Monthly Archives: January 2013

Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Twelve

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“Sweet Dreams are Made of These”
I am on my way to south Florida to see Ray and I am listening to a mix of music that Sara has on her IPOD.   I don’t know how she finds these amazing artists but everything I have heard so far is not played on main stream radio.  Right now it’s the composer we listened to the other night, David McSparron, the song is called Miles to Go she said she found him on YouTube.  His music has my brain running in a million different directions in a good way.  I feel so moved; it makes me ponder what has happened over the last few days.  The song switches to another one of his called Trainand I smile.  For some reason it reminds of my kiss at midnight.  Who is Michael?  Why is that kiss still lingering on my lips?
Tom says he will check for me but he thinks Michael is his bosses’ brother.  Hopefully he can find out more for me because I can’t seem to get him out of my head.  My phone pings and I see I have a text from Ray and I feel a twinge of guilt now.  I am still confused on how I am supposed to feel about Ray and what we do or do not have.  He made me experience things I didn’t think possible but his line of work in not conducive of a stable relationship forget the fact that he lives a couple of hours away.
Before I left Sara told me that I just have to go have fun and not worry about silly labels and enjoy the moments I have and wave my freak flag high above my head.  I have to admit she has a point.  And she also reminded me that it isn’t very often that some very hot guy waits all night for the chance to kiss a perfect stranger at a party.  I touch my lips thinking about that kiss and this distracts me and I almost miss my exit.  Focus!  The butterflies are starting again in my stomach as I pull into Ray’s driveway.  My body is suddenly very much awake at the moment and when Ray opens the door and pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply and urgently the electricity is in overdrive.
He pushes the front door shut and locks it with one hand while the other is tugging at the button of my jeans.  He isn’t wasting any time!  I want to stop and at least say hello but my body has a mind of its own right now and nothing is going to stand in the way of responding to his every touch.  We are engaged in a clumsy dance of kissing, touching and moving not really looking where we are going but somehow we make it down the hall way to his room.  Clothes are being tugged and pulled and I feel the cool wall against my back and my arms pinned above my head as Ray pulls my shirt up over my head before he makes his way south to relieve me of my jeans.  “I’ve missed you Annie.”
I groan deep my throat and reach down pulling his shirt up and off him.  He stands up and looks at me and I feel so shy again.  He smiles at this and grabs me and pulls me onto the bed with him.  It is very chilly in the room and I notice there are candles everywhere in the room, so many that it has taken on a glow of flickering light which makes shadows dance off our skin.  I lay back against a pillow while he runs his hands up and down the length of my body.  He looks at me and I can see the hunger in his eyes.  “Do you trust me?” he says as he picks up a candle.  I stutter slightly, “ye…yes.”  Taking my hand and turning it palm up he slowly pours a small pool of hot melted wax into my palm.  I immediately flinch from the heat but he holds my hand steady.  “Did that hurt?”  He is looking right into my eyes and I slowly shake my head.  It is a different kind of pain but it is sensual at the same time.  “Close your eyes.”  I must look like a deer caught in the headlights because he gives me a boyish grin.  “Annie I am not going to hurt you I promise.  If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable just tell me to stop and I will ok?”
“Yes, ok.”  This comes out in a whisper. I close my eyes but I can hear him moving around and I try to peek out from under my lashes.  “No peeking!  Do I need to get the scarf out?”  I giggle at this.  “No, I will be good.”  My body is shaking with anticipation of what is to come.  He is right next to me again and leans down and his lips brush against mine.  “You ready for a whole new level of me baby?”  I can hear ice cubes clinking in a glass and suddenly my stomach tightens as cold drops of water splash my skin. 
He does this several times making me shiver from the cold and I realize what he is going to do right before he does it.  The hot wax isn’t as bad as I thought it would be and he goes over the same areas on my stomach as he did with the cold drops of water.  He goes back and forth between the water and the wax until I can’t take it anymore and I grab him and pull him down onto me.  “Please Ray!  Stop. Teasing. Me.  I don’t know how much more I can handle you are making me shiver for all the right reasons.”  He smiles that cryptic smile again.  “Good cause I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”
I wake up tangled in sheets and very thirsty.  The alarm clock says it is 10:30am.  I don’t even know what time we finally fell asleep last night or was it this morning?  I look over at Ray who is on his side with his back toward me.  I reach over and lightly touch his skin.  It is warm to the touch.  My head is groggy and I feel drunk even though we didn’t drink last night.  I get a drink of water and crawl back into bed and am instantly asleep.
My phone beeping wakes me up and I realize the room is dark again.  I sit up and look at my phone.  It is 8pm.  Shit!   I didn’t realize I had slept so long.  Ray’s side of the bed is empty.  There is a note from Ray.  I smile when I read it.  He wants me to come to the club tonight and hang out with him.  I quickly shower peeling bits of candle wax off my stomach and chest and get dressed.  The club is right around the corner so I am there by 10pm.  The place is already packed and I see Ray in the DJ booth talking to a few girls.  I watch as he does a shot off one of the girls’ chest.  There is a knocking in my stomach and I realize I am jealous.  This is something new for me.  I am not the jealous type and besides there are no labels here.  I am just having fun. Right?  He had warned me about this part of his job.
