CHAPTER 10
GEORGIA
The large function room had been decorated with fresh flowers and pieces of driftwood, accentuated with tea lights all around. With the floor-to-ceiling glass walls surrounding almost the entire room, we could easily view the beautiful mountain landscape outside, dotted with flickering lights from distant communities and villages.
A lovely stage had been set up with a grass and floral wall backdrop. Classic wooden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the whole place romantically.
I was seated at one of the tables near the exit, surrounded by other medical practitioners who had come from neighboring towns and cities. As I chatted with them, I couldn’t help glancing at the door from time to time, waiting for Drake to show up. It was so unlike me, and yet I couldn’t help it.
Am I setting myself up for more trouble? I silently wondered. A vivid flashback of prom night came back to me, when I had been dancing with Drake on the dance floor. What had started as a romantic moment had quickly turned horrendous.
Suddenly, I saw him. He had just entered the room, standing regally like a prince and seemingly captivating half of the people chatting and lounging around. He was wearing a dark business suit that brought out his impressive physique and complemented his sandy blond hair.
Many heads turned, while some began whispering. Of course, most of them knew him. He wasn’t just a popular, handsome football player, but also the son of the biggest pharmaceutical company in the region.
The women began swooning. I sure hoped I didn’t look like them from someone else’s viewpoint. It was difficult to pretend not to notice, because everyone else on my table appeared to be gawking at him.
“That’s Drake Walton, the only son of Roger Walton,” I heard somebody whisper.
I took the stylish cardboard paper in front of me and pretended to be busy studying the program for the evening.
Suddenly, I heard his voice very clearly and loudly. It came from right above my head. “Dr. Georgia Hill,” the deep voice said casually.
My heart did a somersault. I had no choice but to look up. Even as my eyes locked with his, I was well aware of the whole table staring at us.
“Oh, hi, Drake,” I greeted nonchalantly. I acted as if we hadn’t just spent a “magical” afternoon together.
“May I speak with you in private?” he asked.
I looked around quickly. They were all still staring. I nodded toward Drake and stood up self-consciously, following him away from the curious gazes.
We ended up hanging out at one of the balconies overlooking the cabins and woods. Apart from us, there was a couple there too who couldn’t get enough of each other. They were kissing intensely, their arms around each other. I had an abrupt image of me and Drake in the same position, causing my libido to act up.
I silently reprimanded myself for such indecent thoughts. I turned toward Drake, admiring his handsome features. It was really a challenge to hold back the physical attraction.
“So, what’s up?” I asked with a smile.
“Nothing, really,” he answered. “Just wanted to get you alone.”
His simple words made my heart race. “An unscheduled private consultation in the middle of an important convention?” I said teasingly. “That’s going to cost you, Mr. Walton.”
He didn’t even smile at my joke. He actually looked serious as he said, “I’m willing to pay the price.”
We were flirting outright. My body temperature shot up. I was at a loss for words.
“You look lovely tonight, Georgia,” he then commented. “You always do, but tonight’s even more special…”
“Thank you,” I said. I was glad he was appreciating my looks. I’d taken extra effort for my appearance, carefully applying all the makeup tricks I knew and even painstakingly fixing my hair. I had worn a long-sleeved dress in maroon which was perfect for the occasion.
“You don’t look bad yourself,” I said, my smile turning into a full grin.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said laughing, riding on with my joke.
He stepped closer, making my heart pound harder. His laughter had died on his lips, replaced by an intense look that was making me just a teeny bit nervous.
I felt his hand take mine, squeezing it gently, his fingers rubbing my palm seductively. My eyes instantly shifted to his tempting lips. I could feel the moisture between my legs growing.
Without warning, we heard the event host calling everyone’s attention. The program was about to begin. Reluctantly we stepped back from each other. He led me back to my table. I could smell their curiosity and envy. I could feel dozens of eyes on us, which made me feel uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to this kind of attention. Despite my greater confidence now and much improved looks, Geeky Georgie still resided in me. I liked blending into the background whenever I could.
The program went by quickly. The participants were given a chance to go around and meet people. An overview of the entire convention was also presented, which made me focus back on why I was here in the first place. My goal was to become one of the best doctors in the country when it came to my field of expertise. I could taste the burning desire in my heart, making me much more eager to listen to the experts who were scheduled to give talks in the next two days.
During dinner, James somehow managed to wiggle himself into the seat beside mine. I don’t know what happened to the woman who’d been there earlier.
“Hey, Georgia,” James said, surprising me. I was pleased, though, to enjoy the feast with someone familiar.
We got to chatting about the fun times we’d spent before with our friends, which took my mind off Drake for the entire duration of dinnertime. I actually had no idea where he was and why he hadn’t even approached me.
