5 comments/ 37224 views/ 2 favorites The Night We Met By: sandd_bound The night we met was the last day of my second semester; I was still a Freshman at my local JC. I knew that I had failed my last final for the day and my best friend 'Lo' had been begging me all week to go to a party with her that night. The party was for her ex-boyfriend's birthday. He had been trying to get back with her for months and finally guilt her into the commitment, but she didn't want to go alone. I really didn't want to go, but she was always doing things that she didn't want to do for me, so I felt obligated to her. We both knew that all of her ex's friends just wanted to get me drunk so that they could get into my pants. The thing is that I know myself, and knew that if I did get drunk enough I would do allot of things that I wouldn't do if I was sober. Of course she begged me, and I finally said yes. She knew that I was trying to rid myself of boy drama and was not looking forward to this party. Lo started trying to get me hyped up for this party saying that there would be this guy there that I didn't know yet. She said that he was pretty cute. "How do you know he's cute, have you met him." I knew she didn't know what she was talking about and her answer only confirmed what I had already thought, "Well, I've never met him, but I did see him in the parking lot when I dropped Dan off to golf." (Dan is her ex) Great, just what I needed, he could be dog ugly, "His names Dino, and don't laugh, he's suppose to be really nice." This past semester I had the worst luck with men, and decided at the age of eighteen that I was giving myself a break from it all. Despite her efforts the name Dino didn't intrigue me in least and in fact did the opposite. No more men, or parties, or even messing around. I had had it. So walking into his house I knew I would be less than happy. The trip there almost stopped us from going. I had to go home to get ready, which didn't take long, we left and I hit a huge dog with my mom's car, and then ran out of gas. All signs pointed that someone obviously didn't want us to go to this party but it turns out we ran out of gas right in front of a friends house. We re-fueled and went on to the party. When we arrived there were only a few cars outside and I started to laugh knowing that this was set up just to get my friend out there so her ex could beg her to get back with him. She didn't find it very amusing. Once inside it was only her ex, and two of his friends. One of his friends I knew, and couldn't stand, and the other was someone I had never met before, I assumed this was Dino. The trio was pretty drunk and I found that funny because her ex and his irritating friend are even lamer drunk than sober. We sat down and acted like a couple of bitches, and they started to get stoned. I didn't want any so when it came to me, I passed it to this new guy. He didn't even look at me or say thanks, and that was all I needed to judge and deem him as a 'dick head' for the night, silently of course. After a while we all kind of switched around where we were seated and I moved across the room from dick head. That's when I noticed that dick head was hot. I mean really hot. He was tall about 6'2" and about 210 pounds. He was in jeans, a long sleeve tee, and worn out blue-green hat. His skin looked tan this golden brown with these beautiful upper arms and broad shoulders and he had these faint lines around his eyes that made him look like he must be constantly smiling throughout his days. His eyes were sort of this bluish greenish color not quite hazel and they drew me into this hypnotic type of stare that I couldn't seem to break away from. As I was staring at him, he looked right back at me, no expression, just there. That was when I took a long swallow of my Corona and as seductively as I could I wrapped my lips around the top of the bottle and allowed my tongue to dip just inside the rim as I let the liquid flow into my mouth and down my throat. He watched as if he was enjoying the show I gave as much as I enjoyed giving it. When I was done I lowered the bottle right between my thighs and he smiled at me, got up, and asked me if I wanted another corona- with a lemon. I laughed at him and said "I'll take a corona, but how about one with a lime." He just smiled and was gone. When he came back we were all standing in the room and as he handed me my new bottle of beer I lifted my old one to put it on a nearby table and when I did this I had to reach causing my tight shirt to ride a little more up my stomach and he caught sight of my belly button ring and asked if he could see it. Of course I said yes, and gladly raised my shirt a little. When he stood back up he did so slowly and he tilted his head so his eyes met mine and that's when I noticed that he was definitely older than any of us. I was surprised to find myself acting kind of shy, but finally returned his stare and asked how he knew my friends ex. He simply replied, "we golf together." Okay not much to go with, but my friend interrupts and asks, "don't you work at the middle school, it's right across from my house and I swear I've seen you there." "Yeah, I thought I recognized you, were you unloading some groceries the other morning," "That was me, I knew you look familiar." All I could think is 'great, there he goes. He doesn't even like me, he likes her, and why do I care, I'm acting jealous, what's with me.' And I sat back down and watched t.v. trying to understand why I was feeling like this. They kept talking and chatting it up. "So, what do you do at the middle school?" "I'm a substitute teacher over there." 