3 comments/ 36902 views/ 21 favorites Embrace Me Ch. 01 By: MissLovelyHeart Tapping her fingers along her bedpost, Olivia watched Gaby, her best friend and roommate, go back and forth between their bedrooms and pull clothes from their closets. She was relieved when Gaby took charge of the plans for Olivia's birthday as she had no clue what to do for herself. For Olivia's 20th, Gaby thought it would be fun to have a night of club-hopping. Olivia trusted her to pick the clubs to go to because not only did Gaby know her favorites, she knew which clubs played which type of music. She had decided that they would pick three clubs and spend some time at each. Along with planning the night, Gaby also dressed her up. She put Olivia in a tiny black and red tube dress that flared slightly from her waist. Luckily the dress had a built in bra for her 34B chest, because she couldn't wear a regular one without the straps showing. With the dress she wore black over-the-knee stockings and red pumps that gave her 5'3" figure a few more inches of height. Olivia didn't wear heels too often so she had to practice walking in the pumps to get used to them. To finish her look, they curled Olivia's black tresses to give them volume with her straight bangs pinned back, painted her lips a deep red, and winged her eyes with black liner. "Well, I certainly look different," Olivia told her once they were finished. Olivia usually went clubbing in short shorts and a tank top with sneakers for comfort while dancing. She knew at the end of the night that her feet would ache terribly and she and Gaby would both be walking back to Gaby's car barefoot. "Different? No, you look hot," Gaby told her. Gaby was dressed in white lace shorts and a purple crop top. She had on white wedges that turned her from 5'6" to 5'9". Her caramel brown hair was loose and wavy with a waterfall braid going around the back. Her white shorts looked good against her tan skin and large, but not fat, butt. She always claimed she got her curvy figure from her Hispanic genes, but Olivia knew it was because Gaby worked out three times a week. She was jealous of Gaby's figure, but Olivia's slender form wasn't bad to look at. She may have been small, but her hips did have noticeable curve and enough guys grabbed her butt, letting her know that working out with her friend also paid off even if the results weren't as grand. "I can guarantee that tons of guys are going to be hitting on you; we may have to fight them off," Gaby laughed as she put her phone, wallet, and lipstick in her small clutch. "You make that sound like a good thing. Maybe a few cute guys wouldn't be too bad to dance with, but I really doubt I'll get that much attention. Besides, that would be annoying wouldn't it?" Olivia sat down on her bed as the pumps were already starting to cause pain. "Let's just go." Gaby told her as she pulled her from the bedroom so they could leave the apartment. "I know a DJ at the first club and he put us on the list so we can be in the VIP line, but we have to get there before 10." *** The first club Olivia had ever been to when she turned 18 was the same club they were hitting first tonight. Called Le Marc, it played nothing but EDM, had go-go dancers in skimpy bathing suits and fishnets, and a rotating floor. Olivia loved that the dance floor moved, even if it was slow. A person could get on it but halfway through a song realize they're at the other side of the club. The only lights in the club came from the raised stage where the DJ played surrounded by five screens playing trippy imagery to the music. Beside the DJ were two go-go dancers in white bathing suits with black bras underneath, white go-go boots, and neon green fishnets. Olivia noticed that tonight the dancers' lips and eyelashes glowed under the black-lights above them. With no time to people watch Gaby pulled Olivia right into the middle of the dance floor. She was surprised that she wasn't in pain from dancing in heels, just from standing in them, and that made her enjoy dancing in them even more. The beat around them could be physically felt due to the speakers being so close to the people. Olivia could feel her whole body vibrating to the bass. Smoke from cigars, cigarettes, and fog machines blended together and filled any space that wasn't taken up by a body. People pressed against them obnoxiously but the two girls ignored it as they danced together. "Happy birthday!" Gaby yelled. After an hour of dancing, Olivia pulled them both to the side where the floor was stationary and tables lined the wall. "My throat is really dry," she shouted over the music. Gaby nodded in agreement. "I'll go get us water, but first I'm going to go talk to the DJ." Off she went into the crowd, leaving Olivia by herself. Olivia leaned against the railing surrounding the dance floor and looked at the people in the club. She could tell that a good percentage of the people were likely high on drugs and enjoying the light shows given to them by people wearing gloves with LED lights attached to the fingertips. Other people were visibly drunk as they tripped over themselves while dancing. She laughed over this, though she knew that when she turned 21 she'd probably look the same. Looking over more people, her eyes stopped on a man who looked out of place. Usually just the girls in clubs dressed up, wearing dresses and heels, and the men stuck to jeans and tee shirts. But this man wore a semi-casual button-up shirt with expensive-looking jeans. He was leaning against the half-wall that separated the regular tables from the VIP section. He was sipping on a drink while he watched the dancers just as she was before, but he had a look of disinterest on his face, which made Olivia curious. She wanted to go talk to him, but she was a shy person when it came to strangers. Clubbing seemed to give her extra confidence, but she still had to talk herself into doing daring things like initiating a conversation with someone she had never seen before. After counting to three in her head at least five times, she finally made her way through the crowd, hoping the man wouldn't disappear. She got stuck a few times as dancers pressed against her, but she got through and was relieved to see that the man was still there. As she approached, she could tell that he was Asian and unusually tall. Even in her heels her chin just barely reached his shoulders. He also looked older by some years. She guessed and put him at 26. But she could tell that he was definitely handsome. Mildly tan with dark brown hair that wasn't too long, but not cut short either, giving him a boyish look that worked for him despite his age. Before her nerves got to her and made her back down, she placed a hand on his shoulder for balance, reached up, and leaned close to his ear so he could hear her. "H-hi." When she pulled away he just gave her a small smile and a wave. Not letting his gesture shoot her down just yet, she reached up again. "I was wondering ; would you dance with me?" This time when she pulled back, he leaned down and spoke to her. "I'm