Book 1: Meeting David – Where it All Begins
Chapter One – Catching a Glimpse of Him
The First Glimpse
It was exactly a week ago today that I first caught a glimpse of David.
Tiffany and I had spent the evening at Amy’s house, helping to celebrate her 18th Birthday. The laughter, music and clinking of glasses had all faded into the background as party quietened down to listen to the speeches from her mum and dad. They seemed to drag on forever, but finally we had all just sung Happy Birthday to Amy and the room was filled with a sense of anticipation as Amy, grinning ear to ear, began cutting her cake. Everyone’s attention was focused on the birthday girl, except mine. I was watching the man who had just entered the front door, walking down the hallway towards the lounge room. There was something about him that caught my attention. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and dressed in a well-fitted jacket that highlighted his stature, as he walked down the hallway with an easy confidence.
He paused at the edge of the room, scanning the crowd with a slight frown. His eyes darted over the faces in the room as if looking for someone before his eyes locked on mine for the briefest second. His eyes paused on mine in a steady gaze, as his lips curled into a subtle, simple smile—an unspoken exchange between strangers.
But just as quick as his eyes locked onto mine the moment was gone as his eyes continued to scan around the room. I kept staring at him, watching his soft smile quickly turning back into a frown in a flicker of frustration. He didn’t seem to find whoever he was looking for, so he turned and headed for the sliding doors at the back of the lounge room that opened to the pool area. And then, just like that, he was gone.
Tiffany hadn’t even noticed him. She was still talking, completely engrossed in telling me her plans for tomorrow. But I wasn’t really listening. My mind was spinning – I couldn’t explain it but there was something about him that just sent my mind into whirlwind.
Who was that guy? Why hadn’t I seen him around before? Who was he looking for?
Just a few minutes later, the mystery unravelled slightly—he reappeared from the outside area, this time holding Bec’s hand, guiding her gently but firmly through the crowded lounge room and toward the front door. I assumed he must be Bec’s boyfriend. And just like that, I was instantly jealous of Bec – he was older than us, no doubt about it. More mature, more attractive than any of my exes.
I wanted to find out more about him but before I could voice any of those thoughts, Tiffany snapped my attention back to her as her finger began tracing over my arm in a seductive manner.
“So… how ’bout it?” she whispered in my ear, with that knowing smirk and sultry tone she always used to reel me in.
“Huh? How about what?” I replied, trying to juggle m attention between Tiffany and the sight of him walking hand in hand with Bec toward the front door.
“Oh my God, Jess—pay attention!” she giggled softly, her lips brushed against my ear, “I asked if you wanted to ditch this party and come back to mine already.”
“Oh…” I paused as the warmth of her breath on my neck sent a tingle down my spine. “yes please, that sounds good.”
Tiffany’s lips curled into a smile as she pulled away from me looking into my eyes, I could already see the devilish spark of excitement in them anticipating the rest of our night together.
“Perfect,” she grinned. “Let’s go find Amy and say goodbye.”
We made our way slowly across the lounge through the crowd of people, stopping to say goodbye to a few of our close friends. Just as we were nearing the sliding doors to the pool area, Amy burst back inside in her tiny white bikini, grinning ear to ear.
“Girls, girls, girls! Did you see it?” she gasped, out of breath and bubbling with excitement.
“See what, Amy? Are you drunk?” Tiffany and I both laughed, amused by her dramatic entrance.
“See Bec!” she squealed. “She was grounded tonight and snuck out, and her parents sent her older brother David to drag her out!”
Wait. Her older brother? I blinked in shock.
“That was her brother?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.
“Yes!” Amy shouted over the now-blaring music. “And I can’t wait till Monday to hear how much trouble she got into when she got home. She is so busted.”
“Oh, Amy,” Tiffany rolled her eyes. “Stop being such a gossip.”
“Bah hah, Tiffany—you’re such a bore sometimes,” Amy teased with a playful flick of her hand.
“Well, I guess since I’m such a bore, it won’t be a surprise that we’re out of here,” Tiffany replied, her voice cool and sarcastic.
“Oh man, already?” Amy pouted, clearly missing the jab.
“Yeah, sorry, we… um…” Tiffany faltered slightly. “We have to get up early tomorrow.”
