Do you know Denise?

The car stops in front of a brightly lit house, from which dull music penetrates. My friend Nora turns off the engine and pulls the key.
“Help me,” I say, “whose party is that again?”
“My colleague Denise is celebrating his birthday,” Nora replies. “A work colleague and a good friend.”
The party seems to be well attended. Nora’s car is standing in a long queue of other cars, all of which can be owned by Denise’s guests.
“Do I know anyone else here?” I ask.
Nora makes a gesture that is somewhere between a head shake and a shoulder shrug. “You know me.”
I can not help sighing. “So not.”
“Oh come,” says Nora, “I know only Denise.”
I’m still not enthusiastic. I realize that Nora has only taken me with her because she does not want to get bored. When she called me yesterday and invited me to the party, I wanted to cancel, but she was so obstinate that I finally gave in.
We get off and walk the short way through a beautiful garden to the front door. Nora does not want to ring, and we enter. The house seems to burst out of the seams before people. Loud music, voices and laughter sound like a wave over us, barely closing the door behind us.
We search and find Denise. Nora introduces it to me and I wish her all the best before she disappears again into the crowd, her attention being drawn by the innumerable guests, who are all here for her sake.
Nora and I get something to drink and forgive us into a corner from where we watch the dancers in the middle of the huge living room.
I take my gaze through the room, look at the other guests, and suddenly my breath fills.
Chris is here.
Chris, who has not been out of my head for half an eternity.
I know him from the nursery where I work. He often takes his niece away, and we have changed a few words from time to time. On these rare occasions I was always terribly nervous, because Chris is by no means an average type. He does not just look like a catalog for underwear models, has a dazzling smile and eyes, in which one would like to sink, he is also charming and humorous. Again and again, I tried to find out if he had a girlfriend in our short conversations between the door and the door, but so far there was no way.
“Kiara?”, I hear Nora say at this moment. Her voice pierces through my wad.
“Hm?”
I only notice now that I have stood for several seconds and stared at Chris. But Nora seems to have noticed anything.
“I said I would like to welcome Lisa!” She points to the door where two young women have just arrived. At least one of them is probably another of Nora’s colleagues. Because of, she does not know anyone else. “Are you coming?”
I shake my head. “I’ll look for the toilet.”
Nora is on her way. I also, but instead of going to the toilet, I slide through the guests near Chris while I feverishly think about how I could get into conversation with him. He is talking, standing with his back to me at a large table that has been turned into a bar for the party. I’m taking my time filling my glass, still looking for a suitable entry for a conversation.
“Hi Kiara!”
My heart makes a frightened leap. I look up, right in Chris’ dark eyes and his charming smile. His interlocutor has said goodbye, and he has noticed me beside him. I can not believe he has noticed my name!
“Hey Chris,” I say as calmly as possible and a little astonished, as if I had only seen him now. “What are you doing here? Do you know Denise? “
“Longer and better than most others.” Chris grins as he notices my astonished look. “She is my sister.”
“I did not know,” I say, and this time I do not have to play my surprise. Inwardly, I feel a great relief. I had already expected the worst from his words.
“This is your house, then?”
“My parents’ house. I do not live here anymore. Denise, by the way, she did not borrow the house. My parents are on vacation. “
“But you already know what’s going on here, right?”
Chris laughs. “Yes of course. As long as they find the house as they left it, it’s all right for them. “
Suddenly someone jostles me from the side. I drive around and see two young men who have fallen into a handful of drinks. A few guests arrive, separate the two, and drag them towards the exit.
“Idiot,” Chris grumbles. “Are you okay?”
He looks at me worried and puts his hand on my shoulder. A goose bumps my whole body out of the place where his fingers touch me.
“Yes,” I say, “nothing happens.”
Chris’s hand glides from my shoulder, reaches for my hand. “Come,” he says, “let’s go where it’s quieter.”
He leads me out of the living room, up a staircase where there are clearly fewer people. In one corner is a twitching couple, beside it stands a group of excited people, all with a bottle of beer in their hands. There is a short queue in front of a door, and a steady entry and exit from the room at its end shows me that this is probably the toilet.
“Oh no,” says Chris suddenly, looking at the toilet door.
“What’s going on?” I ask, following his gaze. Just a young woman has come through the door. She looks over at us and her expression brightens. A bright smile appears on her face, her eyes begin to shine.