not much of a dancer." Olivia shrugged and gave him an innocent smile before reaching up for a third time. "Well, then can I just stand here while I wait for my friend?" The man shrugged and gestured toward the spot next to him. "So, I didn't know people who don't dance still fancied dance clubs," She said to him, trying to be nonchalant. For a while he didn't say anything so she thought he was ignoring her, but then she felt him move closer to her. "I guess you could say I'm chaperoning." Chaperoning? Was he being serious right now? He did look he had no other reason to be at there, but Olivia also felt like he was being sarcastic. She scanned the crowd like she had before and tried to find just who or what his eyes were focused on, but the heads bobbing back and forth were too crammed together. Maybe he had a girlfriend that didn't like to go without him. Olivia said nothing, but she could feel that last thought running through the back of her mind. "Are you a regular here?" He was back at her ear again, a hand resting on her upper arm as if leaning down put him off balance. The ridiculous possibility made Olivia smile, but she then realized he had asked her a question. Did this mean that he was actually interested in their conversation? Surely if he wanted to brush her off he wouldn't have contributed. She had thought he was disinterested not a moment ago. "Not really. I come out when I can, but usually I don't feel like it." "So tonight you just felt like it?" "Why not? Tonight's my birthday." After her confession, she felt him pull away, but before she could frown he was in front of her and taking her hand. "What are you doing?" she almost squeaked. "I can't deny a birthday girl her wish to dance." He led her back onto the floor where there was barely enough room for two people. His hand felt warm and his grip was firm, but as soon as they found the spot to dance he let go of her. For a few songs they danced with each other, but they were still dancing separately. Honestly, Olivia felt a little awkward. She wanted to dance with him, not next to him. She wanted to take him by the shoulders and press herself against him, but that was where her confidence ended and her shyness returned. Besides, she wasn't sure if he'd even like that. She was trying to convince herself that he wasn't just dancing with her because it was her birthday and she had asked him to, but because he wanted to. Though, whenever she looked up at him he seemed to be watching her with focus, so she wasn't sure what to think. So while Olivia worked her feminine moves, the man mostly swayed and nodded his head to the beat. Maybe he didn't enjoy dancing because he clearly didn't know how. The thought made her smile and giggle, provoking a sideways glance from the handsome man before her. The current song suddenly stopped and was replaced by another. Olivia stopped dancing and looked towards the DJ as she heard the familiar beat. She saw Gaby standing on the stage with the DJ, talking to him. Now that she thought about it, Gaby had been gone for awhile. But once she heard the song, she knew why: Gaby had requested the DJ to play Olivia's favorite song. It was a Korean rap song called Mental Breakdown and most people in the U.S. didn't know about it because Korean music was still only a sub-genre to English speakers. People would constantly ask Olivia if she even understood Korean, but the answer was no. She didn't need to understand the lyrics to enjoy the music. Gone were her upbeat, giddy moves as she was overcome with the same feeling that always accompanied this song: Sensuality. The beat of the bass urged her to move her hips provocatively and run her hands along her stomach and thighs. She would send tiny glances towards the man and she found that he had stopped dancing and his full attention was on her now. She was trying to decide if he was enjoying the show or was repulsed by her sudden change, but other guys around her started to watch with the same intensity, so she was pretty sure he liked how she was dancing. She was pleased. As Olivia slowly turned her back to him while rolling her body, she felt hands on her hips as she was pulled back against someone. She looked up and saw that it was the man. She didn't need to ask questions; she just went along with it. If anything, she was glad that he made the move because she didn't think she'd have it in her to do so herself. The song was very bass-heavy and perfect for grinding and dancing on another person. She placed her hands on his and went to lead him, but was intrigued to see that she didn't need to. Most guys couldn't tell the difference between grinding and sporadic dry-humping so she had to be the lead when they danced. This man knew what he was doing and matched the rhythm of the song with his hips pressed against hers. This gave her a little extra courage and she took one of his hands and slowly moved it up towards her chest, but she stopped short on her ribs. He took the hint and finished the journey, gently but firmly massaging her right breast over her dress. She felt bold and dirty at once, having a stranger grope her in a public place, but she wanted him to keep doing it. Was she really allowing a stranger to grope her in public? Even when she danced with strangers in the past, she kept them from fondling her because she never had intentions of bringing a boy home or leaving with someone other than Gaby or whomever else. As he massaged her, she sucked in a breath and lean her head back against his chest. Slowly she could feel her body starting to tingle, beginning at her right nipple where his fingers caressed it over her dress. She imagined what it would have felt like if her dress wasn't in the way, what if would be like if she felt his skin on hers. She wanted to know how it would feel for him to pinch her nipple between his fingers. Olivia rolled her body against his and reached an arm behind her to hold onto his shoulder. The hand on her chest slowly moved up her raised arm with a feather light touch that made her shiver as his fingers grazed the inside of her upper arm, goose bumps following his fingers' path. He moved his other hand, grasped hold of her left thigh, and squeezed firmly. She flinched a little at the ticklish move; he must have thought she didn't want him to touch her there because he quickly jerked his hand away. Unhappy about this, Olivia moved his hand back and even gave it a quick squeeze to get her consent across, a move that did not go unnoticed, as he promptly pulled her to him even tighter. She tried to will him with her mind to raise his hand higher towards the apex of her thighs, but she couldn't bring herself to move his hand up. Olivia was becoming more wet with every moment that his fingers traced spirals her thigh, reaching the hem of her dress before going back down. She wanted to groan with the frustration this man was causing her. Was he doing this on purpose? She was beginning to think he was cruel for teasing her so she made sure she grind her ass against his hips more firmly. She immediately