One Night Stand

Chapter 1 - Peter

Warning: This chapter is PG 16.

Victoria was sitting on her queen sized bed in her bedroom, reading a fashion magazine on her computer.

It was a nice afternoon. She was wearing her white tank top and her lucky black shorts, her hair messed up into a bun.

She was alone in the house. Her paying guest was out of station for some business.

The doorbell rang.

Victoria went downstairs and opened the door to find Peter.

Peter was her gym trainer. They had been dating for three months now.

Victoria

"Hey.", I said.

"Hey beautiful", he said hugging me.

"Get in here."

Victoria said smiling. "Um I was just thinking about you. Nice surprise."

"Me too, Tori. Can't get you out of my mind."

I genuinely smiled.

Peter made his way to the living room, eyeing around.

He sat on the couch when I gestured him to.

"Want a beer?"

"Sure.", he said, raking his hair.

I brought one for both of them from the minibar.

"Thanks."

"So, what's up, hottie?"

"Missed my baby.", Peter said, untying my black hair.

I blushed.

He leaned forward and kissed me softly.

"Peter?"

He looked into my eyes. I felt like I would never find my way back if I drown in those eyes.

"Uh, I .. "

"Uh you?"

I just sat there, mesmerized. I wanted to tell him how much he means to me, that finally I feel as if I am important to a guy, and not just a sex toy, but the words didn't come out.

When, I didn't reply, he erased the awkward tension in the air by speaking up. Phew.

"Where's that mole you had on your collar bone?"

Argh. He is to die for.

I nervously put my hair on the other side of my neck, so he could see it.

He kissed my mole. I gasped when he got close to the sensitive spot under my ear. He went back to look into my eyes.

I had dark brown eyes, Peter had pool blue eyes which went with his light brown hair. I could see the world in his eyes.

That's it.

"Let's go upstairs", I said getting up,  messing his hair.

He followed me.

We were in the middle of the stairs, when Peter pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips against mine.

Looks like he felt what I felt too. He was just not dumb like me, to not make a move.

A shiver of anxiety ran down my spine, where I felt needy for his love. My body was electrocuted.

I responded him. I let my tongue explore his mouth. My hands on his head and neck, gripping, digging.

His hands snaked around my waist. He took my hands pinned both of them over my head. I was helpless. I was his. Just at the same instant, the doorbell rang. We didn't stop, until the doorbell rang again when Peter pulled himself back.