A story

THE TMI questions didn't relly do anything for me this week and I couldn't title this story..so enjoy it for what it is.
********************************************
He looked across the room. His eyes were fixated on her if even for a moment. He prayed she didn't notice, he didn't want to seem desperate or strange, but she was amazing. She stopped him dead in his tracks and he wasn't even sure why. He had no hopes though. He wasn't hoping to meet her, and he certainly didn't think she would notice him. After she passed out of site he lowered his head and shook it a little bit , smiled, and thought to himself what was he even thinking. He was lonely there was no doubt about that, but these things never seemed to work out for him, so he did what he always did. He pushed it down he swallowed hard and went on talking to friends, having a few drinks and getting on with the night. Still he was distracted in his head and he wondered. She left him breathless if even for a moment.

The night wore on, the crowd got larger, and the music seemed to get louder. He slipped away to another part of the party, a place a little quieter, and where he could get a re-fill on his drink. He used to think of it as liquid courage, but as the evening carried on it was just to get him through another night. He turned around and suddenly there she was right in his face, and for a moment in time he was frozen. He smiled and tried to be charming, but admittedly he always felt awkward. "Hi" she said I saw you earlier " Do I know you?" . He cracked some joke..lame at best..but she laughed. It was a start of a conversation. It was nice and it was everything he could do to hide how nervous he was. He always seemed to blow it at "Hello", but things strangely enough were going smoothly. She was giving him signs, but he wasn't getting it..nope not a clue. She touched him, she talked to him as if no one else was there, she flipped her hair. How could he not see what was going on here. They had common friends and common interests, but all he could see was a conversation that would eventually fade and she would disappear. He wouldn't know well enough to ask her out again, or even get her number, but still they talked and enjoyed each other's company.

As the evening wore on she suddenly leaned into him and whispered "would you like to go somewhere more private?" He leaned back rather quickly, and looked at her and she smiled at him. At first he thought maybe this was a joke, or maybe a friend had put her up to it. This stuff just NEVER happens to him..never. He struggled for the words, and he doesn't know how but "Yeah that would be nice" slipped from his lips and she took him by the hand.

She lead him into a room somewhere in the house. It was quiet and dark. He nervously joked "Now What" and she kissed him and He kissed back. He brushed the hair from her face and tucked it behind one ear and he kissed her neck, and then her ear. He made his way back to her lips and ran his fingers through her hair and as he pulled her in and kissed her even more deeply. His other hand was in the small of her back. He wanted his hand to wander, but he didn't know if he should. He still didn't want to seem to forward. Her hands slid from his face, to his broad shoulders, along his chest and down the side of his body. Then she grabbed his crotch. He gasped it had been such a long time, and then suddenly for no reason he began to tremble. He pulled back, and she could feel him tremble. She whispered in his ear "Its OK baby just relax" she knew he was nervous and she was glad to exert some control.

As soon as he heard those words he relaxed. Then it all came rushing upward. The desire, the passion the fire..the pure lust within him. He remembered it all. It had been so long but it was always there just boiling under the surface. He kissed her, He pulled at her, and his hands went up her shirt and she raised her hands so he could easily slip it off over her head...... to be continued.....