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Chapter One - Lily
I’m what I would call an old twenty-five-year-old. Most of my friends that are actually my age are party animals and attend every single one they get notified of, even if they have work the following morning. I don’t do that. I make sure I have no work the following day because I’ll never actually make it there the morning after. I get bad hangovers; I suffer and usually puke and wind up spending the day on my bathroom floor. What can I say? Booze tastes nice and it's easy to forget how annoying peeing is when drunk so I don’t mind going every ten minutes.
Each shot tastes sweeter than the last and before I’ve even been at this party for fifteen minutes, I’m tipsy and steadily on my way to being drunk. Perhaps that's slightly rude to the host; however I have no idea the identity of the host. I only know he is older, much older.
“Good evening.”
The stranger's voice makes me jump. Luckily the shot glass is empty and discarded on the table as I take in the man approaching me. He’s older by at least fifteen years but still devilishly handsome with cropped salt-and-pepper hair, a chiseled chin with a short, neatly trimmed beard, and very broad shoulders. He wears his crisp white shirt well.
The gray in his hair and beard only make him appear more attractive, like a veteran of sex. Old but very capable of unspeakable things. I’ve never looked at an older man in a sexual way before—certainly not as soon as I’ve laid eyes on him—but his gaze feels as strong as a hand undoing my blouse. What’s going on here? Am I having a mid-twenties crisis? I look around at the couples surrounding me and wonder if I’m suddenly but unconsciously having an issue with being single. I didn’t think it was bothering me since I’ve been this way for so long.
“Hi.” It feels juvenile compared to his well-articulated greeting. The closer he moves to talk to me, the more I feel the pull toward him. I pull my shoulders back, pushing out my chest in a display of extra-pushed-up boobs.
I’m a plus-sized girl. I’m not fat; I’m not overweight. I’m just big. I’ve got massive thighs, a huge rack, and these are joined by a stomach that I wouldn’t mind being a little smaller but I accept as is because a girl has to eat and my arms won’t flap me to the moon but certainly aren’t toothpicks like some other girls I’ve seen. Mine have muscle and with that comes width but also strength. I feel confident in my body. I know I’m sexy because who couldn’t say no to so much ass and titty.
“Would you like a drink?” I’m not sure what I’m expecting from him, but when he holds up a sealed bottle of water, I’m relieved. It’s so cold that condensation is dripping into his grasp and off the bottom of his hand,
“Thank you. What made you get this for me?” The question comes out before I can take it back. “I mean, there’s a lot of thirsty ladies around here.” I glance around and spot at least two staring at my mystery stranger.
“You’re simply more woman than I think I’d be able to handle, which only makes me eager to try.”
Of all the answers I have received to that type of question, they have ranged from very insulting to simply weird. For example, not having anyone else available to them or walking away awkwardly because they’ve decided rather quickly that they want nothing to do with me. He is becoming more interesting by the minute.
“I'll take that as a compliment.” I uncap the water, glad for the distraction, and I shift my gaze away from his. He is watchful but not scary. Predatory but in a sexy, fuck-me-now kind of way. Not a creepy stalker kind of way.
He watches me drink before speaking again. “I would. You’re an astoundingly attractive young woman, and if you enjoy my company tonight, I'd like to take you back to my Airbnb.”
“That seems rather forward.” More forward than I’m normally comfortable with.
“I’m sorry if I have made you uncomfortable. I know an old dog like me asking out a beautiful woman like you is a long shot; there are plenty of younger men here. So I wanted to put all my cards on the table now. I think honesty is the best policy.”
“Well, I’m not just going to jump in your bed. You're going to have to make me laugh first, a lot, and I want to see you dance.” I nearly finish the water and leave it on the table as I walk past him, pulling him by the arm to the edge of the dance floor on the side away from the traffic of people going out to smoke and fetching drinks from the kitchen. With the amount of alcohol buzzing through my blood already, I feel completely comfortable dancing in front of him while he watches. When he doesn’t relax or jump in and join me, I slide into his personal space.
Wrapping my arms around his neck isn’t the easiest thing as he is quite a bit taller than me, but I still make it work as I pull his body against mine and make him sway to the music. I can feel his awkwardness as he begins to sway, his hands coming to respectfully cradle my back.
“What’s the matter, Prince Charming? You don’t like dancing?” I creep closer, rolling my hips to the music even if he isn’t as into this as I thought he would be.
“It’s not one of my strong suits but I have many others you’ll be interested in,” he quips as he watches me. “You can dance for us.” He lets out a surprised half laugh when I roll my eyes. “What?”
“All you men do is make promises on what you say you can do, and it’s usually nonsense. Let’s be real. What strong suits are you going hook me with then, Prince Charming?” This is going to be what ruins it. He’s going to promise too much. Expectations are going to go higher than reality and it’s going to be disappointing. “Promises of all night loving and then three minutes later a grunt and a groan and 'how was that for you, babe?' Right?”
He looks at me with a mixture of amusement and confusion before finally chuckling. “I don’t know who you’ve been dating, but no, that’s not what I’m offering.” His respectful hands on my back suddenly become firm guiding hands as he spins me around and puts my back to the wall. He keeps me against the wall as he lowers his face to mine, at the same time snaking his hands away from respectful and exploring the curve of my ass as he pulls my hips firmly against his. He hesitates but is encouraged when I hold on to him.
His kiss pours energy into me better than any energy drink I have ever had. It awakens more than my mind as my body hums from his taste and scaldingly hot touch. Who knew older men could be so sexy? Why haven’t I dated them before? We don’t come up for air for what feels like forever. His hands continuously trying to mold my body against his. When he does pull away, I don’t let him go far. My head is spinning from the kiss as I stare at him in surprise. How did we go from not dancing to sucking face?
“Are you completely sure you would like to accompany me back to my accommodation?” His breath as he speaks dances across my lips like inhaling an aphrodisiac. He smiles at me. The confusion of what just happened doesn’t leave me thanks in part to the alcohol but also the raging desire I feel. If he can kiss like that, if we can kiss like that, then what is the sex going to be like?
“Oh, shut up and lead the way.”