felt a bulge press against her before he turned her around. Now she could feel his hard on poking her abdomen and she bit her lip. Thoughts of the things he could do with that hard on in private flooded her mind. She tried her best to rid her imagination of the many positions she'd want to try with the cock she felt beneath his jeans, but with a hand holding her by her ass and another on her lower back, he was watching her and Olivia felt small under his stare. This was completely different from the attention he had given her when she first approached him. She wasn't sure what was going through his mind and she really didn't care. Right now as she stared at his mouth she just wanted to kiss him. Again, she had to build up the nerve to be so bold and repeatedly counted to three in her head before she thought "Fuck it." She lifted on her toes and just did it. She pressed her lips against his. His lips were soft, but firm. The moment she kissed him he took charge as if he was waiting for her to do it and he ravished her mouth with his own. His tongue past her lips and she welcomed him. The hand on her lower back moved to her hair and gripped her neck while he kissed her with a fierceness that made her shiver. Was he actually kissing her back? Oh, yes. She pressed herself against him even more tightly and bit his bottom lip teasingly. This made him kiss her more passionately, causing him to gently push his hips into hers and they both soon forgot about dancing to the music at all. They stood on the dance floor kissing each other aggressively. He squeezed her ass and she gasped into his mouth, holding onto him tighter. In the background Olivia could hear a guy hollering and hooting in their direction.. "Look at these fuckers! Sweetheart, wanna kiss me too?" She ignored him. He didn't matter to her. She still felt like this wasn't really happening, but the man's body against hers certainly felt real. And that bulge... A vibration against Olivia's breast where she kept her cell phone hidden in her dress jolted her to end the kiss reluctantly. Looking at the phone screen she saw a text from Gaby, saying "Enough sucking face, Liv. We've been here awhile so meet me at the exit." Olivia looked up at the man with a pout. "I have to go," she shouted over the music. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want this man to disappear after how strongly her body reacted to him. If only she could ditch the rest of the night and just take him home... He took her phone and she watched him put a phone number in her contacts. "I'm Nathan," he told her, almost kissing her ear lobe because his mouth was so close to her ear. His breath on her skin made her shiver for a second time. Another text from Gaby pushed Olivia to leave the dance floor with Nathan left behind. Gaby gave her a scolding look for not coming faster, but didn't say anything as she escorted her friend out and to the next club on her list. That night Olivia danced with a few other guys. They were what she was used to: tee shirts, sporadic dry humping, cocky attitudes, and all drenched in the smell of a popular body spray. She danced with them out of boredom just to pass time when Gaby found guys she was into, but her mind kept going back to the tall Asian man from Le Marc. She bit her bottom lip every time she thought about their kiss. Of course a few of the other guys tried to grab her, but she'd quickly slap their hands away and end the dance. At the end of the night when she and Gaby were back home, her whole body felt sore and exhausted from all the excitement. When she sat on the couch in their living room she took off her pumps and stockings. She stretched her toes and sighed as a sweet ache surged through her feet, the same ache every girl got when they took their heels off at the end of the night. "So, that guy from before was cute," Gaby said as she made herself a bowl of cereal. She was still in her wedges, but she was beyond used to wearing them. "Which guy? The one with the snapback hat or the one with the YOLO shirt? Because I'm already regretting giving those guys my time." Olivia turned to rest her legs on the couch and leaned her head back against the arm. Gaby picked up her feet and sat down, setting them on her lap. "No, that first guy. The Chinese one." "We don't know he was Chinese, you racist." She was being truthful: the man could have been of any ethnicity, her tone wasn't a harsh one, but the rebuke was clear. "The point is he was sexy and I thought he was going to fuck you there on the dance floor." "Gaby! What the hell?" But Olivia had a smile on her face. Her friend had always been blunt. "Yeah, I was into him... I guess..." Gaby raised her eyebrows, a silent call on Olivia's subtlety. "Name's Nathan. He gave me his number," She finally admitted. Instead of prompting her to text him or call him, Gaby just winked at her and finished her cereal. *** A while later, in bed, Olivia held her cell phone in her hand and stared at the new contact. Should she text him? It was obviously too late to call him. Maybe she shouldn't contact him at all. Maybe he gave her his number on a whim, but didn't fully intend for her to use it. She click on the message button next to the number and typed a simple message. Then she erased it and typed again. She did this a few times, wondering what would be appropriate. Eventually she became tired, went with simplicity, and finally hit send. "Olivia". Embrace Me Ch. 02 Buzzing alerted Olivia that her phone was receiving a call, but she was unable to answer as she entered an order into one of the computers near the kitchen. The smell of seafood floated to her nose and made her stomach grumble. The restaurant had low lighting for ambiance, but that didn't bother Olivia because most of her tables were outside on the patio anyway. Pictures of scuba divers and deep sea adventures lined the walls along with paintings of mermaids that reminded her more of Sirens, and fish nets and hooks hung from the ceiling. The place was a little cheesy, but she enjoyed working there and the uniform, white shorts and a black tee shirt with Angel's Fish written on the chest, was comfortable. Not to mention, she worked there with Gaby so she had someone to keep her company. "Olivia, you've been sat," a coworker announced as Olivia poked her head around the corner of the hall that led from the kitchen to where the customers enjoyed their food . As she nodded, she could hear the clang of a bartender dropping a glass and giggled, wondering if she could properly guess who it was. "Which table and how many people?" As she finished entering the orders for another table, she went to grab menus from a cabinet. "Just a man at table 43. He said he was by himself." With that, the coworker walked away to take care of his own customers. Olivia took a menu and headed outside toward the table where a man sat with his back toward her. "Hello, my name is Olivia," she greeted as she came into view, "and I'll be taking care of you this morning." The man looked up at her. He was older, maybe his early thirties. Blonde