Disclaimers are still the same as they were in part one.
Part Three
Well, after going through my entire wardrobe three times this morning I realise I have nothing to wear tonight.
I have plenty of clothes, but nothing seems right. I want something different from what I usually wear. I feel like acting a little out of character, like letting my hair down, getting a little crazy and wearing something to match my mood.
Most of all I want to wear something that makes me look sexy as hell. And nothing I have seems to fit that particular bill, so a day of shopping was in order.
I came home, ate and showered now I'm back in my room deciding which of my new clothes to wear, I've already picked the jeans I'm going to wear. They're just tight enough to cling to everywhere they should but still be comfy.
I try on about five different tops before settling on a tight, sleeveless black one with small splits up each side. Very different to anything I usually wear, but that's the point.
Checking the mirror I decide I've accomplished my goal, the jeans are low on my hips so my midriff is making an appearance and there's a serious amount of cleavage thanks to the top. I look good, even if I do say so myself. If I don't get even a slight reaction out of Catherine in this outfit, there truly is no hope, now I best dry my hair.
I finish my hair just as there's a knock on the door. Strangely, I'm not nervous; I'm just looking forward to having some fun.
I open the door and there she is, God she looks sexy. Her pants are a lot like mine, all clingy and low on her hips, only they're not jeans, just black pants. The blue shirt is similar to those she wears to work, only it's tighter, has shorter sleeves and she doesn't have all the buttons fastened, only the three middle ones. Did I say she looks hot?
"Hi, you look gorgeous." Did I just say that out loud? I guess so because she smiles at me.
"Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself."
As she says this her eyes travel down my body, they stop at my exposed midriff and linger for a few seconds, is she checking me out? Well, there's that reaction I was after.
"We ready to go?" She brings her eyes back up to meet mine.
"Yeah, let's."
We walk to the club; it's only ten minutes away after all. I'm surprised there's no awkwardness, but there isn't, she's relaxed and so am I.
Pretty soon were there. We get a drink, and grab a booth at the back of the club, so we can see the whole place. Like me, she gets a beer; I didn't have her down as a beer drinker. I thought wine for sure, or some cocktail.
She looks so sexy holding a beer bottle. Don't know why, she just does. But then I'd say she looked sexy washing dishes.
We chat about everything and nothing and pretty soon were both at that stage, you know were you're just drunk enough, everything seems funny and your confidence is sky-high, but nothings fuzzy yet. I think the tequila shots we drank a while back have something to do with it, and I'll swear she's flirting with me, or maybe I'm flirting with her, hopefully both.
"You know, I was honestly surprised when you said we should go out tonight." She says.
"How come?"
"Don't know, just didn't have you down as the going out type."
"Because I seem so uptight sometimes? Or because I'm so obsessed with work?"
I can tell she's not sure how to answer that. She doesn't want to offend, but she wants to be honest. I figure I'll give her an out, especially since she'd be right if she was thinking either if those.
"Probably both..." I giggle, although I'm not sure why.
"Well…yeah." She laughs with me.
"I was a little surprised myself, but my life has been all about work and nothing else for far too long, it's about time there was something else in it, you know?"
"So you're sick of work?"
"No, not sick of work, just sick of being a workaholic, from now I want to try to have some fun, have a life outside work."
"Well I agree, you should have fun. Everyone should, and speaking of fun, let's dance." She declares.
"Lead the way." I reply.
We make our way to the dance floor it's in the middle of the club in a pit so there are three steps down, some song I don't recognize is playing as we start dancing.
Not together as in bodies touching but there's no mistake we're with each other. A few songs later Catherine decides we need more drinks and I'm left alone while she goes the bar.
I stand at the bottom of the steps and not more than three seconds later some pretty boy comes over trying to chat me up, yeah good luck with that.
"Hey, I'm Michael, how are you?" He would do a lot better of he didn't keep looking over at his friends every three seconds.
"Sara and I'm good thanks."
"So Sara, I've been watching you for a while and was wondering if you'd like to dance?"
"Thanks, but I'm here with a friend, I don't want to leave her alone." Let's hope being nice works.
"Ah, well that's okay because I'm sure one of my friends would be happy to dance with her." Oh, I don't think so.
God I wish Catherine would hurry up back here and rescue me. I look for her in the crowd and see she was on her way back, but she's stopped, she's looking at me and laughing. She thinks this is funny? I'm going to kill her. I shoot her the 'help me' look but this seems to just make her laugh harder.
"So, what do you say?"
"Thanks, but I'm going to have to decline." I look back at Catherine with a pleading look on my face, thankfully she relents and starts walking over, she's still laughing though.
"Come on, it'll be fun."
"I'm already having fun thanks." Why is this guy not taking the hint?
He's about to say something else when a drink appears from over my shoulder. I glance back and see Catherine is standing on the step behind me, so she's tall enough to see over my shoulder.
"Hey, can you talk your friend into dancing with me?" He asks her.
"Sorry, no can do." She says as she slips her arms around my waist and pulls me back into her, one hand resting on my exposed stomach. "She's already taken."
Oh god, I'm in shock, being this close to her is having an immediate affect on me, I can't help leaning back into her. Thankfully I'm half drunk, otherwise I'd be a puddle on the floor right now because she's just started tracing the line where the material of my jeans meets skin, making me tingle. My eyes flicker shut for a second, while I try to fight the wave of arousal the contact is causing and I open them just in time to see Michael realise the situation.
"Oh, erm...well, sorry, I didn't realise, I...Sorry."
He scuttles away to his friends who all look a little dumbfounded, never seen two girls together?
Neither of us bothers to hold in the laughter that follows his exit. The look on his face was damn funny.
We don't bother to move either. I'd be comfortable like this for ever and right now I don't care why she hasn't moved.
"Well, that was fun; the look on his face was priceless." I might try to stop laughing in a second, but I keep remembering his face, which sets me off again. A few minutes later the laughing has all but stopped.
We still haven't moved and I'm becoming aware of how close she is and how good she smells.
"So, I'm wondering, he was good looking, why so quick to dismiss him?"
Her mouth is right by my ear and she had to have felt the shiver that ran through me at her words. I think a little honesty is in order here.
"Well, you're right, he is good looking, he has all the attributes I usually find attractive, but he's missing something very vital."
"Yeah, and what's that?" I lean back a little more resting my head on her shoulder and turn a little so I can see her face; she seems genuinely intrigued about my answer.
"Breasts, I've had enough of men for a while." I don't have time to wonder if this information will bother her because she bursts out laughing again.
"Yeah, they're pretty important, depending on your mood of course."
Did she just say what I think she did? Does she mean she's…no it could mean anything so I'm not even going to think about that now. I make a mental note to quiz her later though.
I notice Michael and his friends waving us over. I don't want to go over because that would require moving but Catherine has noticed them as well.
"You think we should see what they want?"
"Yeah, why not, they seem to have tequila." We start laughing again as she lets go off me, grabs my hand and pulls me in their direction. Oh yeah, this should be fun.
Thanks for reading.
You know I'd love some feedback right?
Sam
