another night with dimples, pt. 1

what am i going to do with dimples.

:-T

a few posts ago, i told the story of me and dimples -- specifically how dimples, out of the blue, during a bowling night with other co-workers, not only suggested we go hit a local gay club right after we finished bowling but also, once we arrived and began dancing, started coming on to me on the dance floor.

in the couple of weeks since that episode, there seemed to be nothing more to that incident. i was kind of interested in her motivations for coming on to me that night. like, was she just taking advantage of being completely intoxicated to do something that she couldn't do by day, as a straight girl? or was there a little bit something more to the story?

the days passed, and at the office, i noticed that she seemed to be looking my way at the office quite a bit from wherever she was at, at a given moment, and we started hanging out and talking together more. and of course, we have started chronically e-mailing each other, back and forth, in the office, and by the end of the day, the e-mail trail would be forty responses long. and i have to admit that our e-mails got semi-flirty. but it was never anything overt, and we never talked about what happened on the dance floor between us.

at one point, early last week, in the midst of our e-mail exchanges, dimples asked me about my impressions of another male co-worker, a mutual friend -- namely, whether i'd be interested in dating him. this was the second time a co-worker had asked me if i were interested in another male co-worker. i really don't know if it's the same guy who is asking multiple people to talk to me or whether it is two different guys -- but in both cases, my answer was one of these: "i like him as a friend, but i'm not interested in dating him" or "i'm not interested in being set up on a blind date."

during the past week, i made arrangements with another friend of mine at the office -- the one i mentioned in this other post who asked me, on a recent girls' night out, what my "story" is, i.e., what my love life is like -- to hang out on saturday night.

i have to admit that i was curious about dimples and whether she would hit on me again, whether drunk or sober, the next time we went out. this is what prompted me to ask her if she wanted to come hang out with me and my other friend. dimples said she already had plans, but she also invited us to tag along with her group. i asked my other friend if she was down, and she was.

so it was on.

saturday night got off to a rough start for a number of reasons :-P (don't even ask). :-P but by 10 p.m., i had picked up my friend (i think i'll nickname her violet for blogging purposes) and we were on our way to meet dimples at a somewhat swank club downtown.

i'd never been there before, but i enjoyed the scene. it was definitely not your typical sleazy dance club, and a lot of the people were (or tried to be) better dressed than what you'd find at those other clubs. the music did kind of suck for a good chunk of the night. thus, the first couple of hours were spent chilling on some nice white sofas and chit-chatting. but by the time we'd tossed down three or four cocktails (two lemon drops, a cosmo, and one [or maybe it was two??] glasses of some vodka-pineapple juice concoction for me), we were ready to shimmy and dance and move our bodies in time with the loud beats pulsating throughout the danceclub.

i have to kind of mention, too -- not to inflate myself in way (which, if you are a regular reader, you know i'm way too insecure to do ;) ) but to kind of add other elements to this story -- is that i looked pretty damned good.

:)

while we were sitting, drinking, and talking, violet and i started a stream of gabbing while dimples kind of tended to her own crowd. by the time we were ready to start dancing, though, dimples had begun to get physically affectionate with me again. but she was careful. she did not do anything that would have culled attention from violet.

"hmmm," said my inner voice thoughtfully, narrowing its eyes to carefully ponder dimples' actions.

i went to the bar a few times to order drinks for us. during one of my last trips to the bar, dimples accompanied me. she was, of course, totally drunk at that point, as was i, and she slurred her words. nonetheless, while we were waiting for the bartender, she came in to stand close next to me, and i looked at her face. she was wearing her usual cute glasses.

we started chatting some small talk, when all of a sudden, she began giving me this serious look with her dark eyes, and watching me closely, she said:

"i have such a crush on you."

i think i looked at her with drunken incredulity. she went on:

"i really like you. i've liked you for the longest time." she put a hand on my arm.

i leaned in close to her and said:

"i like you, too." and i smiled at her.

we talked some more while waiting at the bar, flirting. i still was not sure whether it was just the alcohol talking or whether she was being totally sincere. but i went along because i do like her and was being as candid as she.

we got our drinks and went back to our sofa area. we drank and talked some more. i convinced violet to come dancing, and then i asked dimples if she wanted to join us. she did.

violet is a straight girl. so when i dance with her, there is always a safe gap between us. with dimples, there is no safe gap. she was kind of all over me again, and yet in a controlled way; she was all-too-aware that violet was there, and she did not seem any more excited than me to show an interest in girls at the time.

violet found some straight guy to dance with her, and she disappeared in the sea of dancing bodies. it was then just me and dimples. she started dirty dancing with me at that point, her hands roving over me familiarly as it had a couple of weeks before. then after a while, as we were dancing, she said:

"i want to make out with you."

i looked at her, watching her, trying to guess her intentions (yes, i can be overly analytical when shit-faced :-T). she repeated herself:

"i wanna make out with you again."

i smiled at her and teased her a bit.

"we actually never really made out before."

