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Dirty Dancing,

By OneLastChanceX

 


Bill drew back and looked into my eyes, he looked downward, his cheeks burnt scarlet. `We should go now, you know head back to mine. Where are you staying?' He played with my hair as he spoke, twirling it around his finger, his nails more beautiful than my own.
`I was going to book myself a hotel beforehand but I didn't really get around to it.' His eyes seemed to light up at this idea. I knew what he was going to offer, and I couldn't be happier.
`Did you want to stay at ours? I mean we have a spare bedroom, or you could stay in mine?' embarrassment seemed to take over him and he wanted to retract that comment almost immediately.

`Your bed seems good,' I winked slyly and he broke out into a huge grin. He walked off to a tree and pulled out his mobile. I could hear bits and pieces, I found out some revealing stuff about Bill, and it was obvious that he was talking to Tom. Bill was worried about having sex with me. He was telling Tom how much he loved me, even after knowing me for few hours. My heart started racing, I knew that I loved Bill, from the moment I saw him. I also found out that Bill was a virgin, something I would have to be careful of, I was still thinking about our possible relationship when he walked over and wrapped his arms around me.

`You ready to go?' I nodded and we walked hand in hand towards Bill's apartment. When I got there, Tom was sprawled out on a sofa, watching something violent on television. Tom looked at me and chuckled a bit, obviously at the conversation prior to us leaving central park. He winked at me and when Bill left pulled me onto the couch.

`So, how's it hanging sexy,' he pulled me closer to him. I was astounded by how fast this guy moved. He stroked my face and lent in to kiss me. I pulled back instantly, but it was too late, Bill had walked in. I could see the tears well up behind his eyes. I stood up and followed Bill into his room. I knew that he would believe me if I explained myself. I sat down next to Bill on his bed.

`Listen, there is no need to explain, I understand, we weren't together and Tom… well he's Tom. It's alright you can still crash here.' A tear slid down his face and I knew I had to explain myself, Bill was the kindest, sweetest person I had ever met. I felt this strong connection with him, despite the few hours that we had spent together. `Listen Bill, it wasn't me, Tom pulled me over. Listen I didn't want to say this too soon, but… I think I love you.' With the last words uttered Bill pulled me over and kissed me, his tongue slipping in and out of my mouth. His delicate hand caressed my lower back and his hair tickled my neck. He pulled away, and stared deep into my eyes. I knew that deep down he believed me.

`It's alright, I believe you, Tom always tries and steals my girls' I cocked my eyebrow, wanting to inquire more about the topic but it was clear he was done talking. Tom called for us to come down for dinner, fresh pasta and toasted garlic toast. I ate small portions and gulped down my water. Tom kept looking at me and Bill was using it to his advantage, laughing with me. Bill and I flirted all the way throughout the night. Finally Tom bought out the vodka, my face was ecstatic, like that of a child on Christmas. I gulped back shot after shot and soon I was pretty drunk. Tom was laughing and I danced with him for a while. Bill sat there looking pretty happy too and he soon lead me to his bedroom.

`I want to do it, Faye.' I looked at him in awe, I was totally up for it.

 

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