1. The Girl in the Red Dress


    Date: 1/1/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: spuddick, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    She held her glass as if it would break at any moment, dangling at her side, swaying with her hips, her eyes staring at the gold champagne. Every time she sipped it her eyes flitted outward like a security camera. It was almost as if she were afraid someone would see her drink it. When she let the glass fall back, she rotated it so she could drink the next sip from an edge that had not been smudged by her lip gloss. She was always keeping to the edges of the room, tucking her knees together beneath the rim of her fluttering dress. Once, I saw a man approach her with conversation. She looked up from her glass, her dark hair falling in front of her face. She didn't bother to push it away, moving her lips at him quietly before he gave up and returned to the crowd. Now she was adjusting herself, stepping towards the window and brushing her hands across her stomach and hips, smoothing out her dress. Her lips small and chapped below the curls of her hair and the bump of her nose, she sipped again. When she looked up this time, her searching eyes found mine. Her eyes flashed bizarre and blue, a shock beneath her mess of dark brown hair. I smiled a little as she turned quickly away. She faced the window, sipping gently and finishing her drink. I saw her brush the drops of alcohol off her lip. There were her eyes again, prodding the room for information. She was looking for something, someone. I would have said it was a boyfriend if it weren't for how long she had been standing ...
    alone. No, I would say that she was worried about whomever she was looking for. She didn't want them to return. I'm a writer. My curiosity is matched only by scientists and my drive to satiate it is worse than a reporter for the most notorious Hollywood stalker mags. I also happened to have no one better to talk to and was motivated by more than a little loneliness. I swiped another drink from the table and navigated my way through the crowd to find her. "Hello," I said to her. She looked up, her eyes fluttering a little as if surprised to be spoken to. "Hello." "My name is Nick," I said, offering her the drink. "Thank you," she said, accepting it. Her eyes flashed back up at me. "I'm Chloe," she said, as if it were an afterthought. I watched her take another drink, she looked away from me and her eyes flashed at someone else across the room. "You seem nervous," I said. She nodded at me, drinking again. "If you don't mind me asking," I said, stepping in front of her, "who is it you're looking for?" "How did you--never mind, it's obvious isn't it? My father. He's around here… somewhere." "Oh, I see." "Not that I expect him to come back." I was about to walk away. I had the information I was looking for. Her father brought her here and he had left her. She was alone here, that was all. And then the words she was saying made sense to me. She was alone. I was alone. I was company. So I indulged her. "Why don't you expect him to come back?" "Oh, he left with some blonde. Went to the ...
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