Misery Loves Company
Date: 02.08.2009Keywords: Misery, Company, Loves,
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..that way." Leigh looked away from Rick. "It looks like we were both deceived a little, huh?"
She stared at the floor, noticing his boots and her own. Both black, both to the knee. 'Say something!' She chided herself, 'Why are you looking at the ground? Stop it. Look up!' She forced a smile and turned in his direction, "It looks like we're wearing the same boots." 'Brilliant,' she mocked herself, 'Just brilliant.'
Rick looked down at her boots and then at his. "Yeah, well, I don't think I could walk in yours." He let out a warm chuckle. "I'd fall on my ass with heels like that." Maybe he should lose his attitude, after all, it wasn't her fault that he was here. "And hey, at least we match. Both in black."
Leigh grinned, grateful for his laugh. Maybe he wasn't a bad guy. Maybe Missy wasn't an idiot. A bitch maybe, but not an idiot. She pointed towards the kitchen, "Hey, do you want something to drink?"
"Yeah," he responded. He could feel his mood lift. "I'd love something to drink."
The punch was spiked; there was no doubt of that whatsoever. Rick looked at Leigh and flashed a grin as he raised his plastic cup. "It's got a kick."
Leigh nodded. "Yes, it certainly does. I don't want to even think about what's in it." She found his smile infectious and smiled back. "I think half the people that show up add a little to the brew. I know Missy had a bottle hidden in her room. And, if it's like last Halloween, it'll just get stronger as the night goes on."
The pounding of the dance music could be heard from the basement. A dance floor had been set up and a DJ hired for the party. They had finished their first drink and were almost done with the second one when Rick looked at Leigh. The punch had given that warm and fuzzy feeling. "Would you like to go down and dance for a bit?"
His warm smile and the alcohol had helped Leigh relax. She gave him a smile and nodded. 'Why the hell not,' she thought. "Yeah, sounds good to me."
To keep her balance, she held on to his arm as they headed downstairs. When her breast brushed against his arm, she realized how close they were standing. She went to pull back but stopped. 'Hell with it, I'm going to enjoy myself.'
She took a big drink of punch just before she saw them. Her heart raced and her legs felt a little numb. 'Dammit,' she thought. She'd known he'd show up; he never fucking missed a party. It was just seeing Bobby with...her, with the bitch, with the who bragged about how he'd left Leigh alone at the door to go and fuck her...more than once.
Rick must have followed her eyes across the room because he leaned in to say, "Someone you know?" over the loud music. She said, "My boyfriend," before she realized what had come out of her mouth. He smiled as she stuttered, "My ex-boyfriend." Rick held out his hand as the music beat through the room with a life of its own, "Come on, lets dance. He shouldn't be the only one having a good time."
Leigh almost snorted when she said, "Right, a good time. She's flat as a board and never been nailed...a carpenter's dream." She looked up into his eyes, and they both laughed before she added, "Well, that's what my granddad would say."
Rick burst out laughing. "I haven't heard that one before."
She only half-heard him as she answered, "I'd love to dance." She muttered, almost to herself, "I'll show that bastard that I don't need him." Leigh grabbed Rick's hand and led him to the dance floor.
As soon as they got onto the floor the music changed to a slow, old, love song. Rick looked hesitantly at Leigh, he wasn't sure if this was the kind of dance that she wanted their first one to be.
Maybe tt wasn't the song or type of dance she would have chosen to have with someone that she had just met, but her boyfriend was dancing so close to...that girl...that they could be fucking and not be any closer.
She looked up at Rick with a pleading look in her eyes. "Dance with me, please."
As soon as he put his arms around her, he felt comfortable. It was almost as if they were a perfect fit for one another. He liked how her body felt against his; they moved together like they'd danced a thousand dances together.
Leigh felt his hands rub along the spot where her bra strap should be, and she leaned closer, hiding her face from him. Even with the mask, he might see the color there. She felt her nipples stiffen as his hand inched a little lower, and they moved closer together. She hoped he didn't notice. Or, did she want him to notice? Her mind felt a little bleary. Missy smiled a knowing smile at her from across the room, but she looked away quickly, deciding not to care what anyone else thought.
