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road and down a
side street. Then we turn right, then left, finally arriving at
Wellington Place. Number 6.
    A tall, mid thirties
redhead lets us in and we hit the kitchen, after struggling through
the heaving throng.
    The whole party thing
knocks my senses cock-a-hoop.
    It's noisy, hot,
smoky, and full of people misbehaving. One way or another. The air
is blue, literally, verbally and physically. The blue LED lights
strung everywhere give it an unearthly feel. I'm not sure what's in
the thick, strange smelling, smoky atmosphere that's invading my
nostrils, but I can guess. Jackson shoves a pint glass of wine in
my hand. I look at the manly glass of red, unimpressed.
    “No wine glasses,
sorry,” he says loudly, above the din of the techno beat, thumping
though the whole house and vibrating every cell of my body.
    I take a big sip and
then another. I need to get in the mood. Because suddenly, I'm
not.
    Sandy and Ella are
doing the sidestep shuffle together. There's not much room for
anything more expressive. I put my arm around his waist and he
draws me in, my face against his neck. I close my eyes and drink in
the feel and smell of him. He strokes my hair and smooths my ass
with his palm. I open my eyes and catch Nat watching us with an
evil smirk. I give him the evils back, narrowing my eyes and
frowning.
    Jackson moves away and
takes my hand leading me out to the hallway, which is marginally
less crowded and noisy. He turns and starts to lead me up the
stairs. I tense up.
    What the hell is he
thinking?
    I'm not going upstairs
to a stranger’s bedroom. I'd need to be a lot more drunk than this
to even contemplate it.
    “No way, I'm not going
up there...” I protest.
    “I was planning on
resting up on the stairs for a minute, that's all.”
    “Oh, that's okay
then,” I sigh with relief. He's such a nice guy, thinking of my
well being.
    He sits down and
stretches his long legs out and leans sideways on his elbow. I sit
down with him, although it feels more like lying down with him,
actually.
    He brushes my face
with his finger, running it around my lip and over my stud.
    His face draws closer
slowly, and his tongue licks at it. My eyes close as he teases me
gently. His hand pulling me close, cupping my behind. I can feel
his dick, rock hard against me.
    “This is all rather
intense...” I say, reeling with highly aroused pleasure flooding
through me.
    “You think so?” he
murmurs, his lips brushing the side of my mouth.
    “You don't?” I pull
back and look at him, upside and downside, pointedly. He looks
pretty intensely aroused to me.
    “I don't think we've
got anywhere near the intense part yet. We're warming up nicely
though.” I can't help but smile at him, matching his naughty grin.
“Ummm, Kaydee? I'd like to take you out on a dinner date tomorrow,
if you're free?”
    “I'd like that.”
    “Any preference?”
    “Very expensive, but
whatever.”
    “Ha ha... of course.
Anyway, I don't do cheap seduction.”
    He grins again and his
eyes crinkle up with amusement. I grab his head in my hands and
move myself across him, wrapping my leg over his.
    I want to warm up some
more.
    We're not
participating in the party going on around us, preferring to enjoy
our own private one instead. We laze on the stairs, almost
oblivious to the couples traipsing up and down it, squeezing past
and lurching against us, in various states of drunkenness.
    His fingertips sweep
up and down my arm and across my bare shoulder. “I've wanted you
for such a long time. I've been dying to touch you like this,” he
says against my ear, his lips trailing a path of fire as they
navigate my neck. I raise myself up and look down at him. My mouth
is suddenly dry. I come to a rapid decision.
    “Shall we go?” I
suggest. I don't care if I'm being too easy or fast with him. He
knows I'm not that kind of girl normally. And I suddenly need him,
now, desperately. I haven't been with anyone for over a year.
    The long slow
seduction date tomorrow