hair, neatly trimmed, not too short, and blue eyes that squinted as he smiled. "Nice to meet you, Olivia, I'm Spencer." His eyes roamed down her body, but quickly made their way back to her face before he smiled again, this time wider. She stopped herself from rolling her eyes at him. She had come to realize that men her own age actually had more respect for her than older men did, but unfortunately older men were her usual customers. She laid the menu down in front of him and, after getting his drink order, she suggested some of her "favorite" dishes. She recited the same list with every table, unless she had regulars who knew what they wanted. He flipped through the menu with leisure, taking his time as he scanned the many items. It annoyed her because as he did this he would occasionally steal a glance at her, but she was sure that he thought he was being slick about it. "What did you say you enjoyed most?" His voice was soft and his expression was kind, making her forgive him for being slow to decide, but he still made her feel slightly uncomfortable. "The Caesar salad with grilled shrimp on top is really yummy, I like to eat it when I get off." Spencer smirked at that, but Olivia wasn't sure why. "Okay, I'll take that, but have the shrimp blackened, please." Retrieving the menu, she headed back toward the computer she used earlier. Her phone buzzed again, but shorter this time. Text message. Making sure no one was looking, she pulled her phone out to glance at the name and her eyes widened. Nathan, the man from the club, had messaged her. The missed call also read his name. Her curiosity was piqued so she quickly made her way to the bathroom where she could use her phone without getting caught. "Hello Olivia," the message read, "This is Nathan. You might not remember me because we met briefly. I tried to call you, but I assume you're busy. I was wondering if you had time for coffee later this afternoon." Her cheeks quickly heated with a blush and she had to contain her excitement. It had been almost a week since she met him and had been very close to forgetting about him; she had already assumed he would forget about her. She wanted to reply immediately but she was afraid to come off as desperate. Instead, she put her phone back in her apron, and walked back to the computer to enter the food for the man outside. While she waited for the food for her previous table to be ready, Olivia heard another clang from the bar followed by the sound of her friend cursing. She headed toward the noise to see Gaby kneeling behind the bar, picking up broken glass. "Twice in one day?" Olivia asked, leaning against the door with a grin. "Hey, Jessica broke the other one," Gaby pointed a finger at a red head flirting with a customer on the other side of the bar. Jessica gave Gaby the slightest shrug before returning to dazzle the customer before her with the sight of her cleavage as she leaned forward on the bar. Olivia was actually jealous because she knew Jessica always left with bigger tips. Unfortunately, she didn't have a body as curvaceous as Jessica's. "Gaby, you know Jeff is going to kill you if you break anything else," Olivia peeked the around the corner back toward the kitchen to check if her tables' food was ready yet. "It's not my fault that our managers buy the cheapest quality glasses. Maybe if we had something sturdier...." Gaby threw away the remaining pieces of glass before wiping her hands on her shirt. "Or you could stop dropping things," Olivia yelled over her shoulder as she headed toward the food placed on the counter where servers normally wait. They had made both of her tables' food at once, so she had to be really quick to let nothing get cold. Rushing the food outside, she used an empty table to set the trays down as she placed the first table's food down and checked on her customers. It was just an old couple that didn't need much looking after now that they had their food. As she brought the remaining food to the man, Spencer, he looked at her with that same smile. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, and placed a hand on her back as she set his food in front of him, making her flinch a little. As politely as she could she removed herself from his reach. "Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked him, no longer wanting to be near him. She was technically supposed to let a manager know if a customer touched her, but honestly would have felt bad if she had gotten someone kicked out. She would have felt even worse if that "busted" customer wanted to yell at her for it, so unless she felt really violated, she let it go. Being touched didn't even happen often, anyway,. *** After her shift ended,Olivia walked toward the small café in downtown Tampa feeling very anxious. She had responded to Nathan as soon as her tables were empty and they agreed on a time and place. Once she was out of work she drove home to change into casual jean shorts and a white chiffon blouse with a Peter Pan collar. On her feet she wore simple black ballet flats. She brushed out her hair until it sat, soft and shining, on her shoulder. She added a light pink balm to her lips. She could see him waiting for her in front of the café and wondered if she was late, but a glance at her phone told her she was perfectly on time. He was leaning against the window with his hands in his pocket, reminding her of when she first saw him, but this time he was in a business suit with the tie loose and his jacket hanging on his arm. What did he do that needed a suit? His hair was also combed back into a professional style. When he noticed she was there he turned to grin at her. She blushed again and found herself staring at their feet once she got close. "It's nice to see you in the light," he told her which made her look up at him, an eyebrow raised. "Oh, I meant it's nice to see you more clearly. You look lovely," He ran a hand through his hair, clearly nervous but less than her. She smiled shyly at him which seemed to calm him. "It's nice to see you, too," She told him. Nathan opened the door to the café and stepped aside so that she could enter first, waving a hand inside. She walked in, but quickly turned to face him. She wasn't sure what to say. Just a week ago she had met this stranger and let him fondle her while they made out, but now in the light of day, she couldn't get herself to speak. "What kind of coffee do you like?" He asked her as they stepped into the short line leading to the counter. "Oh, I like anything that's really sweet. Maybe a lot of chocolate," She looked toward the menu sitting on the wall behind the counter for a drink describing her taste. "My younger brother enjoys his coffee the same way," Nathan told her, also looking at the menu. "You have a younger brother?" She turned her head toward him, but kept her body forward. "Yes, he just turned 18." "Oh, very nice." "You should thank him," Suddenly Nathan's voice was close to her ear, just as it had been that night. "W-why?" "May I take your order?" A female barista asked, interrupting their