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I stumble a little as I head upstairs; the wine I'd been sipping all night had apparently started to take effect. I giggle to myself and head into the bathroom to check my hair. I tousle it, making sure the short layers at the back were sticking out, my fringe framing my face. I like it when my hair is big.

I leave the bathroom, bumping into someone as I do. I gasp my apologies, blaming my slow reaction time on the drink. He laughs, says it's fine. He reaches up and brushes my fringe out of my face, his fingers lingering for a moment on my cheekbone. I study his hazel eyes; I always thought they looked beautifully innocent but below the surface, if you looked hard enough, there was something else there.

'I was just heading upstairs to get a new CD,' I stammer.

'I'll help you pick,' he smiles.

I head up the next flight of stairs in front of him, knowing that my ass is in full view of him I try to walk as sexily as I can... the wine didn't help there.

In my room I move to the CD tower, bending down to see what would be suitable.
He stands behind me, I'm sure his hand brushes my ass. He has had a few drinks too.

'I never know what to pick, my taste in music has been criticised too many times for me to be sure what is good anymore,' I laugh.

'Oh anything, it's not like anyone'll notice really, they're all talking and stuff,'

'Good point,' I smile, pulling out a CD.

'Nice choice,' he says. As I stand up he doesn't move away. I turn around, holding the CD to my chest. He reaches out for it, brushing my breast as he takes it from me. I can't help but bite my lip. Am I... flirting? I never notice myself doing that... all of a sudden I become self conscious. I hope I don't make a fool of myself.

'Th-thanks,' I say, placing my hands on his hips, gently moving him so I can get by. He grabs my hand as I move away, swinging me playfully around again. He doesn't let go of my hand once I am facing him.

He leans closer, looking into my eyes. My legs begin to get weak; I could never resist those eyes. He throws the CD onto my bed, and again reaches up, running a hand through my hair. It rests on the back of my neck, behind my ear, his other hand slides to my hip. I press into his body, moving my hands to his chest.

Except for a drunken cuddle and a few highly unsober hand holdings I have never been this close to him. I can smell his aftershave. He bends his head, places a small kiss on the top of my dark red hair. We stand in this embrace in silence; I listen to the ticking of the clock. We remain like this for a few minutes, before the hand on my hip slides to the small of my back.

'You don't... you wouldn't mind if I... kissed you?' he asks. My stomach is suddenly filled with hundreds of frantic butterflies. His politeness never failed to impress me.

'Not at all,' I smile up at him.

I stretch up, onto my toes, he bends his head down and for the first time our lips meet. A gentle kiss. We move slowly, enjoying the new sensations. I had often imagined this moment, but never truly expected it would happen. Our lips part, tongues gently caressing each other. I slide my hands up his back, he moves his up into my hair and we bump against the wardrobe. I can feel a stirring in myself. I need to feel his skin on mine.

I pull away, looking into those hazel eyes. They are shining more than I have ever seen them shine. Up close they are even more beautiful.

'One minute,' I whisper. He looks confused, watching me move to the door. I close it, and he smiles, raising an eyebrow. I smile back, then bite my lip.

He moves towards me, placing his hands on my hips once more, pulling me towards him. We move into a crushing kiss. I cannot help it, I feel so forward, but I reach down and fumble with his belt buckle. He lets out a small moan as I get it open, and find the button, then the fly.

I can feel his erection through the suit pants. I grind against him as we kiss again. He reaches down, feeling for the hem of my dress, pulling it up, up until it is off; cast away onto the floor. He stops, looking me up and down, examining. He smiles, doesn't say a word, but kisses me once more. I pull off his waistcoat, loosen his tie and stop kissing him, pulling it over his head, throwing it to meet my dress on the floor.

I undo his shirt buttons while his hands rest on my hips. He is staring at me with those hazel eyes. I am beginning to get wet just knowing they are on me. Only looking at me. Soon his shirt is off, adding to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He always said he was fat. His distorted body image always confused me; his black hair, smooth skin, great figure were all invisible to him. I caress his chest, feeling his hands moving up to undo my bra.

He pulls it up, my nipples graze his chest. He touches one, cupping it, slowly getting to know my body. We kiss again.

Stumbling to the bed he kicks off his pants. We lie down.

'You really don't mind?' he says, 'I'm not taking advantage because you've been drinking?'

I love how caring he is. I answer him by climbing on top, my legs on either side of his hips. He caresses my stomach, hips. His hands move to my back and pull me into another kiss. I rub against the bulge in his pants, run my hands through his dark hair, down his face, neck, to his chest.

He sits up, pushing me down onto the quilt. He kisses my thighs, moving slowly upwards. He gives me another glance with those eyes and I swoon a little. No one has ever made me swoon before.

He places a gentle kiss on my panties, just on my clit. I almost orgasm at the single touch. I have been waiting for this. Slowly he pulls my French knickers down, and runs a finger down the one strip of dark hair. His finger doesn't stop, but runs down my pussy, before slowly... slowly being pushed inside. I arch my back, gasping.
He leans down, begins to run his tongue over my throbbing clit, up and down, before moving it in circles. I buck and writhe as he brings me closer to the brink of orgasm. As if he read my mind he stops, and I almost leap at him, kissing his chest, his stomach, pulls his boxers down and dropping them beside me knickers on the floor.

I move to give him head, but he places a finger under my chin.

'Lie back,' he says.

I comply; I would do anything he said at this point.

He lies on top, and I wrap my legs around his waist. We both look into each other's eyes, kissing as he finally enters me.

I can't hear any sound from the party. All I can see is him.

He thrusts slowly, and all that can be heard in the room is our shallow breathing. Everything blurred at the edges; it is just me and him. He closes his eyes, bites his lip. I almost cum at the sight. His eyes open again, he runs his hands through my hair and he grips it tighter as he begins to thrust harder and deeper.

My nails dig into his shoulders and we orgasm together. He kisses my neck, moves to lie beside me.

'I can't tell you... how long I've wanted that to happen,' I say, running my hand through his hair.

Downstairs I can hear the party in full swing.

'We'd better get back. People might get suspicious,' he grins.

'I suppose so,' I stare into his beautiful eyes a few more seconds before I get up to find my dress.