The Introduction
Amelia's POV
The woman smiled brightly and flirtatiously said, “Oh, you're right! Your friend here almost dumped my drink.” She gestures towards me as she speaks.
“Correct. But instead, she walked into your friend’s chest.” Zoe said while grazing the woman’s hand.
The interaction between the two was electric and mesmerizing. It was like watching a dance. I couldn’t take my eyes off them despite the fact that the man was staring at me. I felt my panties getting wet from the chemistry.
“Hi, I’m Zoe.” Zoe put out her hand to the redhead.
“Nice to meet you, Zoe. I’m Isla.” she said with a huge smile while taking Zoe’s hand. Zoe’s smile deepened and the two were now engrossed in their own private conversation leaving me standing there awkwardly with her male friend.
He smiled and said, “Would you like to sit?”
I nodded relieved.
“Would you like a drink?” I nodded again as it seemed that I had lost my voice. He smiled again and said, “I’m afraid that I’m not a mind reader. What would you like?”
How fucking embarrassing, Amelia! I chastised myself. “I’m sorry, I just never do this kind of thing and I’m a bit nervous.”
“What kind of thing?” His eyes were twinkling when he asked, as if he already knew the answer.
“Talk to strangers at restaurants or bars.” I said quickly knowing that my cheeks were red.
“Hello, I’m Patrick.” He offered his hand in a friendly shake.
“I’m Amelia.” I said as I took his hand knowing that mine were shaking and sweating as the nerves kicked in. He’s so hot. Why is he even talking to me?
“There we are now friends and not strangers.” He said as he held my hand and smiled warmly. The warmth and electricity flowing through our hands made me breathless. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He smelled so good in this close proximity. I had dreamed about him since that first time on my 21st birthday. Seeing him every year would make that dream appear again and again. Each time more passionate than the last. It was almost humiliating to think of all the dirty scenarios that I played in my head with him while I dreamed, causing me to wake up with soaking panties. The thought made me smile nervously and my panties wet. Oh, the things that I did in those dreams.
That’s when I noticed it. On his wrist on the left side was a tattoo. It was a tribal rune. One that I was all too familiar with. I stopped the conversation and stared for a moment at the tattoo.
He took notice, “It’s a rune. It is called Algiz and it means protection or shield.” He spoke.
“It also means elk. My grandmother told me stories of the runes and their meanings.” I said with fascination. “She calls me her little Elk.”
“Mine did too,” he said proudly. “She also called me her little Elk.”
I smiled at him, really admiring him. He truly was a fine specimen. Besides his gorgeous eyes. He had dirty blonde hair cut surfer style, but clean. He was clean shaven except for a beard that was nicely trimmed. He had a very chiseled face with obvious muscles down his body. He was very similar to football players and roughly the same height as my brother.
He seemed to enjoy my staring and leaned in saying, “Do you like what you see?”
I blushed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like it.” He smirked devilishly. Which gained him another blush as I quickly looked away. Thankfully the bartender showed up at that moment before I was red the entire evening.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
Zoe ordered a Chardonnay. Isla and Patrick ordered a White Russian each. I ordered hard apple cider.
“Interesting drink choice.” He spoke.
“It’s been the drink that I prefer at bars since I turned 21.” I responded.
“I’ve never had one. What does it taste like?” He asked.
“Apple beer is the best I can describe it.” Replied Zoe.
“Hmm, I take it you don’t like it?” He asked Zoe.
“Not at all. It’s just alcoholic apple juice.” She said with disdain.
Isla giggled, “I like it.”
I smiled at her. “Would you like to try it?” I asked him.
“Yes, would you like to try mine?” He asked. I nodded. I had wanted to try a White Russian for a while now, but none of my friends drank it and I didn’t want to spend the money on it if I hated it.
While we waited, we continued to talk. Zoe and Isla flirting shamelessly. The drinks arrived and we swapped so that we could each try the others. I liked his drink.
“What do you think?” He asked.
“That’s delicious once you move past the burn. I love coffee so I don’t know why I didn’t try this.” I said clearly knowing what it was. “What do you think?”
“Fruity beer, but I like it. It reminds me of my grandmother’s cider she used to make during the holidays.” He said with a grin. I started to hand him his drink and he shook his head. “That one is yours now. I’m not giving this back.”
I giggled but nodded. I looked at Zoe. “We should go back to the table before Amber sends a search party.”
Zoe nodded. “Why don’t you two join us? We are celebrating Amelia’s birthday today.”
“Happy birthday, Amelia. It’s my birthday too!” Squealed Isla.
I smiled and said, “now you must join. Happy Birthday, Isla!”
They both looked at one another and agreed. We left the bar with our drinks and joined our friends. We slid around the booth and table that we had booked. I sat on the outside to greet my guests. Mark and Zane walked in just as we were about to sit down. Both walked right up to me giving me gifts and a giant hug followed by a kiss on the temple each. I thanked them and greeted the rest of my guests that had just arrived.
We all sat and talked. It was like Patrick and Isla were a part of our group. I kept glancing at him and found his hand near my thigh at one point, which made me move it closer to him. He glanced at me and smiled. I returned the smile and returned to our meal and fun. My heart fluttered from the heat near my leg. My panties wet with anticipation. I placed my hand on his thigh and asked, “having fun?” I was going to take him home with me. I had been dreaming about him for five birthdays. I decided when I saw him at the bar that I was going to fuck him. Even if it was one night. I needed this and wanted it. I was kind of sad to see Isla and Zoe hit it off so well. A part of me wanted her too. Oh well, at least I can get one.