I was just typing the last sentence of the last paragraph of my English Literature paper for Uni. Done!
I wanted to curl up and go for a nice long nap, but alas, I had to be at work in 45 minutes.
Shit!
Instead of getting ready like I should, I flicked through some of my old cosmo magazines. These girls were all so thin. I'm quite pretty with long dark hair and blue eyes, but I'm 4 sizes bigger than any of the stick thin models that everyone seems to love and idolise. I will never in my life be that shape. I mean I'm not huge but am quite a curvaceous size 16. But, c'est la vi I suppose.
I've not had a lot of suitors in my life either, save for a couple of duds and one borderline stalker.
The stalker is only a fresh memory for me. His name is Jake and he is in my ancient history class. Long story short, we flirted with each other for a while and went out on a few dates when one dark night he kissed. The initial brush of our lips was ok but seconds after that he had me pinned to a wall with his hand up my dress, trying to rip off my panties. I managed to get away from him by kneeing him in the groin and have tried to cut all ties with him since.
I haven't pressed charges, heck, I haven't even told my parents what happened. I just want to put it behind me. Unfortunately, he still hasn't got the message and constantly phones, texts and comes around to my apartment in all hours of the night. He has also been telling everyone in Uni that I'm his girlfriend. My friends know what really happened and get him away from me whenever they can.
Anyway, my name is Ester Smith and as you can tell i'm halfway into my final year of higher education. Some refer to it as their senior year, some call it hell. However you want to word it, I can't wait for it to be over. At least, I couldn't wait... until now.
The fun started when I received a text message from a random number that I didn't recognise. All it read was "Are you coming tonight?" I thought that maybe it was Jake using another phone to try and get me to go out with him or one of my friends with a new number that I hadn't saved. I texted back asking who it was. The owner of the digits, as I promptly found out, was a guy called James. "Who the bloody hell is James?" I asked myself out loud.
Obviously he had the wrong number, so I didn't bother texting back. After ten minutes or so the number phoned me. I wanted to make sure this wasn't Jake trying to pull a sly one on me so I answered.
"Hello" I greeted in my nicest voice.
"Hi, its James."
"Hi," I said, "I think you have the wrong number."
"Ohh. Sorry. Ahem. My dickhead mates do this to me all the time. They hack my phone and change their numbers so I look like an idiot when I try to call them...
What's your name?".
"Ester," I said with a little hitch in my voice. Damn he sounded hot!
"Ester, thats a beautiful name."
"I was named after my great great grandmother. Not sure why though. From all the stories I have heard, she was a little nuts." I said, slapping my forehead with my hand. Why the heck would I bother telling him that.
James laughed a slow, husky, sexy laugh at this remark. "How old are you Ester?" "22 in a couple of weeks," I replied, "You?".
"I just turned 22 last month. You have a really pretty voice."
"Thanks," I giggled, "I like yours as well. Sorry to cut this short but I have to leave for work in 5 minutes, I had better get ready. It was nice to meet you, over the phone that is." I said, once again slapping my forehead after another stupid comment.
"Can I call you again?" he asked.
"If you like," I replied.
"Oh, I think I would definitely like. Bye Ester."
"Bye James," I said.
After he rang off, I thought about him all through my shift and well into the night. Who was this mystery guy? I hoped to hear from him again soon.
To my delight, I awoke to a text from James the very next morning. He wanted to know where I went to Uni and if we knew any of the same people. Our texts went from friendly to kind of flirtatious in only a couple of days. After only a week James asked if we could meet up.
I still wasn't sure if I was ready for that though and declined, deciding not to jump into anything too quickly. He could be a serial killer for all I know.
He kept telling me that I had a sexy voice and into the second week of our phone calls and messages he told me that I was all he could think about. He rang me on Wednesday and asked me to come to his best friends birthday party that was happening on Saturday, only a couple of streets away from me.
I knew who's party that was! One of the guys that I used to go to high school with. He was on the footy team and was a real wanker if I remember correctly. But wait, his best mate was the most popular guy in school and was the captain of that footy team... James.
Ohh my god, I have been flirting with one of the most beautiful guys I have ever seen, and if memory serves, would not remember me from a grain of salt. Argh, what do I do? He had no idea who I was, just another nobody that had english class with him once a week for five whole years. I could hang up now and not take anymore of his calls. That could work?
He snapped me out of my revelation, "Would you like to come with me? I promise I won't bite... Unless you want me too." That comment made me go a little weak in the knees. He had never said anything to me like that before. I realised that I can't stop talking to him, thats for sure.
"Can I tell you something? Its a little crazy and you might think I'm nuts, but ever since that first night I text you, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. You make me crazy" he paused, took a deep ragged breath and continued.
"I want you. I want to do things to you. I want to feel you and taste every inch of you. Damn I'm hard even saying this to you."
I couldn't speak, no words would form. I was embarrassed, nervous and so turned on. "Ester" he said panicked "are you still there, have I freaked you out?"
"I'm still here." I said with a small shaky voice.
"Have I just fucked this all up?"
"No I... I know what you mean." I say, quite breathlessly.