The One-Night stand
Flashback to the night of her eighteenth birthday, she had her hands wrapped around the neck of this certain man who was slightly taller than her, and whose eyes were locked with hers.
She was feeling the wave of an emotion which she had already concluded as love, something she had never felt before. From the feel of her skin rubbed against his, she could feel a strange desire for him, a craving to have a taste of what he really was, and not just the words which swept her off her feet.
"You are strong" she said to him. Her words were birthed from the wildest thoughts she had ever conceived, a feeling which was driven by the sight of his exposed torso, and the smoothness of her skin.
"Tell me more." He said with a low tone, a kind of voice which caused the lady to fall deeper in her craving for him.
He paused for a while, and stood at the centre of the room while the others danced around them, and without uttering any words, he placed his fingers underneath her chin, pushing it upwards as he licked his lips in the passion which was transferred to his being through even her tiniest gestures.
He pressed forward towards her, pulling her towards himself at the same time by the waist, and locking lips with her. He squeezed her tightly to himself with his hands, and sucked on her lips, tasting the sweetness of her tongue and the softness of her lips.
When he was done, he pushed himself backwards, and stared into her eyes, watching as the other had her chest move inwards and outwards, too stunned to utter a word.
Things were moving faster than how she had imagined it to be, even though deep within her spirit, she battled the thoughts of having to fall for her youthful passion and maintain the chastity which her parents had inculcated within her from a little age.
"You seem… shocked" he broke the silence between them, chuckling as he eased the tension between them both.
"You need another drink?" He asked her. He unwrapped his hands from her waist, and she did the same, licking her lips as she chuckled over the sweetness of the event which occurred.
"Yeah! I think I need that" she said.
He held her hands in his, and stared at her with a certain expression of innocence, something which she couldn't stand to watch. It was an intimidating look, as though he had the most evil intentions, yet the purest of thoughts.
"Come, let me get you some" he said to her. She was hesitant, standing back as though she tried to reclaim her entire being from where it was sent off too after the brief sweetened moment.
But he watched her expression, and only chuckled at what he thought was cute and a bit girly for her kind of age.
She stood back, and watched as the young man walked ahead of her. She stood with her eyes widened, and her heart widened as though she had nailed the jackpot, as though she had gotten something which would last till the end of time.
She joined him, and sat at his side. He watched her as she grabbed the glass and gulped down on the alcohol which was poured in for her.
"More!" She said as she wiped off the debris of the drink which rolled down her lips.
"Okayyy." Zeph said with a smirk on his face, and a certain form of excitement in his tone that was caused by the swift way she had transformed.
She gulped down on the first, the second, the third, and next until the numbers were just too much for him to take count. All he could conclude was that it was just too much for her, and she was gradually losing control, evident in the way she spoke and how she threw her hands over his body.
"Elissa, I think you've had enough" he said as he grabbed the next filled glass from her hand, dropping it far away from her.
Yet, in her drunken state, she yearned for the drink, stretching her hands towards where Zeph had dropped the drink.
But he grabbed her hand, restricting her from grabbing the drink. She fell on his body, but he was tough enough to maintain his stance, while he watched as Elissa's hands were rubbed over his body.
"I like the way you kissed me" she said, followed with a laughter that never sounded sane in his ears.
"Oh you did?" He asked her
"Could you do it again?" She asked with her lips bent, and her hand placed on his chin, running through his beards while she pushed herself closer towards him.
He kissed her again, according to her wish, locking lips with her passionately before she broke the kiss. When he opened his eyes, he realized that the young lady had suddenly fallen asleep, almost thudding on the ground but was quickly caught by Zeph's hands.
He lifted her up from the ground, holding her in his hand and taking her towards his car. He drove off to a nearby hotel, paid for a room, and took her to the room.
At the very moment he laid her on the bed, he felt a hand grab his at the very moment he turned around to leave the room. He turned backwards, and realized it was Elissa who had suddenly woken up, having a slight consciousness of her environment.
"Don't leave…" She pleaded with a moaning tone, her face squeezed, and her eyes squinted as she rose from the bed.
She had her hands pulling down her dress, showing off her bare skin to the young man whose eyes were widened, and whose cravings could not be controlled as she pulled herself towards him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and dragged him by the shirt. Both fell on the bed, where he laid on her, and buried his lips on her neck, licking it as she moaned, and the rest turned into history.