I saw him across the room. My eyes kept drifting to him, what was it about this guy? He was out on the dance floor and I was sitting at the bar with friends. I couldn't keep my mind on the conversation going on around me. I envied the girls he danced with, those strong arms around them, looking up into those gorgeous eyes.
After hours of waiting, watching, and hoping that he'd ask me to dance I finally had to make a move. I watched, as he went over and selected songs to play. I walked over to him, pretending to scan the selections and casually started talking to him. The next thing I knew, I was there! Out on the dance floor with him, where I'd wanted to be all night.
The night wore on, and I couldn't get enough of being next to him. Feeling his body heat radiate into me. Even now, two years later I shiver at the thought of his hands gliding over my back as we danced. The feel of my nipples brushing against his chest. Dancing with David was the single most erotic experience of my life up until that moment.
The hours passed by all to quickly and soon it was time for the bar to close. I managed to make it home, and climbed into my pajamas. I'd begged David for nearly fifteen minutes to come back to my house with the rest of us and I was exhausted. I had barely gotten settled in my bed, when my best friend Tamara came bursting into the room.
"Get up! You have to be at David's in five minutes. He's waiting for you, we'll drop you off."