'great' I thought, I wanted to become a teacher to, and he had such a great voice, gosh I really am acting jealous. By then I thought that he had no interest in me. That is when my friend surprised me and said, "That's cool, that's what my friend wants to be when she graduates. She's an English major." And for the first time in what seemed like hours he turned to me and smiled, of course I realize it was only a minute or two that they had spoken, but I was so drawn in by his smile that I felt ignored if it was not directed towards me. As we met each others gaze we just stared and I realized that he was waiting for me to speak. So naturally I felt stupid for have been so lost in his eyes, in his presence, that I could feel myself getting hotter. That's when I spoke, "yeah, I'm an English major, I write poetry. Well I try at least, but I want to become a teacher." That's when Lo chimed in, "she's really good to." He had this look on face and I am not sure that he even heard Lo, he just stared at me with those gorgeous eyes, never saying a word. Then he slowly started to get a smirk on his face and I knew he was wondering of what it was I might be really good at. I somehow managed to pull my knowing eyes away from his own and turned to Dan, and not knowing how long he had even been in the room asked, "So how old are you today?" "Well actually my birthday was earlier in the week and I went golfing with Dino, today just seemed like a good day to celebrate it. I'm 20." Then Dino said, "how old are you girls?" Lo spoke first "I'm 19, and Sara's 18, how old are you?" before he could speak Dan answered, "he's 27. Had a birthday a few months back." I thought it was wierd that Dan spoke for him and the two men just glanced quickly at eachother and than back at us. Lo and I just looked at each other and smirked, "what are you doing hanging out with us, aren't we a little young?" "I never would have guessed you were 27." after I stated those facts it seemed like everyone in the room just talked among them selves. You see by this time the irritating friend had passed out, and Dan's older sister and friend had shown up. I could tell that Dan's sister was totally trying to get Dino's attention, but he just turned to me and asked, "do you want to go outside?" "Why?" I of course knew why, but by now I could tell he was interested and that's when I always start to get a little cocky. "I just thought we could talk out here, it's kind of getting louder in here, and I just thought..." "yeah we can go outside" I interrupted, "but let me go pee first." With that I drug Lo with me to the bath room and she said she was more than ready to go home, and I found myself begging for at least ten more minutes with this hot golfer. She finally gave in and after we both pissed I met back up with Dino outside Dan's room and said I was ready. Once outside he didn't say a word to me and it was freezing so I just looked over at him and said, "so did you just bring me out here so I could freeze my ass off?" I was trying to be playful, but was irritated at the same time. "No." And with that we kind of moved at the same time and I found myself in a warm embrace, a hug. And there was nothing but perfection around us and I felt that I had known him forever as we continued to hold each other for at least three or more minutes. I was the one to look up at him first, and as soon as he looked down I kissed him. This kiss was, wow, I don't even know what happened or whose tongue was in whose mouth first but I knew I was getting incredibly wet. So wet that I knew I had soaked my panties, and knew from the hardness pressing into my hip that he liked the kiss as well. We somehow went from standing near an empty built in pool to sitting on the porch steps which were no where near where we started and I was straddling his waist and rubbing and rocking and riding his cock through both of our pairs of jeans. His left hand had just found my right tit when my friend hollered out into the night that she was ready to go, and me knowing that she had already waited well past ten minutes reluctantly lifted myself from his lap. On my way up from his waist I brushed my hand across his noticeably large bulge and smiled down at him. When our eyes met I said, "So, are you going to give me your number or what?" He looked at me surprised that I asked him and said "Of course, you know you could stay over here if you want?" Smirking, I knew what he wanted, and hell, I wanted it to, but there was something about him I couldn't place and I thought I should make him wait. "Where would I sleep?" "Well I'll be in the living room, and I'm gonna have to say that you would be with me." I told him thanks for the offer but I didn't think it was a good idea, but that I would call him. He seemed less than satisfied with my answer, but shrugged his shoulders in acceptance and kissed me on the side of my neck while we walked into the kitchen, him wrapping his arms around me and holding my body tight to his as he walked right behind myself. He was nuzzling into me and kissing me and whispering all sorts of things into my ear when I saw Dan's sister giving he and I some of the nastiest glares she could muster, all the while I acted unfazed, which by her I was, and wrote my digits down for him. He reached over me and wrote his down as well, all the while digging his hard on into my ass while I pressed back into him as hard as I could without thrusting (God his cock felt huge). He nuzzled back into my neck and asked me if I was absolutely positive that I didn't want to stay. I just kissed him and told him that I would give him a call. Then I turned and walked out of the house and passed Dan with his eyes full of tears and wished him a happy birthday only in passing and got into Lo's car. She looked at me and said, "I can't believe your not