THE PERFECT GUY

Chapter four

Saturday came and I felt queasy to the stomach, what Lee had told me made me feel sick, I had gone out of my way to find out the dickheads name it wasn’t that hard to do considering I knew where he worked. Benjamin had texted me last night saying how we was going to go to the beach for our date so to bring a swimming suit, I try and push the nagging voice out of my head; Lee was lying and Jo dating someone called Benjamin was just a coincidence, that is all. I pack my stuff into my beach bag and wait for Ben to arrive. I fiddle with my phone as I wait, he was five minutes late. I walk down stairs and join my father on our couch and watch the game, he hands me a beer and I open it and take a swig of it, before I know it the game has ended and still Ben hadn’t arrived. My dad gives me a pity look and places his hand on my shoulder and moves into the kitchen. I am so stupid I shout mentally to myself, how could someone like him like someone like me. I was ginger for God sake, okay maybe that wasn’t the reason, I just used it as an excuse. I check my phone hoping he had texted some apology about how something had come up – but nothing, and that hurt even more.

I however did have a text from Lee:

Hey, party @ Johns tonight – 125 Sicmore Ave. Starts at 8pm. Hope to see you there.

I think about it getting drunk with a lot of guys sounded good, especially since I had been stood up but I had work in the morning did I really want to start my first day with a hangover? I forget about it I was young, wild and free I needed to let my hair down.  I run up stairs and get changed into a skimpy black number with some heels; I make my hair wavy with some moose and add some mascara to my eyes. I was rushing it was nearly seven and the drive was about thirty minutes. I struggle down stairs as I put my cardigan on.

“Dad I’m going out don’t wait up!” I close the door behind me and jump in my car blaring some dubstep as I drive.

I knock the door hesitantly, the guy didn’t know me – heck he may even turn me away. I force myself to knock and wait.

“Hi” I gingerly say as a smoking hot guy opens the door.

“Who are you?” He says looking down at me, I feel heat rise to my face under his scrutiny.

“Oh – hi, she’s with me Dan. I thought I heard your voice.” I look up at Lee a bit embarrassed to see him after last time we talked face to face.

“Hi” I walk into the house and join the mayhem inside, Lee takes my hand and winds me through a mass of corridors until we reach the kitchen.

“You want a drink?”

“Yeah G-“

“Gin and Tonic, I know.” I eye him and he smirks.

“I didn’t think you would actually turn up you know … not that I didn’t want you too. What I mean is after last time you saw me.”

“I know, I’m sorry about that.”

“Look I’m the one to be sorry but right now let’s forget it.” He hands me my drink and I knock it back in one. He eyes me this time.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He smirks. I study him from behind and I can’t help but notice he has a great ass, he leads me through the corridors and into the front room were the party was happening. Girls grinding on boys, drink spilling out of their cups as they do; clearly a bit drunk. Some getting it off with each other and a little bit more. Lee leads me over to the packed sofa and he squeezes himself into the last space. Great what the heck was I supposed to do? Stand by him like a lemon? He opens his legs and pulls me down by the hips so that I sit in between them. I can’t help but enjoy the heat of his legs on mine, and the way his hands wind around my body.

“So your Lucy’s daughter right?” He softly shouts in my ear over the music.

“Yeah” I shout back, at that moment a guy comes around with a plate full of shots and hands us one, I take two and knock them back.

“Go easy okay? I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Scared your friends might try it on with me?”

“They would do a lot more than that I’m afraid there dicks when it comes with girls.”

“And you’re not?” He laughs in my ear.

“Would you like it if I were?” I smile at his flirting it felt nice to be noticed.

“I don’t think you would be able to pull it off.”

“Oh really?” He begins to nibble at my ear making me giggle, his mouth than moves down my neck kissing it softly while his hand begins to run over my thigh up towards my pants, sending shivers down my back. It felt good; his hand keeps travelling up but stops when he reaches the hem of my pants.

“Told you, you wouldn’t be able to do it”

“Don’t tempt me Allison; it’s hard to keep myself in check.” He says nibbling at my ear again. I grab a bottle of vodka and swig it down it burnt, but I instantly began to feel the buzz in light within me.

“Come on.” I say dragging Lee up, “Dance with me,” He smiles and we mash into the merge up of bodies, the feel of sweat as people lean to close. I had never danced like this before but there was always a first for everything. I push my ass into Lee’s crotch and begin to grind into him while he holds my hips. He spins me around to face him and puts his hands on my ass, bringing me in close his leg in between my crotch as we grind together, my hands are around his neck and he smiles down at me a twinkle in those eyes I thought were so dull.

I lean up and kiss him the feel of the drink getting to me, he kisses me back just as hard and his hands push me in closer towards him. We begin to move upstairs and the feel of a soft bed hitting my back makes me come up for air. I push further onto the bed to get more comfortable dragging Lee back on top of me, he kisses me harder and his mouth runs down my neck to my cleavage. His hands running up my legs again but this time not stopping at my panties. I begin to unbutton his shirt and throw it away, next I begin to work on his belt but he pulls away.

“Allison I can’t do this.” I look at him and sit up.

“What do you mean?” I mumble out.

“I can’t take advantage of you, you’re too drunk.”

“Oh shh.” I say pulling him in, he pulls away.

“I’m serious Al, I can’t; it’s so hard for me to say it but I can’t.”

“I’m not drunk at all.” It couldn’t have been the worst moment to say it, I feel bile begin to rise and as I leap up to the toilet I miss it by an inch and the smell of vomit makes me heave.

“Let’s get you home Al.” He says to me taking me by the shoulders and giving me a glass of water. What a bummer.

A/N - Not sure about this chapter yet, if you could leave a comment on what you think about it, it would be great as I really don't know if I'm feeling it. :/ Hmm.