The party was winding down. It had been a night filled with food, fun, and frolic. Of course, many of the guests had also enjoyed the open bar-some more than others if you know what I mean. I had sipped on cola as usual all evening knowing full well that I would be providing taxi service when the festivities came to an end. Most of the party-goers knew me well and didn't worry about how they were going to get home. In the past, some had even given me their keys before the party began. I was the only one in my circle of friends that could always be counted on to be the designated driver.
I actually didn't mind though because I had as much fun, and maybe even at times more fun, than anyone without partaking of the host of party beverages available. I didn't need any outside stimulus to act foolish. It came very naturally to me. I was one of the first to hit the dance floor, and one of the last to leave. On occasion, you could even find me dancing on a table top. There was a bit of a wild child in me. Tonight had been no exception. I had let my hair down and thoroughly enjoyed myself.
To my surprise, most of the party animals had already found a ride home. I was on my way to the door when Jennie stopped me. "Can you take Rich home?"
One look at her eyes told me she was in no condition to drive. She was planning to spend the night. Her sister was the hostess and had nearly insisted that she stay. Rich had come with her and wanted to sleep it off in his own bed. Jennie and Rich were not an item. There were just very good friends and had been for years.
"Sure thing", I replied trying to hold back the wave of excitement that was rushing through my body at the thought of spending some time alone with him. I had known Rich for many years but only recently began to look at him through very different eyes. I guess you could call them "hungry eyes".
He was over 6 feet tall and had the body of a Playgirl centerfold. I couldn't have counted the number of times I had been busted staring at him. His short black hair perfectly framed his boyish face, and I was reminded that he was not yet 30. His innocent look was contrasted as the devil seemed to dance in his big brown eyes. When he smiled, his eyes positively sparkled and oh what those dimples did to me. He dressed in a style that flattered his athletic build. The mere sight of this incredibly sexy young man filled me with desire and made me hungry for passion.
Every time I was around him it was all that I could do keep my hands off him. I wanted him to come to me. I wanted him to want me the way I wanted him. I wanted to reach out and touch his face--tracing each line with my fingertips with our eyes locked. I wanted to kiss him--sliding my tongue sensuously across his lips. I wanted to caress every inch of his hard body--rubbing my fingers lightly over his skin. I wanted to pull him to me--cupping his firm round ass in my hands. I wanted to embrace him --feeling the heat rise within our bodies begging to be set free. I wanted to devour him in every way possible.