staying." I just looked right back, expressionless, "Me either." The Night We Met What follows is my version of the night I met my wife. Her version may be slightly different. True story. It hit me out of the blue. I hadn't seen it coming at all. One minute I am having a beer with friends, the next I am head over heels in love with a woman I had never even met. I didn't believe in love at first sight till it happened to me. She walked behind my perch at the bar and it was like an invisible magnet spun me around and I saw her. It felt as if there was something inside of me that recognized her. Her long blonde hair was bouncing as she walked by and that wasn't the only thing that was bouncing. Wow! Look at those tits. Of course, she didn't notice me at all. I turned to my friends and said, "I'm gonna marry that girl." And got back the expected responses. "Yeah, right!" "Bull shit" "Way out of your league you loser." The funny thing is, I didn't want to go out at all. I had sworn off women after a nightmare of a break-up with a woman who really made me consider, for the first time in my life, whether or not life was worth continuing. I wasn't suicidal or anything, but I had decided that I was destined to be either alone or in a miserable relationship, the only two choices I had experience with so far. Of those two choices I had decided that I would be happier alone and to just exist and chill instead of striving to have...ya know...the house, family, career thing. Good friends will do that for you though; they will drag you out into the world and convince you that you have worth, despite what you have been told. I'm being literal here. They came to my rented room, dumped my hung-over ass out of my bed onto the floor and threatened to drag me to the bar in my boxers if I didn't get dressed. Apparently if you promise an Irish friend that you will accompany him to a bar on St. Patty's Day you must honor that promise no matter how hungover you are. No excuses allowed. It took a couple of hours for me to get the chance to talk to her. The bar was packed for St. Patricks Day and I lost sight of her. I figured she had left. Then fate stepped in. We were on the waiting list for a table for over an hour before one opened up. When the waitress led us over to our booth I had to grin. My group ended up at the booth next to theirs. Being the fifth man there I had a chair at the end of the table as my friends crowded into the booth. I eavesdropped on the conversation my dream girl was having with her friends and to my surprise the topic was blow jobs. My courage was high from the many green beers I had put away so I pulled off a move that I, in my buzzed state, considered epic (I still think it was epic BTW). In one deft motion I slid my chair from my booth over to theirs. "I'm John and your conversation sounds better than the one at my table." I said boldly, "and you are?" "Lisa" she replied. Her friends answered as well but I wasn't really paying attention and I think they knew it. She wasn't my type at all. I prefer short, petite brunettes with asses that jiggle and she was a tall, busty blonde. It didn't matter. I was smitten. I asked what she did for a living and her response to me was to hold up her left hand and say "Do you know how many penises I have held in this hand?" to which I replied "That means you're either a nurse or a whore." That got a huge laugh from her friends, turns out they were all nurses, but she didn't think it was as funny as they did. It was a line she had used to great effect in the past to get rid of unwanted attention. My charm didn't seem to be working on her but I was determined. I told jokes, no luck. I made clever comments, and got a neutral smile. I asked her to dance, she doesn't dance. Her very attractive, red headed friend asked me to dance instead and I accepted but she seemed disappointed when I didn't respond to her flirting on the dance floor and kept asking her questions about Lisa. I headed back to the table after the dance and although I wasn't ready to give up, I had run out of ideas. Once again, fate stepped in. Sweet Caroline started playing from the speakers on the wall. At this point I had nothing to lose so I sang along. Loudly. Proudly. They sang along as well. She smiled at me. We've been married 15 years. The Night We Met Ch. 02 -That very same night- As soon as we left Dan's Lo and I went to our friend Keton's house. He was always up at all hours of the night, and since it was only about 11:30 we figured he wouldn't care if we stopped by. As soon as we walk in, we never knocked, Lo starts spouting out our whole evening and how she thinks I fell in love. "Dude, shut the fuck up." I said to my best friend. "What it's true, Keton, you should have seen her," by now I knew my face was turning all the colors of embarrassment, thus only reinforcing what Lo was saying, "Keton, she starts off the night making me feel like a real piece for dragging her to Dan's and then she ends up all over one of his golfing buddies, although to her defense he was all over her to. And, he asked her to stay, and get this, she says no." "She must be in love," our friend Keton says to Lo as if I'm not even in the room, "It's not like her to deny herself something she knows she wants and knows she can have." "Screw you guys, he was hot, what else is there to say? Although, I have to admit that there is something different about this guy, I can't seem to get him out of my head. Hmm... and he was a great kisser, and his cock felt pretty big to." Lo and I laughed while Keton looked at me with a half shocked/half knowing look on his face. "I thought you two were just making out?" Keton asks. "We were, but somehow I ended up straddling his lap on