As we were eating dessert, that was when I saw him again. He was seated at their company booth, surrounded by “groupies” while his assistants gave out flyers and samples of their products.
From the table next to us, I overheard two men talking about him. One was pointing and saying, “Does he even know what he’s doing? He should just go back to football.” The other one chuckled and answered, “Yeah, he’s like some sort of trophy guy here, all for show but no substance.” They laughed then, which infuriated me. They had no idea what they were talking about. I, for one, knew that Drake was quite brilliant. I was pretty sure he’d been catching up well during his training at their office. Besides, his father wouldn’t have sent him here just for display.
I sneaked a glimpse of him again after a while. That was when I saw him in a dynamic conversation with a rather old doctor who looked quite experienced already. The doctor was nodding as Drake pointed out some stuff from his laptop and then handed over a couple of brochures. I could tell a serious discussion was going on. How I wished the gentlemen talking negatively about him could hear them.
Looking over to the men whom I’d overheard talking a while ago, I saw that they were now busy checking out the female nurses and pharmacists at the other table. I rolled my eyes and just turned back my attention to James’s story. It was no use wasting any more energy on such losers. I, of all people, should know that after torturous years of lamenting over bullies and losers in high school.
Once the program had ended, some left the room already while many stayed behind for dancing and cocktails. My eyes roamed around for a sign of Drake, but he was nowhere to be found. Again, I reprimanded myself inaudibly.
I must stop this at once before it’s too late, I told myself.
James invited me to dance, and I willingly joined him, eager for the excuse to take my mind off Drake. The music had turned to a mellow one, so we were drawn to move closer to each other. I was suddenly aware that James couldn’t take his eyes off me. He was beginning to utter leading words, with the motive of getting me in bed.
I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I only saw him as a friend and that I would never put our friendship at risk like that. I slow-danced with him for a while, planning on my “escape” all the while. I was very careful not to lean on his shoulder or move too close to his body. I surely didn’t want to give him the wrong impression.
“May I?” I heard the familiar voice that seemed to automatically make my heart lurch forward.
James and I stopped dancing. He sort of glared at Drake who just regarded him coolly. But James was a good man. He looked toward me, as if waiting for me to decide. I smiled at him and said, “Maybe I’ll catch you tomorrow, James. Thank you for the wonderful time.”
He looked shattered, but nonetheless handed me over. He did give me a quick peck on the cheek and then gave Drake one last stare before walking away.
Meanwhile, Drake didn’t appear affected at all. He took my hands and placed them around his shoulders, before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. I was suddenly breathless. My heart was racing so hard I was afraid he’d hear it or feel it.
“Sorry I didn’t find you earlier,” he whispered, gazing into my eyes.
“No worries,” I said casually. “I didn’t even notice your disappearance.”
He chuckled, knowing very well that I didn’t mean it. I could tell that he knew I was attracted to him. It was a little disturbing, but there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe I was really that transparent, especially since I wasn’t used to such relationships.
As we danced closely, an image of prom night once again flashed in my head. It was ruining the romantic moment. I tried to brush it off, but it was difficult not to recall how we had danced like this back when I was 18-year-old Geeky Georgie, pretending to be a normal teenage senior. In reality then, I was still an outcast. I was only kidding myself by agreeing to have a popular football player date me during prom.
I remember how I had just closed my eyes for a little while and then suddenly Drake had gone. When I’d opened my eyes again, I’d found myself surrounded by several of his football teammates and some cheerleaders, all pointing and laughing at me. Naturally, a lot of the other seniors had turned their attention to me, and some had even joined in the laughter.
Yes, he had ditched me on the dance floor and I’d been left there looking so stupid. It didn’t stop there too. He’d actually stood on one side watching the others mock me, then he’d left with another girl. That was when one of his pals told me that it had actually been some sort of initiation for their club or whatever—for Drake to lead me on and then dump me on prom night in front of everybody.
To rub insult to injury, they’d pushed a nerdy classmate toward me, saying that he should have been my date and that we deserved each other. He’d ended up stumbling and then crashing into me, making us both fall to the ground in a greatly embarrassing heap. I’d felt tears streaming down my face. I saw my friend Lauren making her way through the crowd to get to me, but she’d been too late. A teacher had then appeared too, making everyone else disperse.
“Are you okay?” I heard Drake say, shaking me awake from my reverie.
“Yes,” I barely whispered. My face might have turned white or something.
“Maybe you need to sit down…” he suggested. I simply nodded and let him lead me to a nearby table.
He got me a glass of water and looked truly concerned about my welfare. Was this his true character? Or had he changed already? I had no way of knowing. After that incident, I had kept mostly to myself until graduation day. When I’d gone to college, I’d only kept in touch with Lauren and no one else.
