Cont.
We arrived at the party to find quite a large crowd; they were mainly our generation and older although there were the odd teenager. Bob gave the car keys to Mark since he doesn’t drink. I grabbed a glass of wine with Mark in tow and walked over to Cathy to introduce him as our guest. I could see she had that same stunned look on her face as I did when I first met Mark and just like at home, he ‘stood out’ not only because of his height but also because he was the only black person there.
The night wore on and I was up to my 6th glass, feeling its effect when they dimmed the lights so people could hit the dance floor. I walked over to Bob who was talking amongst his peers and asked him to dance, he flat out refused so I looked to Jack who was chatting to one of the teenaged girls and I could tell he wouldn’t be interested so I grabbed Mark and walked over to the dance floor. It was upbeat music so we kept our distance but every now and then we’d rub up against each other and when we did, I could feel his bulge press against my stomach which, coupled with the glasses of wine got me feeling all tingly again. The longer we danced the more our bodies touched, lucky we were near the back of the dancing crowd where there was less light so we weren’t so obvious to onlookers. I knew I should stop dancing at this point in time but the rhythm of my black partner had me mesmerized. Thankfully the music stopped and I was able to awake from my trance so excused myself to go top up my glass but not before promising Mark another dance. I secretly made a mental note to avoid him for the rest of the night.
After talking amongst a group of ladies for a good 20mins I felt Mark rub himself against me when he passed by, he did this again when he went back the other way, I didn’t move or object as I didn’t want to draw his attention. He did this two more times before I headed down the corridor to the little ladies room, oh before I forget, I may have placed my hand behind my back one of those times and had a squeeze. There were a few people waiting to use that toilet so I looked for another, I walked up stairs and into a room which had a stunning view and its own toilet. After doing my business and freshening up I walked out to find a large figure standing at the entrance to the room, it was dark so I couldn’t really see, the only light in the room was coming from the full moon outside shining through the window behind me
“What a lovely sight”
I could tell it was Mark from his uncharacteristically deep voice. I could barely make out him out in the shadows but his deep sexy voice created an image in my head.
“Why yes it is, a very lovely night tonight with the moon shinning and all” I nervously replied
He walked towards me as I turned to face the window and gazed up at the stars. He placed his right palm on my shoulder and said,
“I was talking about you Jean, how the moonlight reflects on your face, how it highlights your hair, how it gently caresses your body”
We stood quiet for a few seconds, unsure of what to say next when he asked if he could have that dance I promised him.
“Sure lets go back down stairs” I said.
“NO, right here, right now against the most magnificent backdrop, this is the ideal place” he replied.
I paused for a while then reluctantly obliged. He took my hand and placed it on his shoulder then reached for my other hand and placed it in his while I felt his right hand rest on the small of my back. I was looking down at the floor not wanting to look up into his eyes in fear of the repercussions it could have. A slow song just happened to start playing (I wanna know what love is) not just any slow song either, it was one from my school prom, one which I had my first dance with Bob, where it all began, I regarded it as our song, the only difference being it wasn’t the same band singing it and I wasn’t dancing with Bob.
{Slow dancing}….
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