One of a million stories

Chapter three

The picture up here is from Lila's fantasy. Hope you enjoy, it's going to get spicy!

XO

I'v been at this party for about three ours when I have to take a pee. Normally I would try and hold it up much longer since when I start to pee after I've had alcohol I can't stop anymore. Every half an hour I have to go to the toilet... But this slow song started playing and so Billie and Jasper are dancing together so I have nothing better to do. It looks pretty cute tho. They've been together for so long but I've never doubted their relationship. They've gone through so much together! I don't know if I will ever get to be in such a deep relationship. The key, or at least I think it is the key, is that you have to tell each other almost everything. And for that you have to trust each other. All the relationships that I've had were way to short and I could never really go all in. I guess I have trust issues. Anyways, quit longing for something you'll never going to get and go pee woman, I say to myself and so I go and start looking for a toilet or bathroom.

After Billie had pulled me away from the bar and beautiful man (who turned his f'ing back on me) she showed me around the place. It was big and I don't think we went through even half the rooms downstairs! I have to slalom between groups and groups of people talking and laughing. For a business party there are a lot of people drunk already. When I'm finally in the hallway where a toilet should be I can see a row from here till Tokyo. "Goddammit", I curse under my breath. I had decided I was going to pee and now I really needed to go! If I walked a little further there was a staircase. So I went upstairs in search of a bathroom. The hallway was white and there were pictures framed between every door. Pictures of an old, boring looking man or a family portrait where everyone stood stoic, without any emotion on their face. I pulled some doors but none opened. When I got to the end of the hall one finally opened. But it was not me who opened it, oh no, it was beautiful man on the other side who had the door handle in his hands.

He looked at me with a frown. "What are you doing here? No one is allowed upstairs." He says it like I just broke into his room or something. Normally I don't get offended that fast but now I am. "Well I am not the only who's breaking the rules then am I?" I look at him mad and I hope he can hear it in my voice. He doesn't answer and I scoff. Since he still doesn't react I now turn my back on him. After I take a few steps I get pulled back. His hand is on my wrist. I don't turn back around. It seems his touch made me freeze. He takes a step closer and the only reason I know that is because of his breathing. I can now feel it in my neck and I get goosebumps. 

"Why are you upstairs?" he whisper asks, this time in a more friendly way. 

"I had to pee and the row was way too long downstairs" My voice trembles. Not because I'm embarrassed about what I'm saying but because his hand is now slowly stroking my arm. I can feel him come closer, the energy between my back and his chest sizzling. After a few seconds his whole presence disappears. He clears his voice and tells me that the door on the opposite of the one he was in is a bathroom. I take the few steps needed, open the door and when it was almost close again I say thanks. I'm pretty sure he could not have heard me. It doesn't really matter tho. Before my door is closed his one is already. I can hear the lock clicking so I fully close the bathroom door.

I rest my back against the wall and close my eyes. My whole body is burning. He touched my wrist and arm. My wrist and arm! How is it possible he has this big of an effect on me by doing something that is so not sexual?!? And that while half the time I have sex with someone I can't even come! "Arrggghhhh!" I don't even realize I made the sound out loud until I hear someone scraping their throat in the hallway. Woopsie.

I open up my eyes and notice what a beautiful bathroom I'm in. It has a freaking jacuzzi as a bath! Oh how I would love to lay in there for hours. And maybe do some naughty stuff. I grin. Furthermore there are two sinks and a toilet of course. The relief when I can finely let the pee go is unbelievable. I guess the tension of beautiful man touching me didn't really help my bladder. All my muscles were clenched. When I leave the bathroom and go downstairs again I don't run into anyone. I don't know if I feel relieved or frustrated that beautiful man was gone once again. It seems it's a habit of him turning his back on me, leaving abruptly. A sigh escapes my mouth.