conversation. Olivia told the woman what she wanted while taking her wallet out of her purse, but Nathan had already handed a card to her and ordered his own drink. "I'll pay for them both." Olivia immediately felt bad.She had never been able to easily accept another person paying for her, not to mention when she could easily pay for herself. She tried to protest, but he wouldn't let her. Once they had their drinks, they found a small table in the corner far from everyone else. "Now, why should I thank your brother?" She crossed her legs and leaned forward, placing her forearms on the table. "For his birthday he wanted to party with friends, but my mother is very nervous about that kind of thing. I tried to convince her to let him go, but she said she would let him only if I went, too." "You must love your brother a lot, because you did not look like you were enjoying yourself." She took a sip of her drink, remembering how he tried to brush her off then. Nathan leaned back in his chair and shrugged. "Yeah, I wasn't. Then I met this girl who wouldn't leave me alone." Olivia blushed and felt guilty, ready to apologize when he continued speaking. "But that's okay. I found you quite enjoyable to be around. If you hadn't shown up I think I would have dragged Luke home sooner." "Luke is your brother?" She inquired. He nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't contact you sooner. I have been very busy at work this week," He held his drink in both hands, but watched her carefully. "What do you do?" "I work in graphic design. This week it seemed like every client was going crazy, but we made it work. What about you?" "I'm a server when I'm not in class." This seemed to catch his interest because he leaned toward her, his fingers just barely brushing against hers. She wondered if that was intentional, but told herself it meant nothing. "I'm majoring in astronomy with a minor in American Sign Language," she continued. "I'm impressed, your academic career sounds quite challenging." He leaned back again and chuckled. "I never even imagined majoring in science when I was in college." He made her wonder about his age again, in the club she could only guess. But how does a person go about asking someone's age without being offensive? "I have a question..." "Yes?" He raised an eyebrow and waited for her to continue. "May I ask how old you are?" He chuckled again, "I don't see why not. I'm 30." Olivia almost choked on her coffee. Thirty? She never thought he'd be ten years older than she. She suddenly felt too young to be sitting here with him, and that once he knew her age he'd make an excuse to leave. When she coughed, his face expressed concern. "Is something wrong?" She shook her head, but couldn't look him in the eye. "I've only just turned 20." "I don't think I told you the other night, but happy birthday." His voice was calm. "So where are you a server?" Was he okay with such a big age gap? She gazed up to see him waiting for an answer with a smile. Eventually his cup was empty and her coffee had gone cold, having been neglected while they spoke about their lives. She told him about working with her best friend and roommate, how she moved from California to go to school in Florida, and he told her how he was born in Japan but moved to the states as a child so his family could be closer to his mother's family. She learned that his father was Japanese while his mother, who was white, had grown up in Florida. He explained what he did as a graphic designer, but she had a hard time following along with his description. She mostly smiled and nodded, hoping she wouldn't be quizzed on her knowledge of it later. *** After two weeks of continuous messaging, phone calls, and meeting up for coffee or frozen yogurt Nathan and Olivia were becoming close. She learned that he worked for a large company in Tampa with his best friend and that his favorite part of Florida was the keys. She told him how her mother owned a clothing store and her father was an accountant. They talked about how he had one brother, Luke, but that she was an only child. They both wanted to travel someday and that led to how he wanted to try every culture's food, but she was a very picky eater. Olivia was starting to wonder if he was starting to feel for her what she was starting to feel for him, but a phone call was her answer. She had picked up her phone on the second ring, answering it with a cheerful voice. Hearing from Nathan put her in a good mood lately. "Hello?" "Olivia, hi." He sounded as excited to speak to her as she was to speak to him. "Are you busy tonight?" At first she shook her head, but then remembered that he couldn't see her. "No, I'm not. I was supposed to work tonight, but one of my managers told me to take the night off." She could hear him sigh in relief and wondered why. "Do you want to come by my apartment tonight?" This was a first. Neither of them had yet to visit the other's apartment and while she really wanted to, Olivia was nervous. "S-sure." "You don't have to," Nathan assured her, "But I just thought we could order some food and watch movies." "Scary movies?" Olivia's friends would never watch horror with her even though it was her favorite genre. She usually watched them by herself in the dark, under a blanket. "If you want to watch scary movies, then that's what we'll watch." His voice sounded eager which made her even more excited. She was really going to visit his apartment. "What time were you thinking?" She asked him, her own voice becoming thrilled. She was already thinking about what she should wear to see him. "I'll pick you up around 7, okay?" He would come to her apartment first? She looked around and suddenly the place didn't feel clean enough. Luckily, she had five hours to clean and get ready. "Okay, sounds great. I'll text you my address. Bye," They hung up and she jumped into cleaning the place. By 6:30 pm, the place was neat and tidy and Olivia was standing in front of her mirror while Gaby sat on her bed. "You sure this looks good?" She asked her. Olivia was wearing a white tee shirt that said "If you'll be my star I'll be your sky," tucked into a high waisted a-line skirt in black, with white ballet flats. She left her hair down and straight, and kept her makeup light. "The monotone isn't too annoying?" Gaby rolled her eyes. "It looks good. You said you wanted casual, but cute. That's it. Well, that's your whole closet, but that's it." She laid on her back and held her phone above her. "I'm actually surprised you're doing this." "This?" Olivia looked at her through the mirror, confusion painting her face. "Dating or whatever. Normally you never give your number out to strangers, nor have you ever dated someone so much older than you." Gaby arched her back in a stretch while groaning through her sentence. "I'm just surprised." Olivia looked down at her hands for a moment, looking at the pale pink polish that looked almost nude against her skin tone. "He's really interesting and fun to talk to. I don't know if I can call it dating, but I really like him." She