She flirted with him here and there. Some people accused her of having the "hots" for him, and she would quickly brush it off. They were only friends, she would remind them and laugh. There was a morsel of truth there but what she did not admit was that there was a lot of attraction that went along with it.
One night, they both found themselves eased with alcohol and having a great time. As the night wore on, their inhibitions slid away. They flirted shamelessly but she really believed it would end like it always had, with nothing further happening. Not this time. She wanted him, as much as she never could admit it. And he obviously felt the same. As the music cranked, he slid his hands from her waist down to her hips. She moved like a real woman, and her short dress flipped and twirled around her round bottom. He could not resist. They both became mesmerized by the trance and the game they were playing with one another, until they could resist no more. The memory is seen through a foggy piece of glass, as they somehow made it back to the hotel room where the years of flirtation finally was able to come to fruition. Their lips met, their hands gripped each other, clothes were practically torn off, and they scoured each other's bodies. Afterwards, they were so exhausted that they lay paralyzed on top of the bed amongst the ravaged bedding and articles of clothing.
She may admit it to some, but she'd rather keep it quiet that these two actually hooked up finally after a few years of flirting, accusations and certainly friendship. Though some may judge or say what they must, who really cares? A woman wants a man, a man wants a woman and they enjoyed the ravenous evening of pleasure together after fighting it for a long while. Life is about realizing the things we want and going after them, now isn't it?