It was a harmless little lie. Technically, we had nothing planned until later in the day —but we weren’t about to admit that to Amy.
“Awww, bummer! The night’s just getting started,” Amy said as she pulled both of us in for a goodbye hug. We both leaned in, returning the hug.
“Happy 18th, Amy,” we said in unison. “Enjoy the rest of your party!”
“I will! Best Birthday Ever!” she declared with a wink, before spinning around and skipping off toward another group in the lounge room.
As soon as we got outside, our taxi was already waiting.
I climbed in first and slid across to the far window. Tiffany followed, settling right beside me, her thigh pressing firmly against mine. There was no space between us. Not that I wanted any.
As I fumbled with my seatbelt, her hand slid softly over my bare thigh. Her fingers warm as they slowly, teasingly traced up beneath the hem of my skirt. I shivered under her touch, my breath catching as her other hand reached across to cup my breast. My head tilted back against the seat as I melted into her familiar rhythm. She leaned in, her lips brushing my neck—soft kisses tracing along my skin, up to the edge of my jaw, then closer to my lips. I didn’t need to move. I just waited—lips parted, ready—and she came to me. Our mouths met, hungry and sweet, the kiss deep and warm and perfect.
“Ahem. Sorry to interrupt the show, but… where to, ladies?”
We jumped, startled by the driver’s voice. Then immediately burst into laughter at the thought of him sitting there watching as he waited for us to tell him where to go.
Tiffany grinned and blurted out her address through her giggles.
“Thanks, ladies,” the driver chuckled, catching our eyes in the rearview mirror. “Feel free to continue your show now.”
Arriving at Tiffany’s House
Within moments of me shutting the front door, Tiffany grabbed my right arm and spun me around toward her. She caught me slightly by surprise, pushing me up against the wall—about halfway between the entrance and the stairs leading up toward her bedroom—and pinning my arms back above my shoulders. Her grip was firm, confident, her body close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off her.
Part of me wanted to break free of her grip—my hands pinned above my head—and push her up against the wall, lean in, and kiss her neck. And yet, I always hesitated—every time. Maybe because I liked the way she took control. Maybe because part of me needed to submit to feel free.
She stared into my eyes with that unrelenting focus she always had when she wanted something—so certain, so in control. And it was clear from the look in her eyes that what she wanted was me.
The feeling was mutual. I could feel a tingle between my legs stirring, that deep, slow heat that came every time Tiffany touched me like this.
I stood there waiting for her to initiate the next move. She kept me waiting for what seemed like an eternity before she leaned in toward my neck, pressing her lips to my most sensitive spot just below my ear. A soft moan escaped me as I tilted my head to the side, granting her even more access to me.
Her mouth was warm and wet, and when she began softly sucking, slow and deliberate, I could barely stand upright as my legs began to feel weak. Every nerve in my body felt like it was firing all at once.
She moved upward, her lips trailing along my jaw, toward my cheek, teasing me with every pause and kiss. I was already aching, a slick wetness building between my thighs. I didn’t care about getting to the bedroom. I could have let her take me right there, pinned against the wall, with the door still open.
“Let’s take this up to my room,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
She took my hand and led me up the stairs without waiting for an answer. She didn’t need one—I was already hers.
Each step felt impossibly slow, like I was suspended in this electric anticipation. Her hand in mine was soft, but purposeful. There was something about the way she moved, the way she carried her confidence so effortlessly, that always made me feel smaller, like a girl being led into something dangerous but irresistible.
Once we reached her bedroom, she turned and kissed me with a hunger that left me dizzy. Her lips devoured mine, and I kissed her back just as fiercely. Her hands were everywhere—fingers tugging at my clothes, slipping under fabric, sliding across my bare skin.
We couldn’t get undressed quick enough. Clothes came off fast, messy. I felt her tug my top over my head while I worked her jeans down her hips. Our mouths only broke apart for seconds at a time, gasping, laughing, moaning through the urgency of it all.
She pushed me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me, straddling me with that wicked smile that always made my stomach twist with lust. She hovered above me, teasing, letting me feel the heat of her body without giving in. I arched my back, reaching up for her, but she made me wait.