smiled and could feel her face getting hot at the thought of being alone with him tonight. "Enough to sleep with him?" Gaby sat up and had a look on her face that told Olivia her thoughts were up to no good. "Maybe! I don't know." Olivia didn't exactly plan to sleep with him, but she did prepare, just in case. Underneath her clothes her bra had vertical pink and white stripes with black lace running along its edges; she wore a matching thong that had a little black bow in the back. Wearing sexy underwear always made her feel confident even if she wasn't going to sleep with anyone. The door bell made both girls turn their heads toward the sound and Olivia checked her face in the mirror once more to make sure she looked okay. Gaby glanced at the clock on Olivia's cable box and scoffed. "He's early." "So?" "Nothing; early is good. It means he's eager to see you," Gaby stood up and left the room. "I'll get the door." "It's fine," Olivia told her, catching up shortly behind her. "I'll get it." Opening the door, she stood back to let Nathan inside. He entered wearing jeans and a form-fitting grey tee shirt. His shirt showed off that his arms and torso had muscle, but not too much. Olivia always hated when guys made their muscles too big, but just the right amount of muscle was a huge turn on for her. This time his hair was left casual, falling in his face a little until he pushed it out of his eyes. She couldn't help the grin that was on her face. "Hi," he told her, looking first into her eyes before scanning the rest of her body and returning back to her face. "Hi," she mimicked. Even after two weeks of constant conversation, she still felt a little shy around him. "Are you ready? I have a few movies picked out that I think you'll like." He reached forward and took her hand. The blush returned to her cheeks and she bit her lip, just nodding. Gaby took this moment to break away from the couple and grab her friend's purse that she was going to forget. "Here, don't leave this here." Olivia snapped out of her shyness and took the purse. "Thank you. Oh!" Olivia looked between the two people. "Nathan, this is Gaby, Gaby this is Nathan." She stepped back to allow them to shake hands, and while Nathan was polite, Gaby looked over him coolly. What's her problem, Olivia wondered. After the awkward introduction, Nathan and Olivia left the apartment and took the elevator downstairs. Neither of them said anything, but he continued to hold her hand. His skin was warm and his grip was strong without being overwhelming or painful. She took a small side step so that her arm was pressed against his. A red Camaro sat waiting for them, parked outside her building. She was impressed. "Wow, this is beautiful," but she whispered it more to herself than to him. She could only afford an old Sonata, but it had A/C, played her phone through the speakers, and got her where she needed to go. Nathan let go of her hand to open her door for her and walk around to his side, but once he pulled out of the parking lot, his hand took hers again. "All I Need" by Radiohead began playing from the speakers and Olivia felt herself relaxing bit by bit. She hadn't heard the song in a long time, but it always put her in a calm state. The song, plus Nathan rubbing his thumb along her hand, put a smile on her face. The drive to his apartment was short, and he lived on the second floor, so Nathan and Olivia were upstairs and inside in no time. While she removed her shoes near the door, he ordered a large pizza with half cheese and half pepperoni from a local pizza joint. His apartment was huge, with the living room almost as big as if she combined her living room and bedroom together. His kitchen was also a lot bigger than hers with more counter space and cabinets. And this was just the front of his apartment. His walls were painted in earth tones, of soft greens and blues, with a brown couch and matching love-seat. The floors were made of a dark wood with a rug with a geometric pattern laid underneath a glass coffee table in the middle of the living room. A large flat-screen TV stood on a wide, black stand that also held books and DVDs in an organized fashion. Various photographs hung on the walls and she wondered if he bought them or took them himself. Embrace Me Ch. 02 Olivia sat on the left end of his couch, tucking her feet underneath her, and he knelt near the TV stand. "Okay, do you want to watch gore, psychological, or supernatural?" Nathan pulled a few DVDs from where they sat. "Do you have any that are gore AND psychological?" She asked, placing an elbow on the arm of the couch, "Those are my favorite." He nodded and picked a DVD that contained both of her preferences. After turning on the TV and placing the DVD into the player, he grabbed a remote, turned off the lights, and sat down next to Olivia. His leg touched hers, but he didn't touch her in any other way. As the movie started, she leaned her head on his shoulder, but she couldn't get quite comfortable while sitting up in this position. He must have noticed when she started to fidget. "If you want, you can lie down while you watch. I won't do anything weird, I promise." He held up his hands in mock surrender. Biting her lips to hide a smile, she moved to lie down and he lifted her feet into his lap. Before she could tell him he didn't have to do that, he started to squeeze her feet gently and rub them. It felt too good for her to stop him, not that she was really inclined to, anyway. For the first half of the movie, Olivia paid attention. She followed the plot and hid behind her fingers when things got scary. When she would gasp aloud she could hear him softly chuckle, but she ignored it as she continued to watch. However, with how scary she found the movie she still found herself grinning because the movie was exactly what she loved. At some point she felt his hands on her feet stop and she assumed that meant it was time for her to move her feet, but when she looked at him, he was just watching her. She wanted to say something, anything, but words eluded her. His eyes were intense and she felt as if he could read her thoughts with the way he was staring at her. She always found eye contact intimidating, yet she couldn't look away. She opened her mouth to say something, but that was the moment when the door bell rang, making her jump with fright. Next all she could do was laugh, finding it funny that the delivery man could rouse a reaction out of her without even knowing he was doing it. Her laughter also a brought a smile to Nathan's face as he got up, taking out his wallet, and walked to the door. The moment the pizza entered the room, Olivia's stomach grumbled and she felt starved. While Nathan was busy paying for the pizza, she walked into the kitchen and found paper towels sitting on the counter. She grabbed a few and laid them on the coffee table. "Hungry?" He asked, putting the box down in front of her. "I'm famished," she told him as he handed her a cheese slice. They were quiet as they ate; only the sound of the movie played. Olivia had two