Considering that I had to get ready for the concert in a couple of hours, I promised myself I’d volunteer tomorrow. I had no choice if I wanted to pay my tuition on time.
“Wow!”
Keanu’s reaction was exactly what I was hoping for as I opened the door to my dorm room. It was rare that I dug the short, suede skirt and black leather boots out of the back of the closet, but for tonight, I needed something special. “You look stunning.” His voice was a seductive growl.
Taking a step closer to me, his hands slid around my waist, grazing the small of my back. A pleasant shiver ran up my spine as I leaned against him. With my head down and my cheek nestled against his large chest, his right hand held me around the waist while the other went under my chin and tilted my face up to meet his.
As our faces drew closer, I welcomed his soft lips on mine. His kiss was gentle, yet firm and passionate. For one of the few kisses I’d experienced in my life, it was phenomenal.
Lifting up the back of my shirt, he slid his warm hands onto my skin. Kissing my lips, he then hungrily moved to my ear and neck. Sliding his fingers through my long black hair and pressing his large chest and hips against me, I involuntarily moaned as his hands explored my body.
Just as he began lifting up my shirt to remove it, I stopped him. “Wait…please.”
I didn’t even know why, but I suddenly felt like everything was moving too fast. My breath was quick and my pulse thudded hard and fast in my veins.
Stopping immediately, he whispered in my ear. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I stuttered as I straightened out my skirt and blouse. “I…I’m…”
“I just need a little more time, okay.” Rubbing his chest, I hoped that I hadn’t offended him.
Smiling, he responded with sincerity. “Absolutely, anything for you.”
Entering the club, the bass was thunderous and the rainbow of strobe lights pulsated hypnotically. Drunk and sweaty, the masses that were crammed on the dance floor swayed and gyrated against each other.
Clinging to Keanu’s arm, I held on for dear life while still trying to appear calm and cool. Leading me happily to the center of the room, he pulled me close and began to slow dance even though the music was hard rock.
Closing my eyes as I rested my head on his chest, I tried to imagine us anywhere but here. Buried within a pile of drunken bodies was not my idea of a romantic date, but I was really happy just being near him.
Leaning into me, he elicited a fresh wave of shivers down my back as he gently pushed my hair away from my ear and asked, “Would you like a drink?” Smiling and nodding, he took my hand and led me to the bar. “What do you drink?” He yelled over the racket.
“Iced tea.” I extended my voice to the loudest it would go.
“Long Island?”
“No, virgin please.” Giving me the strangest look, he ordered our drinks and when we received them, I followed him to a quieter section of the bar.
Sitting in a secluded area of the lounge, we snuggled into the corner of a booth. Watching all the pretty, and obviously inebriated, girls go by; I began feeling a little out of my element. Actually, a lot out of my element. What was I doing here? Yes, I really liked this guy, but what did I really know of him…or him of me?
Sipping my drink slowly, I tried to enjoy myself. It was a rarity that I ever went out, let alone on a date.
Keanu would look at me every so often, smile mischievously, and then lean over and kiss me on the lips, neck, or wherever he so desired. With his large arm around me, I felt safe and warm. Stealing glances at his face while he watched the band play, I admired the contours of his jaw, his kind eyes and handsome smile.
An unfamiliar feeling swept over me as the world seemed to slow down. As I thought about school, Amy, Keanu and my life at that moment, I experienced a feeling I hadn’t had before—happiness.
“Do you…want to come in?” I hugged the doorframe behind me as I invited Keanu into my room.
Taking a step closer, he raised his hand to my face and stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. “Are you sure?” Uncertainty shadowed his handsome face.
Nodding, I took his hand from my cheek and kissed his palm, then ushering him into my dorm room, I closed the door and locked it.
Standing before him in my dimly lit apartment, an awkwardness overwhelmed me as I realized I didn’t know what to do next.
Good thing he made the first move.
He sauntered toward me with a sheepish smile. Sliding his right hand over my shoulder and under my hair to hold the nape of my neck, he slowly drew me to him. Tenderly, his left hand slid under my shirt, passed my waist and grazed to the small of my back.
Slow dancing to only the sound of our impassioned breath, he leaned over and placed his mouth on mine. Darting his tongue softly against my mine, I felt his fingers move up my spine to undo my bra.
My lips twitched into a smile as I felt the clasps release in the back, my breasts now free from their restraints. Still a bit tender from the mammogram, I winced as he cupped the left one in his hand. Despite the mild ache, the delicate caress forced a moan from my lips.
Kissing my neck, his palms moved out from under my shirt and slid down the sides of my hips.
A mixture of cologne and pheromone, his scent overwhelmed me; it made my head spin as I ran my fingers through his wavy hair.
Feeling a tug at the bottom of my suede skirt, I took a sharp breath in as I realized he was pulling it up. Hearing my gasp, he paused to look into my eyes, as though awaiting permission.
An instinct suddenly possessed me as I pushed him closer to the bed. Gesturing for him to sit down, I then reached around and unzipped my skirt. Wriggling out of it, I let it slide down my thighs to the floor; I then lifted up my shirt and pulled it over my head.
My bra still hung off my arms, hiding the last of my naked chest. Pulling the straps off one at a time, I teased him as I covered my breasts with my forearms. Finally, I let the bra fall to the floor and my hands moved to my side.
His eyes stayed focused on mine for a moment and then he scanned my body with an expression of lust branded on his face. At first, he seemed not to notice my birthmark buried deep in the hollow of my bosom, but then he stared at it, fixated.
“Is that a tattoo?” I could tell he was trying to sound casual but his voice cracked a little as he asked. Removing his clothes, I found it hard to concentrate as I stared at his chest—not to mention everything else.
“No.” Self-doubt crept out of the shadows and into my consciousness as I crossed my arms and hid my breasts again.
“It’s…beautiful.” His eyes twinkled as he reached for me and pulled me close to him. Undraping my arms from their protective stance around my breasts, he slowly and methodically kissed both of them. Running his fingers between them, he paused and playfully examined my star birthmark.
His fingers trailed to my hips. Sliding his thumbs between fabric and skin, he tugged lightly at my panties, guiding them over my contours and eventually to my ankles.
With him still sitting on the bed, he pulled me on top of him. After straddling him, he then took over and carefully eased my hips closer to his.
“Cassia.” Keanu whispered my name making it sound like a line of poetry as we gently moved our bodies together.
Chapter 5
Most people dream random, silly or scary dreams. They find themselves standing naked in front of a crowd or a crocodile chasing them, trying to eat their pants.
But not mine.
Mine have always been vivid memories of my childhood with encrypted secrets twisted within.