I order water from the bartender and make my way toward the booth with a smile plastered to my face.  What is wrong with me?!  Get a grip girl!  I take a deep breath and stand right beside the girls waiting for him to see me.  He gives me a smile and turns back to the girls.  I can see that wasn’t the first shots they have done.  They are very busty and young and they are fawning all over him like he is a rock star.  He is flirting with them and making them giggle at some dirty joke.  This is part of his job and I realize now that this part sucks.  He sees the look on my face and excuses himself from the girls.  “What’s wrong?”  He has to yell over the music and I tell he already knows.  He leans close to my ear and his lips send shivers down my spine.  “I told you this is the part most girls don’t want to deal with. This is part of what I do, this is who I am.”
I grab him and give him a deep kiss that makes the girls squeal and clap their hands.  “I had a great time Ray and no worries there are no labels here. You made me feel wonderful and amazing things but I am gonna head out.”  I turn to leave and he grabs my hand.  “Just stay.  I will be off in a few hours and we can hang out.”  I smile at him and shake my head.  “It’s ok Ray really.  Maybe I will see you again when I am back down this way.”  As I am making my way toward the front I hear the familiar beat of Sweet Dreams playing through the speakers.  I look back and he is staring at me with a grin on his face.  This was one of the songs he played last night.
I call Sara from the road to let her know I am coming back tonight.  My tone of voice tells her not to ask questions just yet.  “Just drive safe and I will see you when you get home.  Oh and you have flowers!”  I am shocked.  “I do?  What kind and who are they from?”  Sara laughs.  “A beautiful arrangement of pink camellias and gardenias the smell is intoxicating.  There is a card but I am not opening it.  My guess is they are from Michael.  That must have been some kiss the other night.”  Well now I have something to look forward to when I get home.  I crank up the music and roll down the windows in the car so I can feel the wind on my face.  Are those flowers from Michael?  I smile because I can’t wait to find out.
  

Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Eleven

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“Our Lips are So Close”
  It is finally New Year’s Eve and I am so excited to spend it with my best friends.  Tom invited me to go with him and Sara tonight to his bosses’ house for NYE.  Since Ray is working there is no point in driving down south.  Any other couple I would feel like a third wheel but with them I don’t.  Their PDA gets a little out of hand sometimes but I just throw something at them and they stop or at least move it to their room.  The only thing I am dreading is the traditional kiss at midnight.  Sara has offered Tom up for a kiss “but no tongue”.  I told her that as best friends and roommates we may share a lot of things but that is not one of them but thanks anyway.  It won’t be my first NYE without a kiss and not sure if it will be my last either.
Ray did send me a text earlier today that I should have a good time but not too good of a time unless he is involved.  I still blush when I read those hot texts he sent me last week.  I finally broke down and told Sara and I even made her gasp a few times.  There was something about him that just let that naughty freak flag waving girl come out in full force.  I have never done those things before and he made me feel so sexy and wanted and desired that I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.  Dang it now that is all I can think about…..sigh.
“Annie are you ready?”  Sara is yelling for me to hurry up because for once she is ready before me.  It is usually Tom and I waiting for her.  “Coming!”  I give myself one more look in the mirror.  Tonight I am rocking a sleeveless silver and black sheath dress with a keyhole front to show just enough cleavage to be classy with silver heels.  My curly hair is piled up like a Grecian goddess with loose curls sweeping my neck and down my back.  The silver is making my hazel eyes really pop and they almost look blue tonight.  Not too bad I must admit.  We get into a limo that Tom has procured for the evening and there is champagne waiting for us so of course we pop it open on the way to the party.  Tom proposes a toast.  “Here is to a great new year and many more naughty adventures for Annie!”  I start to blush and look at Sara.  She has a big grin on her face.  I let out a squeak and bury my face in my tiny little clutch but it doesn’t do me any good.
He laughs at me and pulls my hands away from my face.  “Why are you hiding?  You know Sara tells me everything and I know she tells you everything.  I am not here to judge.  I am just glad you finally got laid.”  I am trying really hard to be mad but I can’t so I start laughing.  “Ok, ok I get it but I can’t help that I am picky and besides you are not the best match maker you know.”  He starts to say something but Sara pokes him in the side.  “She has a point and it looks like we are here so you are saved.”
Tom’s boss lives right on the beach in a huge mansion.  It is 3 stories, seems to stretch across two lots and is enclosed with a 10 foot tall wall with wrought iron gates in the front.  Tonight the gates are open and there are cars lined up along the narrow road.  The limo pulls right up to the door and as we get out there are 6 photographers taking our pictures.  What the hell?  They are all yelling for us to look at them and I have no idea who to look at.  This is weird but fun.  Sara and I are a bit tipsy already so we start striking different poses which elicits whistles and applause.  This may end up being a fun night after all.  Walking through the door is like walking into another world of the rich and famous.  There is so much to look at I feel a kid in a candy store I want to touch everything!