"we didn't?"

"no."

we continued dancing. then she said:

"let's go sit down somewhere."

we found another sofa away from where our friends were and slumped there, completed drunk and exhausted. then after she got her breath, she turned to me and began caressing my face.

"i want to kiss you."

her lips roved across my cheek. and i wanted her to -- i wanted her to kiss me, too. i whispered as such in her ear. and then before i knew it, her lips had found mine.

our first kiss.

her lips were soft and sweet, small yet plush, delicate and deliberate. her tongue darted teasingly into my mouth, and i sucked on it gently. she was a great kisser. i soon also discovered that she was a biter, albeit a gentle biter, which gave me a thrill; i like bites.

we kissed for a while, and then we broke apart and just stared at each other. and then out of the blue violet appeared. i wondered if she had seen us making out. but she did not act like anything was amiss. she said she would be leaving with a guy she'd just met. i asked her if she was sure, and she gave me a confident wave of her hand. "of course!" she said with a grin.

dimples' friends had asked me to make sure dimples got home in one piece and had given me her car keys. i was to drive her home in her car, and then just use her car to drive myself home, and then the following morning, i would have to recruit help so that i could get my own car back home from downtown.

no biggie.

when i finally got dimples back to her house, it was only after she had pulled my head to hers for a number of heated kisses whenever we hit any red lights. we kissed each other more passionately and with more abandon than we had back in the club, where we had felt more self-conscious about our surroundings. at those moments as i drove when we were not kissing, i could feel rather than see her staring at my profile while i tried to concentrate on navigating the streets.

"you are so cute," she kept saying over and over. "i have such a crush on you."

when she said such things, i became shy and did not know what to say. i could only look at her. she would only stare at me with eyes that seemed to see nothing but me.

we finally arrived at her house, and i luckily had managed to evade all the cops' check-points. dimples invited me in to her house. i declined, pointing to the late hour (actually it was about 5 a.m. at that point). but she insisted, and i could not refuse. and so i went in.

i made myself comfortable on her couch, and without asking me if i wanted anything to drink, she went and got us some cold beer from the fridge. she popped the tops on both beverages, handed one to me, then sat at a safe distance away from me. then, as if we had never spent parts of the night making out, we started talking rather platonically about a number of random things -- work, co-workers, our families, mccain and palin, politics in general. i started getting into the discussions despite how tired i was; i always enjoy talking about interesting things.

but i noticed that whenever i started getting into long schpeels about stuff, she would begin staring at me with a soft smile on her lips, and her eyes would get a really strange look.

i recognized the look.

it made me feel somewhat . . .

i don't know.

i was affected and moved by her look -- and yet another part of me was kind of cold and stoic about it, too. that look showed me that . . . she could very well, possibly, already be caring a lot for me.

that she could be . . . in love. with me.

. . . . . .

and then it happened. i was making some serious statement about some harmless topic, i don't remember what. but i certainly wasn't making a real sexy comment or being even the remotest bit flirtatious. nonetheless, all of a sudden, dimples got up from her seat and began moving towards me in a purposeful manner. i saw the look in her eye. and then before i knew it, she was pushing me down on my back on the sofa, and we were kissing again, just as passionately as if we had not stopped. but this time, her body was on top of mine, pressing me down with her full weight. and she was laying between my legs, and her hands were already roving and moving beneath my clothes. but her kisses this time were even hungrier and more devouring than before.

i let her take off my top. i was not wearing a bra (seriously, with boobs the size of small navel oranges, i can get away with that!). she placed her hands on them and massaged them. she began to suck on one of my nipples and began giving it small little bites, which soon began to drive me nuts.

it was only when she began trying to get my pants off that i grew nervous. i wasn't sure if i was comfortable going there with her -- as in all the way. plus, i hadn't shaved the pubes in a couple of days and knew there was a good amount of stubble growth down there. and . . . i dunno -- call me naive (as i know jade will!), but when it comes down to it, i cannot hook up, i.e., fuck, someone whom i was not completed infatuated with. as the heart goes, so follows the body.

and i was not in love with her.

so i stopped dimples before she could get my pants off.

"a-are you . . . sure . . . you want to do this?" i asked haltingly.

her hands had fought mine off and continued trying to pull at my pants. her mouth had been skimming my stomach, but she stopped her movements and looked up at me when i said that.

"what's the matter, boo?"

i found the nickname endearing. she has also already given me one other nickname at the office, and both names totally demonstrate how much more ghetto-savvy she is than me. but it was not going to affect my desire to not take things too far.

i stutteringly repeated myself; i have a terrible stutter when i am nervous.

"shut up," she said, assertively taking charge and cutting me off. "and let's go to the bedroom so that you can feel more comfortable."

she got up and took me by the hand, pulling me up off the sofa.

-------end of part one-------

p.s. seriously, this is truly a true story.

p.p.s. and yes, i do promise to provide the second part of it. for now, i'm just trying to decide . . . how best to tell the rest of the story. . . .

:-T