“Perhaps you should rest,” Drake said. “I’ll take you to your cabin.”
We walked in silence toward my cabin. He’d taken off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders, over my own coat. I could already feel the color returning to my cheeks. In my mind, I kept telling myself that past was past. More than a decade had already passed by.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” he asked once we were outside the door.
“Yes, thanks,” I said, smiling.
We stood there gazing into each other’s eyes, our bodies silently communicating. I could feel tension building up in the air, drawing us closer, pushing our temperatures to extreme levels despite the blowing cold.
Without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me, our lips immediately locking upon each other, fervent and rough. We kissed passionately, all our pent-up emotions exploding all at once. Even the negative feelings that had been bothering me earlier seemed to meld with the physical attraction that I could no longer deny, swirling together in one, intensifying every sensation.
His hand groped for the doorknob and we quickly stumbled backward into the room, all the while kissing heatedly. We took off our jackets rapidly, impatient to get our hands on each other, to feel the touch of skin against skin.
In the silence of the dark room, our raspy breathing could be heard, mixed with groans and moans of pleasure as our hands explored each other’s bodies. The warmth of his breath mixed with the dampness of his tongue and lips tickled my neck and ardently aroused me.
He sat on the edge of the bed, with just a tiny sliver of moonlight illuminating our faces from the window. Quickly, he unzipped my dress and took it off my shoulders. It gracefully fell past my entire body and down to the floor, exposing me in my undergarments. For a short while, he paused to admire me. Then in a few seconds, he’d taken off my bra while lifting me off the floor and onto his lap.
I straddled him without hesitation while he licked and played with my breasts. I could feel his manhood growing underneath me, rubbing strongly against my mounting wetness, teasing, stimulating. Suddenly, I could feel his fingers slipping into my underwear, wiggling past the folds and searching for my soft spot. He began massaging my tender area with his fingers, teasing in a circling motion and then pushing further and deeper repeatedly.
It was heaven. I seemed to have lost all sense of logic or even awareness of where I was or what I was doing. I was simply going with the natural tendencies of my body, reacting nakedly to his stimulations. Climbing higher and higher into ultimate ecstasy, my breathing became faster, coming in short and frequent pulses. I arched my back as he fingered me expertly, making me scream with the intense pleasure that burst across my limbs.
My climax came and stayed quite long, making my knees turn into jelly. I almost fell off his lap, but he supported my back with his strong hand. Quickly, I straightened up, took off his tie and began undoing the buttons of his long-sleeved polo. He helped me do it faster and in one swift motion threw aside the clothing. I was greeted with the sight of his bulky chest. I pushed him then, causing him to drop to the bed on his back. I followed on top of him, kissing his neck and chest, exploring the muscular surfaces of his arms.
Little by little, I moved downward, obviously exciting him. I loved seeing him squirm, his eyes begging. I tried to hold it off a bit more, but it wasn’t long. I couldn’t resist anymore, too. I opened his zip and pulled down his pants along with his underwear.
I gave him a blow job the best way I knew how. And by the sound of his moans and groans, he was getting pleasured real badly. It pushed me to keep on, to do better, to keep licking him while my hands worked their magic.
When I went up for air, he suddenly pushed me to his side, making me land on the bed. He climbed on top of me. I wanted to pull him down, eager to feel him inside of me. He teased me first and made me want him more by caressing the outside of my opening with the tip of his rock-hard shaft. I almost wanted to say “please.” But then, he shifted his position and entered me little by little, making me feel every inch of his entire length. My mouth opened instinctively as the combined pain and pleasure engulfed me.
He went deeper, harder. I could feel him pushing against my walls, filling me completely. Ecstasy took over my mind and body as we moved in unison.
At one point I thought he was going to climax already. But perhaps he didn’t want to yet. He paused and took out his penis, then flipped me over. He reentered me from the back in doggie style, holding me still while he thrusted into me over and over again. I could feel him digging deeper, making me rise in carnal gratification.
The intensity became stronger. We shifted to a sideward position, still connected. He kissed my hair, my neck, my ears. I was totally lost in bliss.
We went back to the missionary position. I was nearing another climax. Breathing heavily, he shoved into me while my moans got louder. We peaked at the same time in a sudden eruption of colossal pleasure, all our emotions and questions bursting at the seams and pouring out. It was an amazing release for both of us.
As we lay side by side on the bed, both spent, I felt a sense of renewed serenity washing over me. I turned toward him. His eyes were closed but there was a small smile on his face. I could tell that he felt the same way—whatever it was that had been bothering him had vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure and peace.