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Taylor is also vocal as hell. She talks constantly, always telling me what she’s going to do to me and what she wants done to her. With some girls that can get kind of annoying but with Taylor it never does. Because, unlike most girls, the words that come out of her mouth are genuine. Not some trumped up version of what she thinks you want to hear.
I remember the very first time I met her. It was at a party one of my friends were throwing. I didn’t really want to go, as I’m not a big socializer and pretty much just hang out and do my own thing, but they eventually talked me into it. So to combat my inability to mingle, I took control of the keg, content to just sit there and fill up everyone else’s cups while periodically doing the same to my own.
After an hour or so of filling people’s cups, I started to recognize a few regulars, people who were drinking as much as I was. They’d give me a little head nod or a thanks for being the kegmaster and I’d return their brief show of gratitude with a little gesture. Most of the regulars were men. But one was a young woman who couldn’t have been a day over 21. She came over alone every time, got her drink, gave me a little smile, then went on her way.
She was hot as shit, with long hair that was dyed a dark red, and a sexy, angular face. Her makeup was skewed towards gothic without being out of control, with black eyeliner and red lipstick to match her hair, and I could see part of at least one tattoo sticking out at the edges of her clothing. She was dressed like a punk dominatrix, with a tight, black-leather c
orset, a long, red and black plaid skirt and black leather boots that almost reached her knees. With her four-inch boots on, she was just about my height, which made her right about six feet tall, with a long, lean, but athletic body. Pale skin, perky tits, long legs, toned arms and an incredibly tight ass. In short, my dream woman.
As the night went on I found myself watching her more and more. When she worked the room, it reminded me of myself, staying on the edges, observing more than mingling, occasionally saying a few words here or there but not lingering in one spot for very long. Plus she had a wry little smile on her face the whole time, and that grin, combined with the look in her eyes, was a familiar one. It was a look of detached amusement. I saw it in the mirror all the time.
“Hey,” she said after I’d filled her cup for the sixth or seventh time in that hour. “Thanks for doing this.”
“My pleasure,” I replied with a smile, trying to play things down, like I always did. A small part of me wanted to tell her how I’d been admiring her all evening, but the larger part thought this was a mistake. It would most like come off as at least creepy and possibly even disturbing, a couple of traits that never lead to anything at all except maybe a beat-down. So after holding eye contact with her for a few seconds, I turned my attention to the next person in line.
I expected her to move on like she had all evening, but instead she lingered, even after I started filling up the cup of the guy behind her. Eventually she climbed up onto the kitchen counter and sat atop it, a few feet to my left.
“Do you live here?” she asked as I filled up another cup.
“No,” I said. “I live a couple places down.”
“But the guys throwing the party are your friends, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And I take it you felt obligated to come?”
“Exactly,” I said, laughing under my breath.
“Because you don’t really like these kinds of things, right?”
I turned to look at her. “How did you know that?”
One half of her lips turned up in a grin. “Because I’m a mind reader.”
“Yeah, right,” I said, laughing.
“Actually, it’s pretty apparent to anyone who’s been watching,” she said. “The way you’ve sat here the whole time, filling everyone’s beer without even starting a single conversation, not even pretending to mingle.”
“It’s that obvious, huh?”
She nodded.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” I said, chuckling under my breath. I stood up and walked over towards her, standing beside her, letting everyone fill their own cups from now on. “But let’s get to the more important issue here.”
“Which is what?”
“You’ve been watching me this whole time.”
“That’s right,” she said immediately, and with no shame whatsoever. “Just like you’ve been watching me.”
I started to blush and dropped my eyes.
“Yep,” she said, answering my unasked question. “That was pretty fucking obvious too.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Look, I’m sorry if I made your uncomfortable—”
“If it made me uncomfortable, do you think I’d be over here talking to you about it?” she said.
