feel wrong...it feels so damn good.

“Mmm, fuck. Come here.”

You spin me round and we stumble back to the bed. We fall together onto the thick duvet. Your knees fall on either side of me and moans fill the silence and darkness of the room around us. My hands slide under your shirt and you pull desperately at the buttons after shrugging off your blazer. Fuck, the way you do that is so hot…I don’t understand how… or why you make me feel this way. My dress slinks off in your hands and we move together so fluidly.

A rush of nervousness and excitement goes through me when I realize I have a topless woman leaning over me. Oh my god, this is all so overwhelming...what if I don’t know how to please her…?

“We’ll take it slow, ok? If you need me to stop, all you have to do is say so. ”

“Okay, thanks.”

“Is there anything you want to try? I want you to feel good. ”

“I...I don't know, I just...I just want you.”

“How about I take the lead? And you let me know what you like, okay? ”

“Yes, please.”

My cheeks flush with heat again as you reach down between my legs. You gently part my lips with your fingers and… slowly start to massage my clit.

“Oh, oh fuck.”

You gently part my legs with your knees, bracing yourself on top of me with your forearms. Your lips brush against mine...

“Fuck that feels...that feels good.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

Your fingers slide through my lips and spread my wetness around. You circle around my clit, but don’t touch it quite yet.

“Yeah. Yeah, more.”

Oh my god. Your fingers rub my clit and over and over again in small circles.

“How does that feel?”

“Oh, that feels good. I want you inside me...”

My hips rock against yours and I wrap my legs around you. I’m not nervous anymore. I just want more. My hands trail over your soft curves, over your back to your breasts. I take one of your nipples between my fingers and slide my tongue over it.

“Oh, god...”

Your fingers push into my pussy...thrusting gently in and out of me.

“Oh god! Yeah, yeah. Right there, just like that.”

You sink down on top of me and I wrap my arms and legs tighter around you. This feels so good…your fingers fucking me. Your lips on mine. All those fantasies, now a reality with you. I want more… I need more of you.

I arch against you, my fingers winding into hair. Your mouth lowers down to my breasts and you suck on my nipple while you fuck me.

“Faster, oh god! Please, I...”

You smile down at me, that devilish grin you flashed me so many times. Now with me under you…where I’ve wanted to be for so long.

“You're cute when you're horny.”

“I’ve never let go like this…writhing on the sheets. Fuck, you’re so good at this. ”

“Oh my god! Yes, right there! I'm going to cum!”

I feel the cum gush out of me and onto the bed sheets. Fuck...wow. You sink into my arms and pull me close. You stroke your fingers through my hair.

“That means it was good, right?”

“It was...oh my god. Yes, it was really good.”

“Good. It's okay, you know. To like this...to like me.”

“Thank you. I, well, you know...with my childhood and everything. But yeah, this is where I want to be.”

“Mmm, good. Because I'm not done with you, yet.”