I have been looking at her all night. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the room but she had something that I could not resist.
My eyes kept on searching for her, they needed her attention. We spent most of the time apart, I was talking to strangers, and she was laughing with friends. She knew almost everyone in the room. I made sure my glass of wine never abandoned me.
I wasn’t feeling uncomfortable – I don’t mind sitting on my own watching what is going on around me – but, again, I needed and wanted her attention.
And then eventually, she sat next to me. Quite unexpected I have to say.
I looked at her and I looked at her soft breast. I couldn’t really look away from it: she was wearing a dress with a plunging neckline and the bra underneath was shaping beautifully those plenty, enticing boobs.
She looked at me straight in the eyes and said “What is it in your mind?”.. I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer that question. Right at that time and in that situation she was very attractive and my mind was busy dealing with all sorts of thoughts.
I hesitated a bit before answering. I let the music and the people around us filling our silence: someone was looking for another drink, someone else was spilling red wine over the table, a guy was looking for a different cd to play. Some people on one of the corners of the room were laughing. Two young, tipsy, merry women went in the garden to smoke a cigarette.
It had been a good party. Lots of people, lots of food. Our host fed us for the whole night. Since I got there she kept on bringing out from the kitchen an incredible amount of vegetarian dishes, meat, chips and crisps, sauces, cakes. And wine, of course.
When I turned back my head to her, she was still there, still looking at me. She didn’t change position she was staring at me, waiting for an answer. I smiled and tried to play for time, I need a diversionary, I did not want to answer.
I started to feel a bit embarrassed. I knew I had to surrender. She is never the one that gives up first. “Well…” – “.. I was just thinking that I will miss your voice”. Considering the labyrinth of images and words that was going on in my head, that was a very good answer. And that was one of the best lies I ever told in my life too. No, not lies, let’s say half-truths. I will miss her voice – she a good singer- but that was not quite what I was thinking about.
My eyes kept on searching for her, they needed her attention. We spent most of the time apart, I was talking to strangers, and she was laughing with friends. She knew almost everyone in the room. I made sure my glass of wine never abandoned me.
I wasn’t feeling uncomfortable – I don’t mind sitting on my own watching what is going on around me – but, again, I needed and wanted her attention.
And then eventually, she sat next to me. Quite unexpected I have to say.
I looked at her and I looked at her soft breast. I couldn’t really look away from it: she was wearing a dress with a plunging neckline and the bra underneath was shaping beautifully those plenty, enticing boobs.
She looked at me straight in the eyes and said “What is it in your mind?”.. I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer that question. Right at that time and in that situation she was very attractive and my mind was busy dealing with all sorts of thoughts.
I hesitated a bit before answering. I let the music and the people around us filling our silence: someone was looking for another drink, someone else was spilling red wine over the table, a guy was looking for a different cd to play. Some people on one of the corners of the room were laughing. Two young, tipsy, merry women went in the garden to smoke a cigarette.
It had been a good party. Lots of people, lots of food. Our host fed us for the whole night. Since I got there she kept on bringing out from the kitchen an incredible amount of vegetarian dishes, meat, chips and crisps, sauces, cakes. And wine, of course.
When I turned back my head to her, she was still there, still looking at me. She didn’t change position she was staring at me, waiting for an answer. I smiled and tried to play for time, I need a diversionary, I did not want to answer.
I started to feel a bit embarrassed. I knew I had to surrender. She is never the one that gives up first. “Well…” – “.. I was just thinking that I will miss your voice”. Considering the labyrinth of images and words that was going on in my head, that was a very good answer. And that was one of the best lies I ever told in my life too. No, not lies, let’s say half-truths. I will miss her voice – she a good singer- but that was not quite what I was thinking about.
