It was early December when I came home from College. UCT first year felt more of a transitional period for me, making new friends, adjusting to living with a roommate, learning my way around the school and getting to classes on time.
The subjects weren’t that hard yet, but the following year would require effort so I was intent on enjoying my holiday. I’ve always been a good student, my step dad sat on the school board attending financial AGMs and my mom more the socialite. Involved in parent teacher associations and any event she could get her hands on when she wasn’t working her regular day job.
This year a pre-Christmas party was to be held at our place to get friends and colleagues together. I always hated them but my mom insisted I join because it would look better if the family was portrayed whole. Even though I always preferred being alone, especially after my parents’ divorce. I was also ever so happy to be going to college after my mom had my little brother with her new husband, he’s turning 8 soon and will be going to grade 3 next year. He’s so annoying, a proper spoilt little brat.
I phoned up some of my friends and spent the next two weeks hanging out and catching up with them. Went to some parties, spent some days at the pool at my place. Even had movie nights and sleepovers with my girlfriends, but no particular significant other just yet. I didn’t have time for any relationships the past year, and the boys from high school never really interested me much, except for Jacques Keen, but he moved towns in our senior year, the view was never the same.
The best part about summer is the warmth, the sun that refreshes your soul and browns your skin until you’re glowing from the inside out. Shopping for sexy beachwear and sandals. Lying by the pool reading a novel and having an afternoon nap and waking up refreshed. Showering and getting ready for a night out on the town and putting on your best. OH NO, I had done just that, I spent most of the day helping to set up and prepare foods and décor for the Christmas Party. Swam some laps, lay in the sun, went to my room.. and I overslept! I had an hour before people started arriving.
I climbed off the bed and caught my reflection in my long-tilted mirror. My hair all messy but so alluring, long silky brown with natural lighter highlights from the sun. I stopped to see how my tan was coming along. My skin looked so healthy against my deep crimson red strappy bikini I bought at Roxies the other day with Tammy.
I moved the top aside, exposing my full firm breasts and could see the distinct change in dark to the light on my boobs. I then moved my hands down to my bikini bottom, two straps on each side holding the bottom together. I put my fingers in both sides and struck a pose, pulling one side a bit lower. Looking at my strappy tan lines and moving my arms in closer to squeeze my boobs closer together, so full, I was turning myself on. But enough, I must go shower.
I grabbed my towel and walked down the hallway, the bathroom door was closed. I shouted to my brother that if he was in there he had to hurry up so I could shower. I stood there impatiently with one arm leaning against the wall above me and the other on my hip. The door flew open, it was not my brother!
Before me stood a tall beautiful man, oh my…, I immediately dropped my stance and apologised feeling embarrassed. He looked like he had just seen a ghost, looking me up and down. Speechless, my nipples immediately went hard and he fumbled words together and said ‘not at all, it’s my fault’. I dropped by earlier to meet with Mr Thompson (my step dad) before the party started.
We both hesitated, each taking a step forward to make our way past each other. We sheepishly smiled and he took a step back and let me go first. I walked past him into the bathroom and said thank you. I could sense he found me attractive and as he pulled the door closed I could feel him taking once last look at my near naked body. It felt like my skin was on fire.
I showered, put my towel on and peeked out the door. The hallway was clear so I made a dash for my room and got ready. I did my hair and makeup, put on a little black dress with matching stiletto’s.
After I heard the doorbell ringing I took a deep breathe and walked into the foyer dining area. I could see my mom opening the door and greeting the guests with overwhelming cheer. Always the life of the party. She told the guests they could help themselves to drinks outside by the pool where they will find the other guests. I asked if she needed my help with anything and she said yes, go make small talk with the guests until everyone else gets here. The crowd is still small and I don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable.
I stepped out onto the patio and saw a few people mingling so I went over and said hello. We all introduced ourselves and got talking. One lady, a teacher from Durban and the other a wife of one. She said they had just moved to town so I gave her some tips and told her where to go to get certain things she liked, which wasn’t too difficult as she seemed very plain and ordinary, she didn’t even wear make-up.
Just then I saw my step-dad walk outside and right behind him was the man I bumped into at the bathroom. He walked up to us, his stride perfect and confident and the woman I’d been speaking to said hello Honey. I’d like you to meet Mr Thompsons daughter, Jennifer. I looked at him and smiled again. He came forward and shook my hand, stating his name, Mark. I said nice to meet you… What brings the both of you here?
He explained that he was a school teacher for various grades and that his wife was transferred to JHB for business and that since his line of work is more flexible than hers he quit his job and would be looking for a new one here. Turns out she worked at the same firm as my mother and she would be the new head of corporate tax after one of the other ladies retired.
It all sounded very interesting but I could feel myself being distracted by the way he stood with his hands in his pockets, his white sleeves rolled up. He had amazing forearms. I heard my name, it was Tammy. I waved and turned to the couple and said it was lovely meeting the both of you, please have a lovely evening and all the best in finding work Mr... 'Mr Smith' he said, and off I went to go chat to Tammy whom I’d invited to keep me company throughout the what would normally be a boring event. I was so grateful she pitched up when she did.
As the night progressed everyone had a wonderful time. I gazed over at Mark a few times when he wasn’t looking, not making it obvious to anyone. I found him extremely handsome and had never experienced such a physically instinctive shock as I had earlier. This time he caught my gaze and I looked away, shit.
The night came to a close and we said goodbye to everyone one by one. Eventually they said goodnight and he was ever the gentleman not letting on that he caught me staring at him.
I had a yearning in my lower abdomen. One I hadn’t had since being home. A burning sensation, I said goodnight and went to my room and locked the door. I closed my curtains and again stood before my mirror. My eyes filled with lust.