“That’s Marlen.” Chris does not need to say anything more. His tone and Marlen’s eyes make it clear to me that she is totally on him, but he has no interest in her at all.
“Would you do me a favor?” Asks Chris, as Marlen gets closer. He stands very close to me, I can feel the warmth of his body and his smell – he just smells incredible.
“Uh … yes?”
It’s more of a question than an answer, but Chris seems to be enough. He grabs me by the shoulders, pushes me against the wall, pushes a hand into my hair and kisses me. I’m left with surprise. My body stiffens before I understand what’s happening here. Chris wants to get rid of Marlen as quickly as possible, and that’s the easiest way.
I could have been angry, maybe I should have pushed him, but the kiss is much too good for that.
I slowly regain my composure. My body relaxes and I open my lips. Chris pushes his tongue in between, looks and finds mine, plays with it, first tenderly, then demanding.
From the corner of my eye I see Marlen running down the stairs. I’ll do the devil, Chris.
But he does not seem to think about Marlen anymore. He does not interrupt the kiss, but intensifies it in contrast. His hips push against mine, and my heart grows as I feel the evidence of his startling excitement on my abdomen. I get hot, and at the same time thousands of shivers run down my back.
Suddenly he takes his lips from mine, she lets my cheek wander to my ear.
“Shall I stop?” He whispers.
I breathe deeply.
“No,” I whisper, my voice no more than a breath, my knees soft and trembling.
Suddenly he grins. “Come along. I’ll show you my room. “A devilish sparkle enters his eyes as he pulls me behind the door at the end of the aisle. Behind it lies a bedroom, sparse, but tastefully furnished. A wall is taken by a big bed – that’s all we need.
As soon as Chris locked the door behind us, he grabbed me around his hips and kissed me again, stormy and passionate. The bump in his pants has grown significantly, I can feel exactly what he wants. His hands reach under my shirt, sweep up and down my stomach, press into my back. I do the same, put my hands on his hips, feel the rough fabric of his jeans under my fingers. Carefully, I let her wander further up, under his T-shirt, touching his skin, which stretches hot above his steel muscles. The warmth of his body seems to be transferred to me, the heat rises in me and makes a comfortable, pulling sensation rise deep in my stomach. My abdomen begins to ache, while there is a strange emptiness in my head. All my thoughts are wiped away. There is only this space, me, Chris and the bed, on which he now puts me, gentle and demanding at the same time. I feel his warm heaviness, which surrounds me with deep breaths. In the darkness of the room, I close my eyes to banish the last optical impressions from my head. I do not need them to experience what is happening.
Chris pushes his legs apart with his hips and pushes his pelvis close to mine. Somehow he manages to open his pants with one hand and push up my skirt without taking his lips off mine. I only interrupt his hot kiss to pull his shirt over his head and free me from my blouse. The heat of Chris’s body seems to double as soon as the thin fabric layer is no longer between us.
With a skilful handle, Chris opens my bra, strips it off and throws it carelessly beside the bed.
“You practiced it, did not you?” I ask, smiling.
Chris says nothing about it, smiles and kisses me again, and I forget everything else. I feel his hands on my breasts, which strengthens the pulling in my abdomen many times. I breathe heavier, begin to pant. For a long time I can not stand it anymore.
I reach for his penis with one hand and start gently stroking him. Chris is now also panting and moaning softly at my lips.
“Kiara, I …”
He does not need to say it. With a quick movement I bring his penis to the right place, and he pushes into me.
It surpasses everything I’ve ever experienced with a man. There seems to be a firework in my abode when Chris moves with me in hard strokes. The pressure of his body on mine strengthens, his hands cling to my back and my hair. He gasps violently, presses more strongly on me, bites into my neck. I feel that he is soon so far. With one hand, I hold tightly against his shoulder, the other I lay on his buttocks and give him to understand that he should not interrupt his movements in any case.
The firework in me almost increases into infinity, before it is discharged in a huge explosion. As I heard from afar, I can hardly hear Chris screaming as he is so far. Wave around wave rolls through my body, and it seems to last an eternity until the orgasm has subsided.
I am so exhausted as if I were running a marathon, and at the same time as relaxed as after a day at the spa. Chris seems to be doing the same, because he has hardly the strength to roll down from me. I turn to the side and lie close to him. He puts his arms around me and presses a gentle kiss on my forehead.
At this moment I do not care – the party, the other guests, my friend Nora – I think nothing of all this when I fall asleep in Chris’ arms.