Every Single Part Of Me
Story by Daisy
~~*Chapter Two*~~
Ding-dong!
I rang Heather’s door later that night, all dressed up in my suit and tie. I waited impatiently at her door. I was late as usual.
“Hey, Nick!” Heather’s perky voice greeted me. I looked behind her
at Bethany. She looked gorgeous. She was obviously wearing one of Heather’s
dresses because of girl that was shy enough to always whisper and never speak
would never have chosen a dress like the one that she was wearing. It was a
dark, crimson red with a rather low neckline. It tied in the back at the neck
and had no sides. Well, almost no sides. They showed up at her hips,
accentuating her perfect body. There was a long slit running up one side. Her
feet were tied up in strappy black sandals. Her hair had been pulled up with a
few tendrils adorning her soft face.
“Bethany, you look…”
“Great! Doesn’t she?” Heather’s voice cut through my speech. “I
figure that even if I can’t go to dinner with you guys at least my clothes can
go.” She suddenly let out this horrible laugh. I grabbed Bethany’s hand and
pulled her out of the house and walked quickly to my car. Evidently both of us
had forgotten about her hurt ankle because she almost sprawled out right there
on the lawn.
I caught her and quickly pulled her towards me. Her arms hit my chest and
she rested them there as she steadied herself. I had her by the back of her
upper arm, on the triceps. I smiled at her and she met my eyes for just a second
before looking away and dropping her arms. I led her silently to my car and
helped her in, waving at Heather just before we left.
Bethany didn’t have much to say on the ride to the restaurant, but
it’s not like she’s ever said anything to me besides a whisper. We arrived
and I had to help her out of the car because of her ankle. I wrapped my arm
around her waist and helped her up slowly. She stumbled just as her ankle hit
the ground and I wrapped my arm further around her, my fingers sliding into the
slit in the side of her dress. Beneath my fingers I could feel her soft skin. I
decided to leave my hand there and helped her walk to the entrance. I could feel
goose bumps beginning to rise beneath my fingers and I smiled, knowing that I
had made her nervous.
“Do you have reservations?” The host asked me just as we walked in.
“Yes, sir.”
“The name please.”
“Carter.” He showed us to the table. As Bethany walked, her skin felt
smoother and smoother under my fingers. I slowly began to make circles on her
side with my thumb.
“Excuse me.” She whispered, walking away from me and hobbling towards
the bathroom.
“Hey AJ!” I greeted AJ with a hug.
“What the hell did you do to her man?” He asked quietly in my ear.
“What?”
“Dude, she looked so nervous! What the hell were you doing?” He
asked, moving over so I could greet his girlfriend.
“Did you see those slits in the sides of her dress?” He nodded at my
question and I nodded back at him, telling him what I was doing.
“Oh….” AJ said, just as Bethany was coming back.
Introductions were made and then we all sat down to eat. Bethany sat
beside me, sitting up very straight. I took a sip of my wine and looked over at
Bethany, nearly spitting out my drink at the view I was getting. From the angle
I was at, I could see clear into the opposite side of her dress. I sat there
staring at her for a minute. She was talking intently with AJ’s girlfriend,
ignoring me. I reached under the table and grabbed one of her hands that she was
wringing in her lap. She was shaking.
“Are you okay?” I whispered in her ear. She nodded, but as I looked
in her eyes, I could see it all. Fear, nervousness, and her obvious shyness. I
got up from the table and motioned for AJ to follow me into the bathroom.
“What’s up?” AJ asked as soon as we were inside.
“Did you see that?” I asked him. He looked at me quizzically. “I
held her hand and she looked at me with these big, scared, nervous doe-eyes.
She’s so prude. I’ve gotta get rid of her.” I leaned over the sink and
fixed my hair in the mirror.
“She’s just what you need, Nick.”
“What?” I turned around to face AJ. He had a knowing grin on his
face.
“Wanna put your money where your mouth is?” I stepped closer to him,
accepting the challenge. “How about you do what you say you can. Lay any girl
within three weeks of meeting her?” I nodded and crossed my arms.
“I can do that.” I said defiantly.
“So, Nick Carter. Meet your new challenge. Bethany.” He smiled at me.
“Aw hell no! She’s so fucking prude!” I checked my reflection in
the mirror again.
“Exactly. You’ll really be proving you point if you got a prude chick
to sleep with you within three weeks.”
“No.”
“Come on, Nick! Backing down from a bet?” I stared hard at him and
then shook his outstretched hand. “Well, you better get a move on baby cause
technically you only got twenty days!”
We walked back out to the table and saw the girls waiting for us. I left
Bethany alone after seeing how scared she looked when I touched her. It had only
been about ten minutes before I felt AJ kick me under the table. I looked at
him. He opened his eyes wide and nodded slightly in Bethany’s direction. I
racked my brain for a good chance to flirt. I leaned over until my lips were
just inches from her ear.
“Will you dance with me?” I asked her, nodding towards the dance
floor in the middle of the restaurant. She looked at me with eyes that looked
more comfortable and she stood up. I walked around the table and escorted her to
the dance floor.
I smiled as I looked at her beautiful face. She was so petite. Her head
only came up to my neck. I wrapped my arms loosely around her waist. I could
feel how small her hands were as they snaked slowly around my neck. We began to
sway gently to the music, and for a moment, I was truly lost in her eyes. I just
so happened to look at AJ who was staring at me as if I were the prude one.
I placed one hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer to me.
So close that we could no longer look at each other. She laid her head down on
my chest, fitting in perfectly in the grove of my rib cage. I moved my hand up
along her back and felt bare skin. Her dress was backless. I began to run my
hand slowly up and down her back, loving the feel of her little invisible hairs
that were tickling me. I slid my hand far down, resting it just where the dress
began again at the small of her back. I gently moved my thumb back and forth
across her bare skin.
“I’m sorry.” She suddenly whispered, pulling away from me. For the
second time that night, she hobbled away from me and into the bathroom. I
watched, defeated, as she disappeared into the ladies’ room.