the porch and when Lo hollered at me that she wanted to leave, I made a point of brushing my hand against the oh so obvious bulge in his jeans." "That sounds like you...tease." Keton smiled at me then looked to Lo who was already sitting down next to me apologizing for rubbing all of this in my face. Shortly after their conversation about how I went from bitch to can't get this guy off my mind in the whole hour or so that we were at Dan's house, Lo and I decided to call it a night, and went home. By home, I mean to her house, which I guess was sort of my house to. I un-officially moved into her mom's house after my parents moved about an hour away from out hometown. Once home, Lo decided that she had to tell her mother the embarrassing details of my night. I just let her, she thought that it was hilarious. I guess that now is as good a time as any to give you a little background on me. I'm about 5'1" tall, weigh 109 lbs, my bra size is a 34C/34D (it depends on if I gain a few pounds, or lose a few), I have brown hair past my shoulders, light brown eyes, a great tan, and long legs for being so petite. I wouldn't say I'm beautiful, but I know I'm hot. And I definitely think that there is a difference. My best friend Lo is about 5'3", 112 lbs., 34C, and her hair is a dark red/auburn color and is naturally curly, she also has a great shade of brown in her eyes, but she is definitely a white girl, always afraid of getting burnt. She is what I refer to as pretty with small petite features and a delicate air about her. Personality wise she and I are complete opposites, which is why we both think our friendship works so well. She is totally sweet and innocent and has this little voice that makes her completely ineffective in getting pissed off. I on the other hand am straight forward and to the point (some may say blunt). I carry myself well and am truly a very down to earth person; But for the most part people think that I am stuck up and they all say that I think I'm to good. I have a very distinctive voice, anyone that has talked to me once will without a doubt recognize my voice the second time. I have heard it's sexy, penetrating, blah, blah, blah, I just like it; my voice demands attention, and so far I always get it. That night I went to sleep talking about him to both Lo and her mom, and wondering how soon would be to soon to call him... 'fuck, what is wrong with me?' They both told me that I couldn't call him the next day and had to at least wait until the day after. 'I'm going to die' those actual thoughts went through my head. 'Two days that's like a freaking year'. 'There is no way I am going to make it that long'. 'What in the hell did this guy do to me?' All of this went through my pretty little head before praying I could sleep through the entire next day, and then I guess I passed out. -The next day- 'Shit, it's only 9:00am and I'm already thinking about him.' I was in bed thinking to myself. I was still to hung over to get up. Lo's mom walks in the room, looks at me, and as if she was reading my mind says, "Don't even think about calling him. Wow - did that man do a number on you. You're absolutely pathetic, I have to say this is a nice change." I just rolled my eyes at her, and spoke before she had a chance to again, "I know, I know, tomorrow I'll call. And I'm not pathetic, just interested - for once." "Whatever", and with that she was off to work. Lo and I didn't wake back up until about 1:00, and remembering that he subbed right across the street, I called my m and let her know that I would pick up my sister today. Yes, desperate, I know, but I just had to get one more look at him. But, alas, nothing. And so the day drug on, night came, and I slept. -The day I could finally call him- I waited until there was no-one home that afternoon to call him, dialed, and I got the machine. It was the one with the electronic voice (robot voice) recordings, and I panicked not having rehearsed anything for a machine and said, "Hi, this is Sara and I'm calling for Dino, I met you at Dan's the other night, anyway, give me a call back when you get this (then I repeated my phone numbers that I had already given him the other night) okay thanks, bye." What a moron I was, I sounded so lame. He's never gonna call me'. About an hour and half later the phone rings and to my surprise, caller ID has his number on display. "Hello?" "Hi, is Sara there?" "This is she." "Hi, this is Dino, from Dan's house. I got your message. What are you up to?" "Not much, just wondering what you were doing tonight." 'Damn I hope I don't sound to needy'. "Nothing, why, did you want to get together?" "Can you come over here, everybody's gone for the night if you just want to hang out and watch a movie or something." "Yeah, give me about and hour and I'll be there". "Okay, see you then." That was our conversation. I only had an hour to get ready and clean up the house. 'Shit what was I going to wear? Jeans and a tee, keep it simple. Underneath, a white lace front clasp bra, and a black g-string. The two items looked hot together'. Just as soon as I was done picking up and getting myself ready there was a knock on the door. I felt myself getting warmer already and he was only standing outside of the house, what in the hell was I going to do once he was inside? That's when I realized that I should open the door and let him in. "Hi." He was leaning in the door frame, his 6'2" towering well above my 5'1" frame. He was holding a six pack of coronas in one hand and a lime in the other. Faded blue jeans, a long sleeve tee, and the hat from the other night. He looked so damn sexy. He just leaned and looked with a huge smile on his face. I knew right then and there that I was in for a long night.