A David Gandy FanFiction: Blue Midnight.

Chapter One

I sat on my bed as I blankly stared at the white Word document screen of my MacBook Pro. Nothing came to mind when it came to writing my English language essay, except for a certain naked Adonis so sensually and beautifully photographed of which I had looked up on Google earlier in the day.

The picture of him arising from the blue lagoon onto the boat was simply mind-blowing the first time I briefly saw it on Lenna's lock screen. The trickles of water oozing down his slender yet muscular body as well as the mysterious blue eyes was captivating.

I couldn't take it anymore, the thought of him made my heart flutter and I could feel my sex getting aroused.

As I was already in minimal clothing, only wearing a plain crème coloured tank top and pink frilly knickers, my hand swiftly travelled down to my underwear. All I could feel was honeyed wetness seeping through the soft material. My cold fingertips made me squirm slightly with sweet delight, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt the urge to thrust my index and middle fingers inside me, but I wanted to take things slow and just enjoy the moment. My left hand crept up inside my top and gently cupped my full yet perky breast. The feeling of my finger torturously circling my nipple made my back arch. I could feel myself get more and more sensitive as I was reaching a climax. My heart was beating faster at the thought of him. I couldn't take it anymore… I thrust my fingers in as hard and fast as I could.

And then I came… that final sensation of sweet release.

I lay on my bed staring at the wall trying to calm my racing heart. I couldn't help thinking what it would actually be like with him. But it'll be nothing but a dream. Or so I thought.

The next day

I stared at my mediocre reflection in the mirror. My eyes were dark brown; boring and sombre as ever, my hair was dull black, and my skin was brown. I hated being brown. People called me an indian wherever I went and I hated that stereotype. I despised being classified. If you think about it, I'm not even indian for Christ sake! Ok… I see their point, but being a mix of Sri Lankan and Mauritian heritage does not equal me being indian. Come on people! Learn your geography! Oh well, me being self-racist and self loathing doesn't help. I despise everything about myself, especially my body. Why couldn't I have a slender body? I was curvy and I wasn't exactly fat but whatever I did to lose weight never helped. I exercise 4 times a week, I diet, I even went on a Weight Watchers program! Sure, I lost about 5 kg in the space of 2 months… but I got depressed every time I went to one of their meetings. Whenever I went, it was full of the same obese middle-aged women who let themselves go when they got married. Did I really want to be part of a gloomy, menopausal community? I certainly think not.

'Finally 18!' I thought to myself… But why do I feel no change though now a year older? I was determined to do something great for myself this year. I just had to change.

The constant buzz of my phone interrupted my train of thought. I strolled to my desk and answered the call.

''Hey, mutton roll''.

''Oh, shut up, curry face.'' The familiar voice said teasingly. Lenna was my source of entertainment and distraction. She was the closest friend I had ever had in these 18 years of my life. She was my soul mate. We just clicked when we met; we had almost the same everything from dry humour to same tastein men. Strange to think we had only been friends since the start of college a year ago though. But it was impossible not to love her in a non- lesbianny kind of way. Mind you, if she or I were a guy, I'd marry her.

''So, what do you want?'' I said sardonically.

'' Well, seen that today's your birthday, and it's a Saturday, lets go out and boogie!''

''Did you just say 'Boogie'?''

''Yes, I did ok?! Now, Pedobear Jesus got me a fake ID and since you're already 18 now, we'll be fine. We're going somewhere pretty special tonight. ''

''Pretty special? Ermmm… you sure about this? What's it called?'' I asked suspiciously.

'' Fine, I know you're going to be persistent so I'll give you a clue. The bar's name is 'Candle' in French and it's where the posh-ass private school you used to go to is.''

''OH MY JESUS! We're going to BOUJIS?''

''Yes. Only the best for you, my darling. Now, get ready and make yourself look pretty. We might hit a few celebs there tonight. I'll pick you up at nine. Don't worry, your parents are fine with it. I've already asked them. Ta-ra.''

And before I could answer, she hung up on me. I couldn't believe it. Boujis is a fancy club renowned for its celebrity guests in central London. It's expensive, but it wouldn't hurt to go there once either. Who knows, might meet a few hotties.

The doorbell rings at precisely 9 pm. I scurry to the door, trying to get my heels on at the same time, and find Lenna at my doorstep all prepped up for tonight.

''Wow'' we say simultaneously.

She just looked stunning, her brown locks were softly curled, her delicately eye shadowed eyes emphasized her greeny-hazel eyes and her red lips were provocative. Any man would want her, as she looked so desirable in that slim fitting red dress, exposing her slender legs with her Louboutin's on.

''Well someone brushed up nicely'', I said playfully.

''Not as much as you though. You look glamourous. Very seductive. Wink wink.'' She teased perversely.

''I don't see how. Let me go get my coat, and off we go to the realm of fancy partying.''

As the black cab pulled up by the club, I paid the taxi driver and carefully got out in my ridiculously high Jimmy Choo platform heels, making sure I didn't buckle and look like a total idiot.

My thoughts became frantic and my heart raced when we got to the door. I was scared we would get turned down and look like loons getting rejected by the bouncer, but without any hesitation, he let us through with a wink and a smile on his face. I was shell-shocked. I couldn't believe that we actually got in! I glanced towards Lenna and saw she was grinning at me with satisfaction. I couldn't help but smile back as we made our way through to the bar as if we knew what we were doing.

'' Two margaritas please'' I said unhesitantly to the handsome barman who was checking us out.

'' Where did that confidence come from, Aish?'' Lenna mused.

'' Well, I do have some experiences in drinking. And I fancied a margarita. Problem? If not, shut up and admire the environment.'' I winked.

'' Hmm... I wonder if we'll get lucky'' She mumbled.

As the drinks arrived, I handed her one and took the other for myself and said '' Well, birthday girl isn't too worried about that. You look like a sex goddess. Anyone would tap that''.

'' You really are becoming a prude. Look at yourself. You're beautiful in that gorgeous black dress. Your boobs are just to die for. Very flattering indeed. And that guy over there cant stop staring at you from the minute we stepped in here… WAIT. Isn't that…?''

I glanced towards what she was staring at in disbelief, and now I could see what she was on about… it was him… the Adonis I masturbated to yesterday. The man I thought who was just a dream; David Gandy. He was smiling straight at me with his perfect set of white teeth. He was even more beautiful in person. Enchanting even. He mumbled something to the guy next to him and they both made their way to us…