slices of pizza while Nathan had four, and once they were both full he put the rest of the pizza in his fridge. "Where is your bathroom?" she asked, picking up her purse. "There is one in the hall on the right, and one in my bedroom on the left." He told her, pointing the way. Two bathrooms? She and Gaby had to share a bathroom. His apartment made her even more determined to do well in school and her future career. Once finding her way to the guest bathroom, she quickly took her spare toothbrush and toothpaste from her purse and began scrubbing her teeth. She didn't want the smell of pizza to get in the way when they spoke, or if anything else happened. After brushing her teeth twice, she looked herself over once more in the mirror and reapplied her lip balm. When she walked back into the living room, Nathan wasn't there. As she looked around, he came out from the door in the hall he had described as his bedroom. "What did I miss?" he asked, nodding toward the TV. "I think it ended," she shrugged. "Man, I took too long on my teeth. Want to start a new movie?" He walked back to the DVD player and removed the first disc. Did he have the same thing in mind as she did? She just nodded and lied back down on the couch. This time when he returned to the couch, instead of sitting away from her, he lied down right behind her, his chest against her back and his head resting on his hand with his elbow on the arm of the couch. Like his hands, his entire body was very warm and she could feel all of him against her. At first she was tense, anxious, but she started to relax into him. Slowly, his hand moved to her hip and she pretended not to notice, but she wondered if he would keep it there. His fingers gently massaged her hip, softly caressing her skin through her clothes, and she shifted slightly as a silent sign for him to continue. They continued to watch the movie like this, but she couldn't concentrate on it at all. All she could think about was his touching her. Soon his hand had moved up onto her waist and, when she didn't stop him, he carefully untucked her shirt. Breath caught in her throat as fingers touched her skin, almost tickling her with tender stroking. She kept still, waiting to see what else he would do, but when he made no more progression, she carefully took his hand and carefully directed him further up her body. Nathan held her right breast in his hand and squeezed softly over her bra, causing her to arch her back slightly. He repeated, only this time she felt his lips press behind her right ear. Goose bumps ran down that side of her body and she shivered. Her ears and the back of her neck were her ultimate weakness. As his fingers pulled down the material and found her nipple, his tongue touched her earlobe and she let out a sigh she had been holding back for awhile. Her head leaned back and he took the opportunity to trail his lips down her neck, reaching to give her other breast attention. Olivia could feel her body reacting, her pussy clenching and releasing with the need to be touched, and a tightening feeling coiling in her stomach. Unable to take any more of his teasing, she turned over until she lay on her back with him leaning over her. The way Nathan looked at her made her feel small while at the same time fueling her arousal. His brows were furrowed and she could feel his chest moving as he breathed deeply. She reached a hand up and ran her fingers through the silky sensation that was his hair. His eyes shut as she did this and he leaned into her touch. When his eyes opened again to look into hers, she moved both hands to his shoulders and pulled him down. Their mouths met with a hungry need, hot breath and desperate tongues colliding. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she held him to her, his hard-on pressing into her pelvis. Nathan pushed her shirt up and pulled her bra-cups down to that his hands had full access to her breasts, groping them passionately while she hooked her legs around his waist. Softly, she bit his lip and pulled, teasing him back and he groaned into her mouth. Their hips began to grind into each other and their breathing was getting heavier and louder as she arched her back to push her breasts into his palms. "Olivia..." he groaned, "Do you want to take this into the bedroom?" His lips moved down to her jaw, lingering down her throat. She nodded, unable to make out any words. She expected him to get off her and allow for her to follow, but as he rose he took her with him, carrying her. They maintained an unbroken kiss as he headed for his bedroom. He held her as if she weighed nothing and she wondered if he thought as much or if he was actually using effort. Once inside his room he gently put her down, but then pushed her against a wall and held her there, thrusting his hips against hers, with his fingers tangled in her locks. Olivia reached down and yanked her shirt off, throwing it in a random direction. She repeated this step with her bra until she was naked from the waist up. With her breasts on display, he leaned down and his mouth took one of her nipples between his lips. She gasped and placed her hands on the back of his head. Being sandwiched between a body and a wall made it hard for her to move around and he noticed this, pulling her away and setting her on his bed, almost roughly. His bed was large, letting her lie down on it diagonally with plenty of room. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, her hands on her breasts. She felt shy, a little embarrassed, but she was turned on and aroused, and didn't care how she might look right now. Though she was glad she had worn sexy underwear. He left her alone while he pulled his shirt off, revealing well-maintained abs. His jeans and boxers followed shortly after until he stood nude before her. Her eyes traveled up and down his tan body, looking over his strong arms and long legs, before finally settling on his cock. It was thick, and it had her as excited as it was hard. When she finally made eye contact with him, she could tell he had been watching her study him. He knelt over her and reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt. Once open he pulled the material, along with her panties, off of her hips. She rubbed her thighs together, showing her need to be touched. "You're incredibly sexy," Nathan's voice had become husky, deep. She bit her lip and placed her hands on his arms. His mouth sought out her ear and once again she gasped as her body was covered in goose bumps for a second time. While he took his time, he put his hand on her neck and softly squeezed. She never imagined she would be into that kind of thing, but as he did it carefully she felt more turned on than ever. Her body began to shiver and she gripped his arms, and the tip of his cock slid along her pussy, lubricating himself with her juices. His lips made their way down her body, stopping to lick and suckle on her nipples before kissing past her stomach and reaching her treasure. Nathan's tongue skipped over her clit and her vulva, instead trailing down her inner