Chapter 2: Our First Time II

The time went by so fast. We only had 1 cocktail. ‘We’d better get back upstairs,’ Hazel said. I know she didn’t mean it as she was giving me the bottom lip and sad eyes look. ‘I would love to stay here with you, but tongues will start wagging’

‘I know a tongue that wants to wag,’ I said and smiled as I stood up.

‘Hazel playfully pushed me away ‘You’re such a weirdo,’ she said laughing.

‘That’s why you like me,’ I said.

‘Who said I like you?’ she creased her face up to show it was a question which she already knew the answer to.

I smiled back. ‘Your body told me,’ I said laughing.

‘You wish,’ Hazel said and started walking in front of me. I could now see the glorious view from behind. The flesh of her back moving down to where the dress moved delicately over her arse as she walked. I found myself, not for the first time, staring at her arse. I really loved her arse.

As we got to the top of the stairs, our intention was to sit together during the meal so we could carry on being close. However, as soon as her team saw her, they ran over and grabbed her ‘Hazel, we have saved a seat for you with us,’

I looked over to where they were going. There was only one seat. For a few seconds I felt a little deflated. I wanted Hazel to myself, next to me so we could flirt and keep the sexual tension going between us. As she was led away, Hazel turned and mouthed ‘Sorry,’ to me. I smiled back – we both knew there would be plenty of time to be together that evening.

I scanned the room and saw my boys being loud on the other side. Paul spotted me and shouted ‘Phil, get your arse here, we’ve been waiting for you!’

With that, I walked over and sat down. The meal was fun and the drinks flowed. My boys are so funny; you can’t help but laugh all the time with them. During the meal, I found myself glancing over to Hazel and caught her doing the same back at me. Sometimes, for some reason, we both looked away immediately, as if everyone else would catch us looking at each other. Other times, we just smiled. It was clear that, despite having a laugh with our friends separately, we just wanted the meal to be over so we could carry on talking.

After the main course, I was a few drinks down and started to walk round to mingle. It was all a ploy to get to Hazel and her team. I would use talking to her team as an excuse to be with her.

Hazel seemed to have the same idea and we saw ourselves walking towards each other. The room was set up with 3 long tables that ran the length of the floor and we were walking between the same set of 2 tables. As we met, we just stood there ‘This is awkward,’ she said with a smile

I raised my glass cheers, I said, and we chinked. I then saw a couple of spare seats behind her. I put my hand on her hip and started to ‘squeeze’ past her. The gap was small, and her breasts brushed me.

‘Fancy a seat?’ I said pointing to the spare ones ‘Or we could just stand here,’ I looked down so she knew I was talking about her breasts gently touching me.

‘Dream on,’ she said, turned and went to the seats. As she moved, she deliberately pushed her breasts against me a little more. I could see her smiling as she walked away.

The evening moved on, Speeches from the CEO and then the music started. This is another thing I love about Hazel - her zest for life. We were sitting having a conversation as the music blared into life.

‘Dance!’ she immediately said – ignoring our chat. She grabbed me and we hurried through the row of tables to the small dance floor. We were the first on and we immediately showed the office how dancing should be done. When I say we, I should probably say Hazel as I am not the best dancer. I will stay on the floor all night and strut my moves, but I could be better. Hazel was straight into, jumping up and down, singing at the top of her voice, grabbing people who were sitting close to the floor to get them –’yep,’ I smiled to myself ‘She is so me’

We never left the floor for an hour. Now and again we danced close or even with each other but generally, we were mixing with all our friends. I still looked at Hazel and she did the same to me – just making sure we both knew we were there. I honestly couldn’t take my eyes of her.

Eventually, Hazel danced up to me, leant over and whispered, ‘Fancy another cocktail? I think everyone is too busy to notice now’

I pretended I couldn’t hear her above the music, so I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer ‘Sorry, what was that?’

She pushed closer to me; her breasts squashing against me. Fuck it felt good, ‘You heard me you idiot – let’s get a drink.’

With that, we walked through the hall, down the stairs and back into the cocktail bar.

After our fist cocktail, we both completely forgot they were at the works Christmas party and ordered another, then another. In fact, we stayed there for another 2 hours. No one had seen us, but we had seen many leaving the party. We were in the corner, hidden away, not just from them, but the outside world. It was our little hideaway.