Chapter 1: Introduction
Sam was not terribly inclined towards things he didn’t know. But every good rule has its exceptions, and if Brandi was anything, she was certainly exceptional.
She’d started talking to him after he commented on her band t-shirt and what started as a single remark became an hours long, memory encompassing conversation over many drinks. She was everything he’d never experienced with a woman his own age, smart, confident, witty, sharply sarcastic, and convicted in her intentions and interests.
Brandi had a way of speaking that felt like honey sliding down his throat, so smooth and entrancing.
"You know, I've got this thing about guys who wear glasses," Brandi confessed, reaching out to adjust Sam's frames. "They make me think...I don't know," she trailed off, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Like there's something underneath the surface that I want to uncover."
Sam's heart fluttered, his face flushing a deep crimson.
Brandi's fingers lingered on his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. The intensity between them was palpable. Brandi leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper. "Let's go somewhere quieter," she purred seductively. Her lips brushed against his earlobe, causing Sam's pulse to quicken.
The couple excused themselves from the party, leaving behind murmurs of curiosity and envious whispers.
As they talked, they both felt an invisible gravity pulling them towards each other. Drawing them in with each word
spoken. Brandi laughed softly, her eyes dancing with excitement. She shifted slightly in her seat, crossing one leg over the other.
Cassandra felt a moment of dutiful hesitation, the arousal she felt for this young man could get her in trouble. She knew she’d see him again, she bade him goodnight and strolled off to bed.
Sam took a moment to stare at her shapely, tight, ass as she walked away.
He couldn't believe how incredibly attractive she was. He glanced around to make sure no one else was watching him check her out. Then he turned back to his drink and swirled it around in his glass.
He looked at it, half wanting to finish it, but then thinking better of it. Instead, he decided to take a walk outside and clear his head. He needed some fresh air anyhow. And besides, he wanted to enjoy the scenery without anyone else being around.
His mind overcome with thoughts of Cassandra and her experienced, sensual beauty. He slept that night with thoughts of her in his mind and woke up hard enough to cut glass.
With a new day comes new challenges and new opportunities.