Angel (NSC Industries)

Rolling my eyes at her, I laughed. “Why is it so damn
important that you wear my red dress?” I asked, even though I had an inkling of
why she was so desperate to claim it.

“Because I need sex tonight...desperately, I’m so
bloody horny Liv!” she replied, not noticing the slight giggle I was trying to
hide under my breath. “Mmmm, why is my red dress gonna help you get laid?”

I looked at her, she was stunning…Greek goddess
stunning; blonde hair, blue eyes and a figure to die for with long, long legs,
trim waist and large breasts. “You don’t need any help to get a bloke.”

She turned to look at me, grinning widely “Because I
look goooood in it.”

Frowning and wondering how the hell she already knew
she looked good in it, I took my chance. “Haribos, wine and don’t fucking leave
me alone with Tom tonight and it’s yours.”

Screaming, she flung her arms round me. “You got it
girl, but what’s wrong with Tom? You know he wants you, don’t you think it’s
about time you tried sex, you’re gonna love it!” she said, looking at me under
her eye lashes and giggling.

Rolling my eyes at her again, I turned away, sighing,
“You know why. I want to wait till it’s someone I like, I’m only 18 for god’s
sake, I’m sure I’m not gonna die a dried up old virgin yet!”

It was important to me, just because everyone else
seemed to give it up for any lad that smiled at them. I wasn’t frigid or
against sex and I thought I was a decent-ish looking, petite 5ft 3” curvy, but
slim girl, with long wavy brown hair and huge brown eyes, but I just hadn’t
found a lad that did it for me. I couldn’t remember any male attention that
made me hot and ready.

Sensing Beth’s stare on me I turned back to her. “What?”
I snapped.

“Hey, what you wearing anyway?” she asked, changing
the topic.

“Even if you don’t wanna get nailed you still need to
attract the men” she laughed “just enjoy their attention, it can still make you
feel good girl.”

“Jeans” I deadpanned knowing it would wind her up
terribly.

Noticing the shocked look on her face, I couldn’t hold
in the grin.

God, I loved winding her up. According to Beth, every
girl on campus should look good at all times, even when they’re sound asleep or
sat on the loo.

Bringing her eyebrows together, she looked at me. “No
Fucking way Liv, it’s a Christmas party, you can’t wear jeans and I won’t let
you” she stomped off towards her room.

Walking over to my wardrobe I took a look inside. My
favourite red dress had been claimed, leaving my black, tight lacy dress, which
I had a feeling Tom would see as an invitation to stare at my breasts all
night, or my blue dress.

“Blue it is then” I thought to myself pulling it out,
and giving it a quick whiff to see if it still smelled fresh. “Eugh, maybe
not” I wrinkled my nose, starting to panic I shouted “ANYBODY GOT ANY FEBREZE?”
to the rest of my flat mates.

***

An hour later we approached the block of flats on the
university digs; Beth and Lexi, already half plastered on cheap wine, and me
attempting to pull my clingy blue dress down to try and reach my knees.

“Relax girl” Beth grumbled “what’s up with you
tonight? You sooo need a man.”

Sick of hearing the same thing I glared at her. “For
Fucks sake Beth, leave it! Why don’t you try
NOT
getting screwed for one
night?” I bit back.

She gasped and put her hand to her chest, looking at
Lexi “What did she just say?” she asked her.

Lexi looked at me and snorted “You’ve no fucking hope
Liv, hell hasn’t frozen over yet!”

From out of nowhere a huge lad came barreling over and
scooped lexi up and swung her round. “Babe, I missed you” he grinned, leaning
her over and giving her the sweetest kiss ever.

“Put me down, Pete!” she giggled but the twinkle in
her eyes, gave away how much she was in love with him.

Lexi and Pete had been together for over 3 years and
moved to the same university from the same college. I only met Lexi when I
moved into the student digs on the first day of term but we hit it off together
straight away, both having the same taste in music, films and of course wine.

She’d turned out to be a quiet girl but when she hit
the wine, boy, did she get loud and wild; everybody who knew her groaned and
ran for cover when she got the corkscrew out.

We’d had many a fun, loud drunken night since I
started at uni.

Beth and I however had been best friends since we were
at primary school and always seemed to know what the other was thinking. We
moved from primary to secondary school, then college and university together. I
couldn’t have asked for a greater friend.

We went through hell together when my dad died, both
of us clinging to each other in our grief.

My dad had been a surrogate dad to Beth, when her own
dad had buggered off and left Beth and her mum struggling with all the gambling
debts he left behind.

My dad had bonded with Beth when I brought her home
for tea one day after school and she had treated our house as her own from that
day on.

Pete
carried a giggling Lexi up the stairs to the flat, while me and Beth followed on
behind.

The
music was bouncing through the walls as we climbed, the smell of cigarette
smoke and cannabis permeating the air the moment we entered the pulsing flat.

It
was packed to the rafters, hot and sweaty bodies brushing against each other.
There were a few couples already making out in the corners and two girls
practically having sex on one of the threadbare couches.

I
had a headache approaching as soon as I squeezed myself between the wall and
the mass of people.