Then she lowered herself onto me. Her skin brushed mine, and I gasped at the contact—her thigh sliding between mine, our hips grinding together instinctively. My whole body responded to her without thought. I matched her rhythm, hips circling, chasing more, needing friction, needing release.
She knew exactly how to move. How to build the tension until I was right on the edge.
And when I came, it was like something inside me snapped free. My whole body trembled beneath her, my breath caught in my throat, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
I collapsed back, boneless and buzzing. I thought that was it—I thought we’d curl up and kiss and drift. But Tiffany clearly wasn’t finished.
She kissed her way down my body slowly, lingering at my hips before cupping my ass and lifting it toward her. I felt the wet heat of her breath against my still-clothed center. Then her tongue pressed into me through the soaked fabric of my panties.
“Tiff—” I barely got the word out before her tongue slid against me again, and I lost all coherent thought.
She teased me through the cotton, slow and deliberate, the pressure just right. The heat of her breath, the drag of her tongue—it was too much and not enough all at once. My thighs shook. My hips bucked upward. And when she finally pulled my panties to the side and touched her tongue directly to my bare, swollen clit, I cried out. Loud.
She licked and sucked with this perfect mix of patience and precision, letting me climb again—higher, faster this time. I came for her again, harder, my hands gripping the sheets, every muscle in my body tightening, then releasing all at once.
When it was her turn, I returned the favor with all the hunger she’d stirred in me. I pressed her down against the mattress, kissing a path between her legs, drinking in every moan, every twitch of her thighs. And when she came, she screamed my name, fingers locked in my hair, body arching off the bed like she was being pulled into the sky.
We collapsed into each other after, tangled, slick with sweat and completely breathless.
Tiffany rolled onto her side, facing me, her body glowing with that soft post-orgasm haze. I reached out and traced my fingers lightly down her arm, over the curve of her hip. We stayed like that for a while, tangled in each other, breath slowing, skin still buzzing.
“Jess,” she whispered. “That was incredible.”
I smiled lazily, leaning in to kiss her. “You never cease to amaze me.”
There was something so comforting about this—the quiet afterward. The connection. I let my hand rest on the small of her back, stroking gently. She closed her eyes with a soft hum, already drifting off.
I watched her, feeling the weight of everything and nothing all at once. This wasn’t just sex. It never had been. It was something else—something we never said out loud. Maybe because we didn’t want to know what it meant. Or maybe because I was afraid if we said started talking about it the magic would disappear or it would turn into something too serious that neither of us truly wanted.
“Good night, Tiff,” I whispered, pressing a final kiss to her shoulder. “Thank you for an amazing night.”
She murmured back, half-asleep, “Good night, Jess… so lucky to have you.”
As I lay there in the dark, her steady breathing a gentle rhythm beside me, I realized something that made my heart beat just a little faster – I was thinking about him.
David.
That first glimpse of him burned into me… the quiet confidence in his eyes, the way his smile curled up as he stared at me.
I didn’t know him at all, and yet, I couldn’t stop the way my thoughts lingered on him —slow, warm, and curious. I closed my eyes, as I slowly started to drift off into a deep sleep, content but fixated on him.
The Next Day
Tiffany rolled over in bed and draped her arm across my hip. Still half-asleep, I felt her gently pull me toward her, wanting my naked body to press against hers. I let myself melt back into her—my bare skin nestling into the warm curve of her body, my arse pressing softly against her pussy, her breasts molding against my back.
“Morning, gorgeous,” she whispered into my ear, her teeth gently nibbling on my earlobe. Her hand slid up my side, fingers curling around my breast. She gave it a soft squeeze, then flicked my nipple with a teasing touch.
I let out a satisfied soft moan. “Mmmm,” I murmured, perfectly content with just lying there while she touched me. A perfect way to start Sunday morning.
Tiffany kept playing with my nipple rolling it softly between her forefinger and , still nibbling at my ear. “Last night was so much fun,” she whispered.
“Mmmmm,” another soft moan escaped my lips as the memories from last night replayed in my mind like a film reel.
Then, her voice turned more mischievous. “Next time… we should totally bring someone home with us.”
Eyes still closed, I turned my head toward her and softly pressed my lips to hers. “You know I enjoy you alone just as much, right?”
