Hot Chocolate

Late Friday night, Nandhini received a text message, just as she was about to get ready for bed. She had no plans that night. On a normal Friday, she would be out with her friends watching a movie or hanging out at a cafe with her usual cup of hot chocolate. They would have girly conversations for hours.

She wasn't expecting anyone to text. Nandhini was surprised to see an invitation to go out dancing. It was none other than Etienne. Her heart quickened its pace. Without thinking, she replied, 'Yes.'

She got dressed and met Etienne at a hotel lobby. He suggested going to a club there. The place was packed with so many good-looking men and women. The music was great. They managed to squeeze their way to the bar and got a drink each. Nandhini suddenly realised how close she was standing next to Etienne. She was practically inhaling his breath. He smelt so good, her tummy was doing flip flops.

After a few drinks and lots of giggles, Nandhini had loosened up and begun dancing close to Etienne. Her back rubbing against him. He had his arm around her waist and moving along with her. Etienne hardly danced. He actually enjoyed dancing with Nandhini and she smelt like a flower to him. He leaned towards Nandhini's neck and kissed her - from her neck up to her ear. She froze. Not because of fear but it felt so good. She turned around and while still dancing, she kissed him. Slowly and passionately, right there at the bar, not caring who was around her. Her movements slowed down and she was swaying her hips against Etienne. They decided to leave and go back to his apartment.

Nandhini was so tipsy with drinks that she was not even thinking. All she knew was that she wanted to be with Etienne. Her little crush was blooming into something more. She didn't mind spending the night with him, something she normally wouldn't do. She was finally ready for this.

Back at his place, it all happened as she had imagined. It was an amazing feeling and it all happened so naturally. This was better than having hot chocolate she thought with a smile as she drifted off to sleep in Etienne's arms 

Continuation from letter A

Fantasy (AC?)

Meanwhile..

Nandhini was lying in bed. She was glad that when she had returned home, everyone was already in bed. She just didn't feel like talking and wanted to be left alone to savour the events of her date.

She was so worked up over what had happened after her dinner date. What had she missed out on all these years? Times when her friends talked about their dates and the sinfully exciting things they'd tried she switched off. She believed in waiting for that special someone. Was Etienne that someone?

If his lips alone were sending this tingly sensation throughout her body, imagine what his hands against her bare skin would do, she thought to herself. Her imagination ran wild.

Nandhini imagined them going back to his place. In the elevator, Etienne coming so close to her that she could feel his hot breath on her. His hands grabbing her waist and pulling her towards him. She could feel him growing as he pushes himself against her. Her breathing accelerates as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back. His lips press against hers. She could feel his tongue slowly making its way to meet hers. The doors of the elevator opens and they walk to his apartment, the one he's renting for his stay here.

He shuts the door and she's forced back against it. Etienne stares into her eyes and then he's kissing her neck. She didn't realise her zip had been undone as her dress slowly slips off her. She's standing in front of him, in front of anyone for that matter, for the first time with barely anything on.

In her bed, Nandhini is already experiencing something very new to her. As her chest heaved, she could feel a strong urge. There.

Should she? No. She'll wait. She'll wait to experience her first time with Etienne. She was sure it was going to be worth it.

Continuation since letter A

The Date

Throughout the week, the non-stop texting did nothing to curb Nandhini's urge to meet Etienne again. He was such a sweet man. So intelligent. It was something she admired. More than good looks, Nandhini had always been attracted to a man who was smart. Etienne had many interests. Other than writing poems, which he sent her daily, he loved to travel and had passion for adventure. Etienne also volunteered in India whenever he travelled to that part of the world, which was at least once a year. He seemed too perfect to be true.

They planned to meet over the weekend. Nandhini suggested a nice restaurant by the river. He let her decide. "I just want to spend a wonderful evening with this lovely woman", he said. The way he said it, made her blush. Thank goodness he can't see it, she thought.

She picked a deep red cocktail dress, the colour of a fresh rose. The silky smooth dress felt so good against her skin. It clung to her showing off her curves, and ended mid thigh. Nandhini had gorgeous long legs which the dress wasn't shy to show off. She wore her favourite pair of diamond loops on her ears and stone studded stilettos to match. Her dark tresses flowed down to her shoulders like a veil. She was absolutely stunning.

Etienne was already at the restaurant when she arrived. His heart skipped a beat when he first had a glimpse of her. He stood up and pulled the chair out for her. Nandhini had to force her eyes away from him. In his black formal shirt and pants and neatly trimmed goatee, he looked like he had just stepped out of a movie set. She had to take a deep breath before she sat down.

They ordered their meal and over dinner continued their conversation. He shared with her stories of his travels, his family back home, his work. The topics were endless. And just like the first meeting, they lost track of time and didn't realise that they were the only ones left in the restaurant. The manager was nice enough to allow them to stay a little longer.

After finishing up with their drinks, they decided to take a walk down by the river. Was it the wine? Nandhini was feeling warm and her heart was racing a little. She could sense that something was about to happen, something she had been waiting for, for a long time. She felt Etienne's hand on her arm. He gently turned her toward him. She stared into his eyes for a split second before she felt her mind go blank. She could have sworn that her heart had stopped for that moment. His lips were pressed against hers. His arms now lay on her hips, pulling her closer. She naturally placed her hands on his chest, not quite sure what she was doing.

Etienne then pulled back and smiled at her. Nandhini could feel herself blushing again. Is this what it was like to kiss? She wanted to giggle but stopped herself. She had that goofy smile on her face again. She wanted more but Etienne just took her hand and they continued walking in silence under the starlit sky.

Story continued from Letter A