Chapter 7:

Randy was deep in thought when Eve and I returned to the table. In a daze, his eyes darted to me and then back to his ex. Eve had mentioned to me before that Randy usually didn't drink enough to get drunk, but that night he knocked them back like he had thirst he couldn't quench. He remained quiet, but remained close with his arm draped around my shoulder.

I spent my time talking and laughing with Eve. My blood alcohol level was probably on the verge of being dangerous to my health, but I was having so much fun, but I was concerned about Randy. I think we all were.

"Let's dance." His eyes were not on me, but on the woman who had shunned him as he drug me onto the dance floor. I believe I held him closer than he held me. I had my head on his shoulder and I am sure he was the one who supported most of my weight. I thought I was in complete control of everything I was doing, but then I would say something completely off the wall and then I would laugh uncontrollably.

"You're wasted." He chuckled and he was right, I was gone.

"Maybe." I started to wonder why my grandparents put the drink down. I know it wasn't something that I could do every day, but I saw no harm in it once in a while. I was enjoying myself and I wasn't going overboard, because I already cut myself off after my last.

"Be careful, this kind of partying has been known to lead to too much fun."

"Really? Then why aren't you having any fun? You drank twice as much as me."

"Alcohol only enhances my mood." He darted another hateful glare towards his ex who was making out in the booth with her date. It was a classless display and Randy was angry, so I stuck out my bottom lip as far as I could and when he turned his attention back to me, he stared for a moment. Then he burst into laughter.

"You're not right." He chuckled.

"At least I'm not left." Again I made him laugh. "That's much better." I smiled and put both my arms around his neck. "I like your smile." He was silent, his eyes stared at me a little too intensely and I could tell he was struggling with his thoughts again.

"Let's get out of here," he suggested after another peek over his shoulder made him sigh. "Let's go back to the RV." He followed his invitation with a gentle kiss and drunk or not, I knew what he was signifying. I really liked him. I did. But even in my inebriated state, I could imagine how uncomfortable it would be to work with him if it didn't work out. And avoiding him would never be an option. As much as I hated my decision, it had been made.

"Randy, I don't date my co-workers." We were still dancing very close so we were talking softly in each other's ear.

"I didn't ask you for a date," he countered. "I was suggesting that you let me take you to bed."

"We should just remain friends, but I am ready to go." I cut our dance short and went to the table to retrieve my purse. Randy followed me. "You don't have to take me, Randy. I'm going to call – a cab." I stumbled and slurred my words.

"I'm getting irritated with the entertainment in this place." He groaned and wrinkled his nose at another karaoke special by Jillian.

I was too tired to argue with him and having him by my side turned out to be a good idea because Randy had given the driver the night off and I had no clue, nor did I have a key to unlock it.

Walking was difficult and climbing the three steps onto the bus was a challenge and Randy I laughed the entire time as we both tried. We fell all over each other once inside the tight quarters and that made us hysterical.

He made it to the bedroom and his large bed and collapsed.

"The room is spinning. I just remembered why I don't drink this much."

I still stumbled around. I felt like I was marching every time I took a step and it was hot. Really, really hot. I just wanted to put on my shorts and lie down, but for some reason I stepped out of my jeans in front of Randy. I was standing just outside his door and I turned to go into the bathroom to get the shorts I had left on the sink. But Randy caught my waist and pulled me down.

Suddenly, I didn't feel like as drunk. I mean I knew I wasn't completely normal, but I for some reason I couldn't' think of any reason why I shouldn't lay there with him beside me, half leaning over me with his tongue in my mouth. His hand moved under my shirt and his touch sent chills through my body. He moved his kisses to my neck and I moaned. I loved the way he made me feel, but I had a new worry.

"You don't want to sleep with me, Randy." I whispered.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because I couldn't please you."

"You really haven't done this before, have you." He never stopped. He continued his foreplay and spoke between the soft kisses he delivered to my cleavage.

"No." He moaned.

"Now, I have to have you."

Soon, his kisses were harder and more passionate. His fingertips slipped down the front of my panties and toyed with the most sensitive part of my womanhood. I felt an instant rush of pleasure and he stared into my eyes as he made me squirm and arch my back. His flicks became quicker, his kisses even more intense.

I returned his every kiss. I touched my lips to his neck and laid my hand on his hard pecks. I was enjoying myself so much; that I convinced myself that making out with him would do no harm. We weren't' technically having sex.

He continued to play with me, moving his fingers in and out. I know I moaned loudly and he covered my lips every time I did and then, without the warning I was expecting, he was inside of me. In a one quick movement he had replaced his fingers with his instrument.
The piercing pain I felt was a complete shock, it had interrupted my intense state of ecstasy so suddenly that I momentarily lost my breath. The deeper inside of me he pushed himself the more pain I felt. I held onto him tight and bit my lip.

His moans grew louder but I know he had to notice how tense I was because his slowed his pace. He gently moved his hips and kissed my lips softly. Thankfully, the pain subsided and I began to feel the immense pleasure that he had felt from the beginning of our love making. I relaxed and let my own moans escape.

I ran my fingers up and down his back; I kissed his neck, his chest and his lips.

"It's been so long since someone touched me like that." he whispered. His pace quickened and he reached down and used his fingers to toy with me again while he still thrusted inside of me and I found myself hoping that Eve and John hadn't returned because I could not contain the noise that I omitted.

"Do you like kids?" he whispered in my ear. I stared at him. What was he getting at? He pulled me even closer and moaned before collapsing on me. But his words hung in my mind. Why did he ask me that while we were making love?