thighs, making her groan in frustration. She could feel him grin against her skin as she lifted her hips slightly. Wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her still, he placed his mouth over her clit. She would have jumped if he weren't holding onto her, and her hands quickly grasped his hair. While softly sucking on her little nub, two of his fingers made their way inside her pussy and curled upward, stroking her g-spot. Olivia whimpered and arched her back as his tongue flattened over her clit. Her moans were getting louder and she was worried if his neighbors could hear her. She reached up to cover her mouth because she couldn't stop the sound from escaping her throat, but Nathan quickly pulled her hands back. "I want to hear you," he whispered, his lips still against her. She felt her whole body grow hotter than it already was and her skin turned a light pink. The tip of his tongue flicked lower, teasing the underside of her clit where she was most sensitive, and her toes curled. She held him to her with trembling hands as she felt closer to her orgasm. Her body couldn't figure out what to do, her hips wanted to lift while her back wanted to bend, her legs were tense, and her breath caught. He didn't stop as she hit her peak with her entire body tightening and relaxing at the same time. Her pussy clenched his fingers and he slowly kissed his way back up to her when she calmed down. When Nathan leaned down to kiss her, she pushed him off until she had him on his back and she climbed onto him, switching their positions. She straddled him with his cock resting under her ass. Her lips pecked his neck between little nips with her teeth, sucking and licking the flesh where she nibbled on him. She mimicked his previous moves, making her way down, licking his nipples, but she used her nails softly on his torso until she was mostly off the bed with her knees on the carpet. His cock stood erect before her eyes and a bead of pre-cum rolled over the head. "You don't have to do that," he said, propping himself up on his elbows. A corner of her mouth lifted in half a smirk. Didn't have to? She wanted to. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue from the base up to the head, making sure to catch the pre-cum with the tip of her tongue. She repeated this until his cock was well lubricated, then she grasped him with her right hand. Olivia moved her hand up and down his shaft, twisting carefully to create different sensations without being painful. Looking up at him watching her, she licked the palm of her other hand as well as her finger tips and reached to massage his balls. His eyes shut and he placed a hand on the back of her head. Her lips enclosed around the head of his cock and her tongue swirled around it as she began to take more of him in her mouth. She could almost fit all of him before he hit the back of her throat and she had to pull up. His breathing was getting heavier and his grip on her hair was tightening. Her head bobbed on his cock while her hands massaged him, and she enjoyed the way he'd suck in air when her tongue touched a particularly sensitive spot. Eventually Nathan grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back up, her breasts against his chest. "Are you ready?" His voice was breathless, and he reached into a side-table drawer and pulled out a condom. She nodded only once before he moved her onto all fours. She could hear the sounds of the condom wrapper being removed and when she looked back she saw that he already had it rolled on his cock. When Olivia felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy she braced herself; she hadn't had sex in months, but she had never felt more ready to be fucked. Ever the attentive lover, he ran the tip of his now-covered cock up and down her slit to gather some of her copious juices, to make penetration easier and more comfortable to both of them. He entered her slowly while grasping her hips firmly, but once he was fully inside he pulled back and slammed into her. She gasped from both surprise and from pleasure as he hit her g-spot. He chose a fast pace, pumping into her and repeatedly pressing on her pleasure zone. Olivia's moans returned with full force as he bent over to massage her breasts and clit with his fingers. The coiling feeling from earlier began to rebuild in her and she bucked back into him, horny and needy. His fingers on her clit matched the speed of his hips and she could feel herself closer to coming, her body now more sensitive from the first time. Before she could finish, he withdrew from her and flipped her onto her back. Holding her ankles to his shoulders, he re-entered her. This gave him a better view of her while he fucked her and she held onto her breasts as they bounced. She bit her lip; this position let him reach her g-spot as much as the last. His fingers returned to her clit and she played with her own nipples, and soon she was right back to being on the edge of an orgasm. With one last whimper, she grew silent again as her body was hit by intense pleasure. This time her pussy squeezed his cock and that caused him to thrust into her harder, prolonging her orgasm. "Nathan..." Her soft call set off his own orgasm, emptying himself into the condom, but in his state of bliss he forgot it was even on. He thrust into her a few more times before finally stilling his hips and lying on top of her, careful not to hurt her. His lips caressed her jaw until they were softly kissing each other in the afterglow of sex. Olivia wasn't sure what to think at this point. She was a little embarrassed because she wasn't sure what he would think of her for letting him fuck her so easily, but she was more than glad that she did fuck him. She had never before come during vaginal sex, only oral and masturbation. She definitely wanted to do this again. Her heart raced and she didn't want to move, but she couldn't even if she tried because he locked her into place with his own body. Their breathing was calming down as they kissed and he held her gently now, unlike the aggressive way he handled her not a few minutes ago. Now as she looked around the room, she noticed for the first time that it was similar to the rest of his apartment except that it felt much more casual. The walls were a light blue and the carpet was white. His bed was covered in a silver comforter that matched the upholstery on a small chair that sat in the corner of the room. His dresser was made of a dark wood with unfamiliar designs etched around the drawers. A long mirror hung next to a small door which she assumed was the closet. Eventually Nathan had to remove himself from her, walking confidently to his bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, however, he cuddled back up to her and tangled their legs together. He cradled her against his chest and rubbed his nose against hers. "Olivia," he murmured, "do you want to stay the night?" She signed as his words eased her of her embarrassment. She relaxed against him fully, already too exhausted and satisfied to move. "I don't see why not."