Thread: One Hot Night (azure & CharmSnake)

There was a brief resistance but then she leaned back into him, her head lolling. His move was working. I'm a nerd, nothing like the girl you were just talking to, Jamie told him her story. It warmed him in its sweetness yet at the same time gave him a rush. She accepted his hand, and his offer. Eric felt like he had struck gold. Don't worry about Tori, he spoke into her ear so that she could hear over the noise. I'm not with her. I'm with you, he smiled warmly. The air was sweaty and he could even feel it in her warmth, a steaminess beneath her arms the same as everyone else in the house, as his arm around her waist began to steer her towards the bottom of the stairs. Comin' through ... It was Jamal squeezing past. He was lanky enough to look taller than he was, and his head was topped with spikey dreadlocks. He wore nothing but a pair of rusty red shorts, showing off the sculpted arms and abs under his dark copper skin. The tattoo on his right shoulder was black ink on dark skin and the dim shadowy lighting made it impossible to make out. From the second step he turned back and looked down. Card game upstairs yo, he told Eric. An' bring yo' fine lady, he winked. Then he bounded up and away. That's just Jamal, said Eric. Right this way. We'll check it out. If we don't like it we can just get the drink. With his arm still around little Jamie he began to ascend the stairs. At the top things were a bit different, but there was still a party going on. A couple was making out slowly on a bench in the hall. She had short blonde hair. He had long dark locks. His hand was up her pink tank palming away unseen at her small breast while their mouths were locked together as they walked past. The air was a bit fresher upstairs and there was a pleasant draft coming from somewhere. The music downstairs was still loud but the beat was muffled somewhat, making it easier to talk. At the end of the hall was a room. It was probably supposed to be a bedroom but it was being used as a games room. An oval green felt table was on one side with an empty pitcher standing in the middle and several chairs around it. A couple of them were empty but Jamal was sitting in one and he waved for some short and curvy little redhead in a flower print bikini and a sarong wrapped to her waist to come sit in his lap. She did. On the other side was a small self serve bar with an array of bottles and a stack of large sized cups. People milled about, maybe ten or so. Behind the card table the curtain waved gently in the breeze. The open patio door behind it was the source of fresh air. A door to a bathroom was on the right. It was open and its bright light cast shadows in the room. There was a small sofa on the far wall and a barefoot girl in a loose fitting and rather ratty summer dress of pink yellow and turquoise stripes was seemingly mesmerized by her own shadow on the wall behind it. Eric led Jamie to the bar and needing both hands to pour the drinks he reluctantly released his grasp of her. In the back of his mind he still felt that the shy girl could bolt if she got nervous. He took two cups and scooped in a little ice from the beer cooler on the floor. Then he poured some gin into both, but more than twice as much into his own as into Jamie's. Finally, he topped them all up with ginger ale. Not too strong for you, he said and handed her the weaker one. He couldn't help but give her a good look over once more. She was adorable with her thick dark hair, pale skin and soft pouty lips, her slender figure and lovely legs right down to her red toenails in the ends of her black sandals. Eric totally wanted to have sex with her, to show her tender hot passion that she couldn't resist. He wanted to shag her to her bones, to love and lust her, but it couldn't be just about sex, at least not to her. He could see in her innocent eyes that to her it was more than that. She wanted his care, his intimacy. She had something to offer and it needed to be valued, not just used and tossed away. If he wanted sex from her he would have to charm her, make comfortable and safe. He would have to show her a good time and make a more meaningful connection first. Fill yo' cups if y'all wanna play some Queen o' Hearts, Jamal called. Then he turned to the redhead in his lap and glanced down at her full chest. You fill yo cups just fine, he remarked and she gave him a squeeze. Wanna play? Eric asked her. Maybe just a round or two. It's a drinking game. It usually gets hilarious. Then sensing the air licking the sweat from his skin, he loosened his tie enough to remove it and toss across to the small couch, and undid the next button on his shirt. Replacing his arm to her waist he gestured to an empty chair. We can play together. You can sit on my lap.