She kissed me back—this time deeper, more passionate. Our lips parted and our tongues danced lazily together, tasting each other in slow waves. Between kisses, she whispered, “Well… I do know you thought Bec’s brother David was hot.”
My eyes fluttered open in surprise as I pulled back just a little. “You noticed that?”
She gave me a playful look. “Well, duh. It was kinda hard not to notice you staring at him the whole time he was looking for Bec.”
“Ooooo,” I giggled softly, “Well, he was looking super yummy. I wouldn’t have minded him getting his hands on me last night.”
Tiffany sat up, grinning. “You should soooo text him! I think I have his number.”
“What?” I sat up beside her, way more alarmed than I expected to be. “Hang on—how do you have his number?”
“Oh, relax,” she waved it off. “It’s not like that. I got it from Bec ages ago, when he was picking us up from one of the parties. You know, just in case her phone died or whatever.”
“Ahh, gotcha.” I leaned back in towards her my head resting softly on her chest, before mumbling, “Still… I don’t think so. I’m not forward like you.” I nudged her mockingly.
“Oh, you’re hilarious.” She stuck her tongue out and jabbed me playfully in the ribs. “Text him, text him, text him! Do it!”
I ignored her, rolling out of bed half to escape her pestering and half because I desperately needed to pee. As I stumbled into the bathroom, I glanced back over my shoulder. “No I can’t, besides, what would I even say?” I blurted out at her before shutting the door behind me.
A couple of minutes later, I slid back under the sheets, snuggling up against Tiffany once more. My hands wrapped around her and I felt the warmth of her skin pressing against mine as I closed my eyes.
Just as I got comfortable, my phone dinged. I reached over to the bedside table and checked the message.
Hey Jessica, yes I remembered you from last nigh standing in the lounge roomt! Nice to put a name to a pretty face—you looked amazing in your red dress. Bec isn’t in too much trouble. I think. Did you have fun last night?
I squinted at the message. Then looked up.
“Tiffany Louise” I glared at her. “What did you do?”
She smiled sweetly—way too sweetly. “Nothing.”
I scrolled up.
Hey David, I saw you at the party on Saturday night! Not sure if you remembered me—here’s a pic just in case! I hope Bec isn’t in too much trouble? xxxx Jessica!
I turned to her in disbelief. “Nothing, huh?” I pounced onto her, tackling her back onto the bed. “I can’t believe you actually messaged him—and you sent him a picture of me?!”
“Well, what did he say?” she asked, grinning wickedly.
“No way—I’m not telling you anything now.”
She wrestled back, managing to flip me over and pin me down. As her naked body straddled mine, pinning my arms beneath her thighs she stuck her tongue out at me.
“Come on, don’t be like that, Jess…” she said, giggling at me. “Besides, I am stronger than you and I am just gonna check myself anyway.”
She reached for my phone on the bedside table. As I struggled, trying to hold her off, but she eventually wriggled her way to it.
“Fine, you win,” I sighed, going limp beneath her.
She snatched the phone and read the message. “See? I was right!” she squealed.
“So what should I say next?” she teased.
“Oh my god, Tiff. You are unbelievable sometimes.”
“I know—I’m just so damn good to you, right?” she purred, as she leaned in and softly kissed me.
I groaned, my body arching into her. “Yes, you are…”
But as her lips grazed my skin and her fingers began to wander lower, my mind slipped—just for a moment—back to David’s eyes last night. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push the thought away. But it lingered. A
nd suddenly… texting him didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
“Well,” I sighed, helpless beneath her, “what do I even reply with?” She didn’t answer straight away. Instead, she kissed along my collarbone, slow and deliberate, sending another wave of shivers through me.
“Depends,” she murmured softly between kisses, “on what you want from him.” “I….I…” my body arching up again into her touch as her fingers softly traced over my wetness between my legs, “I want him to ask me out.”.
Tiffany stilled, her breath warm against my skin. Her lips pressed gently into my neck.
“Then tell him,” she whispered. “Tell him you were thinking about him.”
My breath caught as she said that, I couldn’t be that bold could I?.
She pulled back slightly, eyes catching mine, half-lidded and daring. “And mean it.”
My pulse thundered. I reached for my phone, thumb hovering over the screen. One message. One spark.
It was fun, but I might have had more fun if you had of stayed.