Once we are in the main hall we are greeted by wait staff carrying trays of champagne and various finger foods except calling these pieces of edible artwork finger food is an insult to this array of beautiful foods like a trio Foie-gras, scallops and black truffle ceviche served on a scallop shell and lobster and mango salsa served on endive to name a few.  Even the wait staff is beautiful.  The men are dressed in white tuxedo shirts, white bolero jackets with black trim and black pants.  The women are dressed in short black skirts, fancy fishnet stockings with black heels and white tuxedo tops. 
The party is going full force now with DJ Dynasty spinning house music and the dance floor is crowded to full capacity and everyone is either already drunk or getting close to it. Sara and I are standing in line at one of the many bars set up on the first floor to get a drink and I feel like someone is watching me.  I look to my left, just a bunch of drunk couples who don’t realize they are talking in drunk volume.  You know where you think you are talking really low but in reality you are shouting so everyone within 15 feet can hear exactly what you are saying.  I look to my right and at first I don’t see anyone but I still feel like I am being watched so I look up and leaning against the staircase railing on the second floor landing I find him.  He actually takes my breath away.  He is very well built with broad shoulders, stands 5’10” with salt and pepper hair cut very close to his head.  He is staring at me very intensely and when he sees that I caught him looking at me he doesn’t even attempt to look away but gives me a smile and a small nod.  I can’t help but smile back at him and give him a shy nod in return.
          Sara hands me my drink and says, “Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary right now?”  Damn it! I could never play poker.  “Do you see that guy on the second floor landing that looks like he was carved by Michelangelo?”  She looks up.  “Wow.  He looks very mysterious and hot and did I mention sexy?”  So it isn’t just me viewing him with champagne goggles.  “Yes that would be him.”
          She immediately grabs my hand and start pulling me toward the stairs.  I squeak and dig my heels in.  “Oh please you are going to make me turn every color under the rainbow here if you present me like some prize to him.  Besides what about Ray?”  She stops and looks at me smiling that silly smile that says ‘oh child must I school you on everything?’   “Are you two dating now?  Because if you are then I will not interfere but if you aren’t then you are free to do whatever and whomever you so choose to.”  I pout at her.  I hate when she is right.  I sigh.  “No that was never really established one way or the other.  We are just friends.”
          Suddenly we both start giggling and singing, “Oh baby you, you got what I need but you say he just a friend, you say he just a friend….” We fall into each other laughing and people are staring and a few even sing a few cords with us.  “Ok you made your point but alas my work of art has disappeared.”  Sara looks up and growls.  “That’s ok he will be back you’ll see.  Now let’s shake our money makers and show these people how it is done!”  as she pulls me onto the dance floor.
It is getting closer to midnight and people are starting to couple up and suddenly it is too hot inside and way too crowded.  I look for Sara but she is slow dancing with Tom and they look too involved in their conversation to interrupt.  I walk upstairs and out into the balcony that runs the length of the second floor.  There are several small groups of people out here smoking and chatting and even a few making out.  I walk out to the far end and I can hear the DJ start the countdown to New Year’s.  Leaning over the rail I look out over the waves crashing on the shore below me.  I put my head down on my hands and sigh.  So much for a kiss at midnight.
 Suddenly I feel someone standing next to me.  I look up and there he is.  I hear the countdown, “five, four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR!”  He leans in close and I can smell him and he smells delicious.  He is very close to me and I look up at him.  “Happy New Year.”  He answers me with a kiss.  I am not expecting this and don’t immediately respond but after a few seconds I kiss him back.  His lips are soft but firm and he tastes like mint.  My hands are on his lower back and I can feel his muscles under his dress shirt.  He puts his hands in my hair and pulls me closer to him and the kiss grows more intense before he releases me.  Whoa.  I am breathless.  “I’m Michael by the way.  I apologize for being so forward but I have wanted to kiss you all night and I just had to put my hands in your exquisite hair.”
“Hi. Wow. Umm I’m Annie. Wow.”  He chuckles.  “Yes you said that already.”  I give my head a little shake I feel so light headed but in a good way.  Up close he is even more gorgeous than I thought.  He has very light blue eyes and he looks very serious but oh so sexy at the same time.  I reach up and touch his cheek.  Yes he is really standing here.  “I don’t, I, wow.….”  I am rendered speechless by that kiss.  He smiles at this.  “Again I apologize for being so forward but of everyone here tonight you were the only one I wanted to kiss at midnight.”  Where has this man been all my life?
“Annie there you are!”  Urgh, Sara has the worst timing.  She runs up and gives me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.  “You go girl” she whispers in my ear.  This makes me giggle.  “Sara this is Michael, Michael this is my best friend and roommate Sara.”  He shakes her hand.  “Pleased to meet you Sara.”  He turns his attention back to me.  “Annie, it was such a pleasure getting to share a kiss at midnight with you.  I hope to run into you again soon.  You must excuse me for now I have some guests I need to attend to.  I will be in touch.”  And with that he walks away but not without a final look back before he disappears through the door.
Sara and I look at each other and pass the question between us without actually saying it, who was that?!  She grabs my hand and we walk back into the house and find Tom so we can go home.  Now my mission is to find out who Michael is.  And do I tell Ray about that kiss?  I will have a 3 hour drive tomorrow to figure that out.