Beth
had already gone on the hunt for a willing, testosterone fuelled male and Lexi
and Pete were talking to a group of people in the kitchen.

I
wandered over to the alcohol table, picking up a bottle of lager, and turned to
survey the room.

Taking
a swallow of the cool liquid, I had an odd feeling I was been watched, the
hairs on the nape of my neck stood up, my breathing accelerated and my ears
started pounding.

Looking
around, trying to see through the thick smoke, I could make out a figure across
the room, leaning on the wall, one foot propped up on the wall behind him, with
a bottle to his lips.

It
was hard to see him properly but I had an overwhelming feeling he was staring
at me.

Shivering,
I twisted around to bang straight into a hard, male body. “Feeling me up,
already Liv?” he laughed.

Looking
up into his face I could see he’d had a lot to drink, his face was red and
sweaty, his breath could’ve got a rhino pissed and his eyes were half closed.

“Shit”
I swore under my breath. I tried to prise him away as his arm snaked round my
waist, making a beeline for my breast.

Looking
round desperately for Beth, knowing she’d abandoned me, I scanned the room for
Lexi or Pete, knowing that they were in the kitchen and wouldn’t be of any help
either.

Leering
at me, Tom pressed me up against the wall, smelling my hair and putting his
mouth to my ear. ‘Come on Darling, wearing a dress like that, you’re asking for
a fuck!’ he spat through his teeth.

“Shit,
Fuck, Bugger!” I flustered quietly.

Tom’s
hand had now found my hip and he was grinding his erection into my stomach. “Look,
Tom” I tried, “I think you’re a great bloke but I’m not interested in a
relationship at the moment.” Peering up at him I was starting to freak out a
bit.

“Me
either darling, but you know I wanna have a relationship with your hot pussy!”
he smirked.

Pushing
as hard as I could into his chest, I managed to shove him back and he stumbled,
leaving a tight gap for me to manoeuvre myself out of. I scurried to the
kitchen in search of my friends.

Finding
Lexi, I stayed by her side for a while until I saw that Tom had managed to hit
it off with ‘Slutty Sarah’ from my course.

Breathing
a sigh of relief I went back in the room for another lager, the music was
playing at an alarming volume and the bodies were still swaying to the up-tempo
beat.

That’s
when I felt it again, the sensation of been watched. I viewed the room but
turned exactly to the man staring at me, an eerie knowledge of where to look.

He
was watching me intently, not taking his eyes off me even when he took a long
pull on his bottle.

The
blue smog of the room had cleared a little and my view had now considerably
improved. There was a girl stood at the side of him, jabbering in his ear,
desperately trying to get his attention but he didn’t seem to notice her. I
couldn’t remove my eyes from his.

My
throat restricted, my mouth was suddenly too dry and all my body was covered in
goose pimples. Fuck me! He was an Adonis! He had the most amazing body, full
of muscles and ripples, his face was made from the gods, his head was full of
blonde curls, and his chin was square with a dimple, but his eyes. Oh. My. God.
His eyes were the purest, brightest blue I’d ever seen.

He
pushed himself off the wall, put his beer down and started walking towards me,
slowly making his way through the crowd but never looking away as I gradually
retreated until my back hit the wall.

Sliding
up to me he placed one hand on the wall at the side of my face and enclosed me
entirely in his huge frame.

He
stood gazing at me for a minute or two, just… gazing. His amazing blue eyes
never closed or shifted from mine as he slowly leaned down and brushed his lips
over mine, oh so gently.

He
grinned slightly as I shivered and then came down again. This time the kiss was
more intense, putting his lips over mine and claiming me. His other hand came
up to cup my cheek as his tongue swiped delicately over my bottom lip demanding
for me to open up to him; I did.

As
his tongue entered my mouth and started the playful dance with mine, my core
lit up, shooting straight down into my lower stomach, a dull ache sparking an
immense feeling of lust down into my inner thighs.

It
was such an alien feeling and I was already wishing his hands would slip under
my dress and take care of this goddam throb for me.

My
hands reached up for his hair of their own accord, like I’d got no control over
them. I pulled him closer and could feel his erection throbbing through his
jeans, telling me exactly that he was reacting the same way I was.

His
hands slid behind me, glided down my back and rested on my bottom pulling me
closer to his hard body. My breathing hitched and a small moan escaped my
mouth. He growled low in response and pulled his mouth away from mine.

“Hi”
he said, a sexy slow grin appearing on his face.

“Uhh,
Hi” I whispered, shocked by the way my body had reacted to him.

His
gaze lowered from my eyes to my mouth and then back up. “Nate” he declared
holding out his hand for shaking.

“Liv”
I replied with a slight smile and a handshake of my own.

His
eyebrows lifted slightly as he asked “Do you?”

I
gave him a puzzled look “Do I What?”

Smirking
at me and taking my jaw in his grasp, he brushed his thumb across my bottom lip,
“Live?” he questioned.

Laughing
at his sly smile and twinkling eyes, I placed my hands against his arse and
pulled him back toward me. “Not yet” I sighed.