One Curvy Night

Chapter 1: Where we seek

The Shy, Curvy Virgin's PoV

Sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other, trying to move in sync with the blasting music. I couldn't understand how anyone thought dancing like that was fun. But then again, I didn't look like the other girls out there on the dance floor, shaking narrow hips and tight butts, with glossy hairstyles without a hair out of place even when part of a hectic wiggling mass. My eyes zeroed in on one of my best friends, her platinum hair unmistakable. Christie was unquestionable beautiful, but with a stone-cold heart no guy had managed to thaw. Not due to lack of trying, though. Amongst her friend, she was known as the realist, if not somewhat pessimistic.

"Oh goodie. Here comes Kelly." Daisy nudged my elbow while nodding towards a redhead, petite woman walking briskly towards us. Kelly was the organiser and control freak of the group. If we ever had a leader, she would be it.

"Hello girls." Kelly gave Daisy and me a hug each before sliding into a chair next to Daisy. With dark chestnut hair and a warm, if not a little homely face, Daisy was the tender one of our small group. Forever the dreamer, she trusted blindly and never said a bad word about anyone.

"So have the mission started yet?" Kelly asked, taking a sip of the beer Daisy had bought for her.

"No." I grumbled just as Christie slid into the chair next to me.

"Don't worry Sabbie, we are just warming up." Daisy patted my hand. "We'll find you a prince charming."

"Or just a hunky male would more than satisfy." Christie said as she smirked, throwing me a wink.

I grumbled some more as my three best friends ignored my complaints and started to hunt for the 'hunky male'. I should never have told them about my little secret. But then again, I was kinda surprised that they never figured it out. I had never really dated, and we have been friends since high school. I just didn't seem to know how to act around guys. Natural shy, sheltered in small private school from young age and ignored in the public schools at older age, I have never developed any good social techniques. My three best friends were the only group I felt natural around.

So naturally I had accidentally blurted out the truth when we had one of our weekly nighties. We had been staying over at Daisy's place, and were discussing past lovers. When they'd asked me who had been my best, they'd assumed I have had more than one. When they found out I have never even had one, they decided to make Friday my virgin sacrifice night. They had dragged me to our usual hangout place, where we always celebrated a week's hard work. So in that sense nothing seemed unusual. But it was. My friends were on the hunt for the best available male to deflower me, and they wouldn't rest until I fully appreciated the act of sex. I had agreed on one condition. This would be only a one-night stand, and it had to happen tonight. I didn't want any more unnecessary nights out on the hunt for a guy, and I didn't want to go through the several stages of dating beforehand. Not when they all told me the first time wasn't usually that great, and with the probability of every first-time relationship never working out.

So here we were, in a bar filled with females who looked primed to the t, and males who seemed to put just as long time to prepare themselves.

And then there was me.

The Womaniser PoV

There she was again.

I had seen her here several Friday nights, always with that group of friends. First, I had noticed the tall, blond girl. But I wasn't the only one, and I brushed her off when I saw the way she treated the guys she wasn't interested in. I've had my share of persisting princesses, and I avoided them if I could. And I'd had no doubt she would turn from ice queen to meek princess as soon as she clasped eyes on me.

That's why I had started out avoiding their side of the club. Until I saw the Ice Queen shift one Friday night (when I had been staring across the club due to boredom as three brainless chicks chattered on about everything between heaven and earth, and still not managing to find one interesting topic between them), briefly enough for me to only catch a glimpse of red hair. Red hair was my weakness, so I'd craned my neck, and thanked my lucky star when the blond was led out on the dance floor by some guy.

She was small, the red haired girl. She could have been mistaken for a girl easily, if it weren't for her hard work not to appear young. She wore full makeup, practical, classy cloths and high heels. I'd regarded her over my drink, considering my options. Either I could have stayed where I was, amongst several hot airheads, or risk running into Ice Queen to talk to the red lass. I had been mulling over my pros and cons, settling on staying just as the blond walked back to the group, grabbing the hand of the third girl who had been sitting with her back to me. She was plainer than the other two, but with an open friendliness that made her approachable and slightly cute. Her dark brown hair swung to her shoulders in small waves, emphasising her long throat. When the blond girl dragged her toward the dance floor, the table had been open in full view. My eyes had landed on the red-haired, and I'd started to stand up when my eyes cut to her companion and my body had slammed it systems down, before restarting them in super speed.

The last girl had been listening to the red-haired with head crocked to one side, her eyes downcast. Her hair was a dark golden colour, curling in a wild mass down over her shoulders. Her face was round, with a small button nose and a small mouth with full lips, all clear of makeup. Once my lungs had seemed to function at normal speed again, I'd let my eyes travel south and nearly groaned out loud. Full breasts had pressed against her shirt, moving up and down in a hypnotic progress. My gaze had drifted lower, focusing on a pair of jeans clad legs, well-shaped and mouth-watering. I'd stared at the curvy girl, not seeming to understand the overwhelming attraction that had gravitated me toward her. Yet I'd stood back, not making a move over the next two Fridays I'd seen her.

The reason why I hadn't made a move? Quite simple. She didn't seem interested. Not just in me, but every male had seemed invincible to her. Every person but her three friends didn't seem to exist in her world. That shouldn't have been enough to keep me away, and it wasn't. There was also this overwhelming reaction that scared me. Every time I saw her, I couldn't control my breathing for a few seconds, and that scared me more than I would ever like to admit. I had never cared about a girl before, really cared, and I sensed she would change all that. And that's what made me sit back and hesitate to talk to her. I was used to my single, bachelor life, and wasn't quite ready to see my carefree nights, where I didn't have to worry about anyone, disappear into a relationship with a girl I knew nothing about. I hadn't been quite willing to take that chance. Yet.

Until last Friday, when I hadn't seen her at the bar. I had searched around for an hour, getting blocked and bothered by both women and men. Then I had stayed another hour, just to see if she might appear. When it became clear she wasn't going to appear, I had wandered home, to my empty penthouse. And that's when I finally made a choice. I was more than ready to change my single life if this empty hole never ever appeared in the base of my throat again.

I had set out to find out as much about her as I could, which had been possible only because of my many connections. Her name was Miss Sable Harris, age 27. She worked as an illustrator for children's books and postcards. She lived with a roommate called Peter. That had worried me, wondering if that was her boyfriend. Then I'd decided, if she was meant to be mine, no boyfriend could stop me.

So here I was, sitting across the room, my eyes glued to the curvy beauty. She hadn't once looked at me, and I was gathering my wits before unleashing my charm on her. I had breathed in a sigh of relief when she had walked in earlier. It would have been extremely awkward if I'd have had to knock on her door as a complete stranger. But here she was. And for once, she was clearly doing something else with her group than talking. They were checking out guys.