Page 54 of Notes About Vodka

Val takes it with a smile. “Absolutely. This is just what I needed.”

As we stand together, the cool night air mixing with the smoke, a stranger wanders over, looking slightly lost but hopeful.

“Hey, do you have a light?” he asks, his voice a bit hesitant.

Val produces his lighter with a friendly nod. “Here you go.” The stranger lights his cigarette and takes a drag before commenting, “You two make a fine married couple. Must be nice.”

I glance at Val, feeling a moment of discomfort. Valchuckles softly and shakes his head, still holding the lighter. “Married, eh? That’s a new one.”

I force a small smile and respond, “Thanks for the compliment. We’re just here to enjoy the party.”

The stranger nods and walks away, leaving Val and me alone.

Val turns to me with a reassuring smile. “Whatever people think, I’m just glad to be here with you.”

We head back inside where the party continues with vibrant energy. The music is loud, the laughter is genuine, and the costumes add an extra layer of fun to the evening. I feel Val’s arm wrap around my waist as we make our way through the crowd, and I lean into him, feeling a sense of comfort I haven’t felt in a long time.

It’s well after midnight and the party is in full swing, the energy electric. Music pulses through the apartment, mixing with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses.

I’m lost in the rhythm, moving closely with Val. His pirate costume sways with each step, and his enthusiasm makes it impossible for me to stay still. The way he moves, confident and smooth, makes my heart race.

Skipper is the life of the party, strumming his cardboard guitar and striking rockstar poses. Occasionally, he and Rhea join us on the dance floor, bringing bursts of playful energy. Skipper’s high heels click rhythmically as he twirls Rhea. Her top hat bobs with every move, and her wild dancing is a sight to behold. They draw everyone’s attention, their over-the-top antics making everyone laugh and cheer.

I find myself increasingly focused on Val. His movementsare fluid and confident, and his gaze never leaves me as we dance. There’s a magnetic pull between us that’s impossible to ignore.

As the night progresses, the music, the lights, and the joy seem to create a bubble around us. Skipper and Rhea are now entertaining the crowd with a hilarious dance-off. Everyone is laughing, but Val and I are barely aware of it. We’re caught up in our own world, the connection between us growing stronger with every passing moment.

I don’t even notice how we slip away from the crowd until we’re back out on the balcony. The cool night air feels like a refreshing contrast to the heat of the party inside. I lean against the railing, my heart racing. Val steps closer, his eyes locking with mine. There’s an intensity in his gaze that makes my breath catch.

“You know,” he says softly, “I’ve been wanting to give you something all night.”

Before I can respond, Val closes the gap between us. His lips find mine in a kiss that is both passionate and tender. The moment is intoxicating, and I’m overwhelmed by the warmth of his lips and the intensity of his embrace. The world around us seems to fade away, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble.

I melt into the kiss, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The lights of the city cast a soft glow on our faces, adding a magical quality to the moment. The distant sounds of the party fade away, leaving just the sound of our breathing and the pounding of my heart.

Val pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he admits, his voice husky.

I smile, feeling a rush of emotion. “Me too.”

We lean in for another kiss, this one slow like normal, but also more deeper than before. I can feel the heat between us.

The city lights twinkle around us, and a cool breeze rustles my cape, sending a shiver down my spine. For a moment, everything feels perfect. I feel safe, cherished, and more alive than I have in a long time.

The city, the party, everything else fades into the background as we lose ourselves in each other.One step at a time. And maybe, just maybe, I’m finally ready for whatever comes next.

I try to pull away but Val grabs my ass, tugging me to him. I gasp as he lifts my dress and then one of my thighs, melding our bodies together as closely as he can. I feel the friction from his jeans scrape along the thin fabric of my underwear causing my body to tremble. I lower my hand and can feel how turned on Val is.

Oh my, there’s a lot behind that straining zipper.

“Val,” I try to murmur but he puts a finger to my lips.

Whispering in my ear, Val says, “I want to fuck you so bad. But I’ll wait. My soul sees yours, and I’ll wait until you are ready for me. But I really need to make you feel good right now, Laura babe.”

I moan as he kisses up the collar of my throat, rubbing myself on his leg as I chase the approaching orgasm.

Val wedges his hand between our bodies, stroking my sex through my soaked panties. He expertly slips his fingers in between my panties and folds. Then, the two digits easily fill me. I’m already so wet and as Val’s fingers slide in and out, I start to see stars. When his thumb presses into my clit, the climax takes me over the top and I cry out Val’s name, moaning into his chest.

Val cries out my own name. I feel warmth spreading fromhis jeans where I’m still grinding into him as the last lingers of my orgasm fade away.

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