Partying With Dana
I first met Dana when we worked together a few years ago. I remember being told we had a new girl starting and wondering if she would be hot. I had no idea just how gorgeous she would turn out to be and just how infatuated I would become.
We hit it off straight away and became really good friends but I always wanted more. I quickly fell for her but she was way out of my league and I was firmly in 'the friend zone'.
We flirted a lot and I think it was pretty obvious that I was crazy about her but she seemed oblivious to it. I was never really sure if she actually didn't know how I felt or if she was just choosing to ignore it, but eventually I started being really forward about coming on to her. Every time, she would just brush it off or act like I was just messing around.
I didn't want to ruin our friendship because it was better having her in my life as a friend than not at all so I didn't push the matter, but deep down it was killing me.
I was hanging out with this gorgeous, slim brunette with the most perfect arse I've ever seen and it drove me crazy that I couldn't have her.
Although I enjoyed our relationship I think I was in denial about how dysfunctional it really was. She would always tell me about guys she thought were hot and she was quite open about her sexual history. Again, I was never sure if she knew how that made me feel or how jealous I was.
We hung out a lot outside of work and we usually had a great time until one night in the summer when we went to a party. Weirdly enough, if you asked me now, I honestly couldn't tell you who's party it was. There were a few people there that I knew but no one I was particularly close to. I don't think Dana knew anyone aside from me so I assume I was the one who was invited and I just decided to take her along.
Whoever was throwing this party had a huge house in the countryside so I drove us both out there. On the way there I made some half serious jokes about us hooking up at the party but, as usual, Dana just laughed it off as if I was messing around.
She looked stunning as always. She was wearing a tight fitting dark grey dress down to her mid thighs with a black leather jacket, black tights, and black boots that came half way up her lower legs. Her long silky brown hair was tied in a tight pony tail, high up on the back of her head.
We hadn't been there long before I realised what a huge mistake I had made. I was introducing Dana to some friends and we started chatting when I realised one of the guys was flirting with her. I think in the back of my mind I had kind of hoped that if Dana got a few drinks in her she might loosen up and maybe we could take our flirting a bit further. In reality we were just friends and I got a sick feeling in my stomach as I realised she was a hot single girl, at a party with lots of single guys. I couldn't believe I hadn't considered the possibility of her hooking up with someone else.
We spent a bit of time chatting to each other but as the party went on I noticed she was getting chatted up by more and more guys, and the more people drank, the more flirty they got. I tried to ignore it and talk to other people but the more I drank the angrier I was getting. Eventually my worst fears were realised when I stumbled into one of the reception rooms and saw Dana in the corner, making out with some guy I didn't know.
I felt physically sick as I watched him running his hand over her perfect arse and kissing her neck. My stomach sank and I stumbled back out to the garden, almost in tears, grabbing my bag with the rest of my alcohol in it.
I don't know how long I was sat outside in the dark feeling sorry for myself but I got more and more drunk and it seemed like the party was winding down. I finally accepted that I couldn't sleep outside and stumbled back in. I was torn, I wanted to look for Dana and confirm to myself that she wasn't doing anything more than kissing this guy. On the other hand I was terrified of finding out I was wrong. I made my way into the kitchen-diner area and found an empty sofa to sleep on. As I looked around I realised I had found Dana. The guy she was with was already asleep on the other sofa and Dana was cuddled up next to him with her face buried in his chest. They had a throw blanket pulled over them and her leather jacket topped the pile of clothes lying on the floor.
As I slumped on the sofa and tried to sleep, my mind raced with thoughts of what they'd been up to. I desperately reassured myself that they couldn't have gone too far. The party was winding down and people were either leaving, passing out, or heading upstairs but there were still a few people milling around and the lights were still on. They hadn't gone up to one of the bedrooms and they seemed to be asleep already. I concluded that if all they were doing was making out it could be a lot worse and, with that, the alcohol finally pushed me off to sleep.
I woke sometime in the early hours of the morning, desperate to pee. It was dark downstairs except for a couple of unit lights in the kitchen and the only signs of life were coming from upstairs so I stumbled off to find a bathroom. Finding that the first one was occupied, I headed upstairs.
As I left the bathroom, slightly more awake, I walked down a corridor with bedrooms on either side (this house really was massive). As I looked around I noticed something I'd heard about, but not seen before. The old American college cliché of couples hanging a tie on the door handle of an occupied room seems to have been replaced. Nowadays, it seems girls hang their panties on the door handle while they're getting fucked. Maybe our generation is just a bit more graphic, maybe no one wears ties anymore, I don't know.