Soon, he was caressing where her thong would surely be. He had to know now...That she was naked under the suit. That all he would have to do is take that zipper between his fingers—she felt herself get suddenly wet. 'It's the punch,' she told herself as the scent of his cologne made her daydream about his kiss. She wanted feel his mouth on hers, she longed to taste him.
He hoped the song would never end. They couldn't get any closer now. He felt intoxicated but, not from the punch. It was the aroma of her perfume and the feeling of her body pressed against his. Her head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck, her hair brushed against his cheek.
She made no move to pull from him, or to move his hands. It was all he could do to fight the urge to caress every square inch of her body. He wondered what it would feel like to touch her naked skin with the tips of his fingers. Her breasts pressed into his chest and he wanted to touch them. He wondered what they would look like.
'Oh shit!' He thought as he felt his erection growing. 'Why now of all times?' The more he tried to concentrate on other things, the more it grew. 'I hope she doesn't feel it.' Deep down, he wanted her to feel it and to know that he desired her.
But she had felt it and pressed against it slightly more. It made her glad that she excited him. It gave a stick-this-in-you-face feeling when she thought about her ex. Rick's arms felt so strong wrapped around her body.
Before she realized what she was doing, Leigh lifted her head slightly and touched her lips to his neck. She wasn't prepared for the feeling of pleasure that washed over her body.
Leigh couldn't believe she had kissed his neck; it wasn't something she would do to a man she barely knew, anymore than she would rub against his erection. But, she was doing that, too. Maybe it was the mask. Maybe it was the punch. It didn't matter when he moved her just enough to lean down and brush her lips with his. He just barely touched them, just enough for her to want to take his tongue inside of her mouth when the music changed. It was fast and rhythmic. She started to pull away, but he didn't let her. And, his mouth was on hers again. She met his tongue with her own. He tasted like Hawaiian punch and liquor and mint. For that moment, it was the most wonderful taste in the world. She found her hands on his chest, caressing, She could feel the muscles beneath the fabric, his erection still pressing against her and the wetness between her legs, she wondered if anyone could see it, She pushed away from him more firmly this time, and he let her go. She tried to think of something to say, but he spoke first. "I'm sorry, Leigh," he backed off a little, putting his hands into his pockets, "I got a little carried away...I just thought...never mind..." He gave her a little boy grin, and she felt bad for stepping back.
She shook her head, but he was leaving the dance floor. She bit her lip and followed behind him, partially hoping her ex hadn't seen him walk away, mostly just wanting Rick to turn around and know that she had wanted it, too. She reached out for his shoulder before he could head in the direction of Luke and Missy
"Rick, wait, please," He turned around and looked at her with a wistful look that had her aching. "Please don't go. I just...I'm usually pretty shy. Crowds," she paused and looked around, "They aren't my thing." It was true; she had never been the make-out-in-public girl. She hadn't had nearly enough to drink for that.
He nodded sympathetically and said, "Hey, its okay, I understand. You told me from the beginning..."
She shook her head, and said something she'd never said before, "Do you want to come up to my room?" She wasn't a virgin, but she didn't want to be like the other girls, the ones who brought guys upstairs after every party.
As he stared at her, obviously surprised by the invitation, she added, "We could talk...unless you'd rather stay down here..."
"No." Rick shook his head. "I'd like to get away. Crowds aren't my thing either." He was telling the truth. Also, he was self-conscious about his erection that was bulging out in the front of his pants. He was sure that everyone could see it and it embarrassed him.
A warm glow came over Leigh. It was the same feeling that she had when she was a little girl and had done something that she wasn't supposed to do and had gotten away with it. She was taking a guy upstairs, and that was against the rules.
Even though she had just met Rick, there was an immediate level of trust that she had never experienced with another guy. She didn't quite understand why, but, it was there. Normally she was very cautious when meeting people, especially for the first time, some of her friends in high school had gone as far as saying that she was overly defensive and that she had run some guys off because of it. Better safe than sorry, that was her motto.
They re-filled their glasses with punch on their way through the kitchen. Leigh motioned Rick to stop as she peeked up the stairs. "Be very quiet," she cautioned. "I don't want us to get caught."
How anyone was going to hear them walking up the stairs with the raucous noise from the party in the background was beyond Rick's comprehension. Leigh felt her heart pounding as she led him up to the third floor and then down the hallway to her room.
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Keywords: Misery, Company, Loves,