“Yeah…well, it’s Armand actually, but everyone calls me Andy.”
It was ridiculous of my parents to give me an artsy fucking name and then expect me to do law.
She sticks out her hand, and I take it. We shake.
“I’m Minette… Minnie.”
“Like Minnie Mouse?” I grin.
She laughs, a sweet giggle. “Yeah. Kind of. I had a few drinks. Emmy made me feel better, so I decided to come tonight. I really want to let go. Would you like to dance?”
“Right here?” I reach out and grab her waist. “Right now?”
She smiles. “Sure.”
She puts her arms on my shoulders, and I pull her towards me. It’s all happening so fast. I thought I was going to have to parade around nude to get her to notice me.
It’s strange, but I can’t even hear the music. We’re swaying, looking into each other’s eyes, but I have no idea if we’re following the beat.
There’s a silence around Minette. Like the horrors of the world stand still at her feet. I’m entranced.
She’s gorgeous, and I want to get to know every inch of her. She shifts under my hands, and my cock is practically leaping up out of my pants. As we move to the music, I start stroking her sides with my palms.
She pulls back a little, the vibrant green of her dress making her eyes shine darkly blue and setting off her pale hair.
“You’re hot,” I whisper in her ear.
She looks surprised and a bit confused. “Don’t you have a girlfriend here?”
I shake my head quickly. “No. No girlfriend.”
“Really?” Her hands grip my shoulders.
She’s hopeful. Expectant. Fuck, yes!
I slide my hands around her waist, bringing her closer to me. Fuck it. I’m going for it.
She’s hot, and I’ve got her here in my hands right now. She bends against me, and I know she wants me.
She’s as hot for me as I am for her.
“Hey, Minnie,” I begin.
“Yes?” She looks into my eyes.
“I think you’re gorgeous and lovely. Your flowers are beautiful. I want to know everything about you. I want to kiss away the sadness in your eyes. I can’t take it that you seem to live in pain. Let me try. Give me a chance.”
She strokes the side of my face, then she stands on tiptoe, our lips just inches apart. I cradle her head in one hand and lean down into the kiss.
Her mouth is hot and sweet. Gently, our lips play against each other, cautiously exploring with tongues.
She starts running her hands over my shoulders, and my cock is getting harder by the second. I don’t want to scare her. I’m pretty sure it will take more than one hot kiss to get her panties off.
She grips my hand, smiling as she pulls back. She takes a few steps away, tugging me along.
“Come on,” she whispers. “Let’s get out of here!”
She heads for one of the side doors in the apartment. Bedrooms, maybe?