The First and Last Encounter

The First and Last Encounter


         Aya leaned her back against the wall next to an elegant asian-inspired table, on which her amaretto sour sat, almost untouched. “I should have just gotten water”, she thought, eyeing the crowd around her. Another one of Lisa’s parties, boring as usual. Not that Aya didn’t like parties, to an extent anyway, but only with people she knew and cared about. These people were either shallow, wealthy ass-kissers or wealthy celebrities, as Lisa’s parties were always about getting noticed. Lisa was wealthy herself and the likes of many of the rich and famous had many times graced her beautiful 3-story mansion in Los Angeles. Connections were nice but they were not everything. Although Lisa would not hear it. She thought Aya should come to get some connections of her own to further her career path as an artist and writer, as well as to have fun. But Aya was shy. And she didn’t recognize most of the people here. It was exciting to be around movie stars and the like but she still was not that phased.

         Aya quickly glanced around the large entry-room for Lisa but she was nowhere to be found. Small groups milled around, talking, joking, and just generally being fake. The hopeful undiscovered-s anxiously swarmed from group to group, hoping to be the next big thing. It was disgusting. Aya took a sip from her glass and decided to move to the third floor balcony to watch the sunset. As she made her way past the crowds and finally up the last lush red-carpeted spiral staircase, she was mildly aware of her surroundings and noticed a few stragglers standing alone with their drinks or making their way to the bathroom. She walked past them to the outside balcony and set her glass down on the railing.

         “Is this thing as lame to you as it is to me?”

         Aya’s heart jumped at the sound of another voice so close to her. She turned and saw a tall, dark-haired, incredibly handsome well-dressed man, holding a glass of wine; David Duchovny in fact. Her heart jumped again and her pulse quickened. She felt sick.

         “Um, yeah. It is kinda silly. Don’t know why I keep coming to these things.”

         Jesus Christ. Aya felt like she was daydreaming. David Duchovny was talking to her, for some unknown reason. Aya was quite the admirer and never thought someone like him would be someplace like this. This was unreal. But, but…he’s just a guy, a normal guy. No biggie.

But still…

         Aya was somewhat flattered at the acknowledgement, by Mr. Duchovny nonetheless, but wasn’t sure what to say and thought it would be better if he left her alone so she didn’t completely embarrass herself. But she was too enamored to say so.

         “Personally I come for all the hot chicks.”

         By his joking tone and the smile on his face, Aya thought the comment was sarcastic but couldn’t be sure. She never could convince herself to be sure of anything. Kind of a self-deprecating complex she had. It seemed like a David thing to say though.

         She smiled at him and nervously looked back at her barely-touched drink. She should be more polite. She couldn’t mess this up.

         “I’m sorry. I’m just not sure what to say…I mean…I really like your stuff...”

         She was losing it. She had to pull it together. Just be normal, for Christ’s sake.

         “Well thank-you. So I know I don’t have to introduce myself. But what’s your name?”

         “Aya. The host is a good, well, a friend of mine.”

         “Nice to meet you Aya.”

         He held out his hand. Aya shook it boldly while looking him in the eye, trying to overcome her uneasiness. It was warm but slightly moist from holding the half-downed glass. She was immediately overwhelmed with goose bumps. Her head felt hot.

         “So why aren’t you selling your soul like all the others here? Seems to work sometimes.”

         She smiled.

         “Guess I don’t fit in too well. I just came because Lisa invited me.”

         “Oh right. Yeah I met her. Pretty, and seems nice but there’s not much else there. No offense of course.”

         "Oh it’s ok. We’re not as close anymore but we still hang out. Knowing people is what it’s all about to her.”

         “Well I guess that’s why I’m up here talking to you.” He said with a half-smile that brought about the goose bumps again.

         He walked up to the banister next to her and looked out at the oceanic view. She was still getting over her disbelief at his presence, right beside her, while trying to stay cool. She followed his gaze. The sun was half-way swallowed by the horizon.

         “Oh that’s awesome. Isn’t it? Wow.”

         She was impressed by his seeming love for nature, even though to her knowledge everyone liked a sunset. Her anxiety began to level off.

         “I know. That’s why I came up here. It’s perfect, and away from ‘them’.

         She leaned forward a bit on the railing and her glass went sailing down onto the deck by the pool. She heard a faint shattering crash of glass shards.

         Great, she thought. Just fuckin' great. How embarrassing.

         David leaned over and stared at the ground as if studying the incident. He looked over at her and smiled. She gave him an awkward sideways glace and wrinkled her lips.

         “Ha ha. Whoops.” He chuckled. He reached out and touched her arm as he turned away from the banister.

         “What were you having?”

         “Oh, no it’s ok.”

         “You’re right. It is. So what was it?”

         “Ok, um, actually, just water. But you don’t have...”

         He nodded slightly, head down and looked at her as a mom does when her child misbehaves. He then turned and left to get her another glass.

         Half looking at the skyline and half at him, she watched him go. Her utter embarrassment transformed to desire once he was out of sight. He was terrific, amazing. He was cool, in every sense. Almost what she imagined he would be like after reading about him here and there. Another wave of disbelief made its way down her back. She wanted him so bad. She felt embarrassed for feeling this way but it couldn’t be ignored. Wave after wave of excitement rushed through her like the almost invisible waves of the ocean a mile away. It was infatuation and awe at its peak.

         Aya turned her full attention toward the horizon. She heard footsteps behind her. Her heart raced. A hand lightly touched her shoulder. She turned her head to meet his eyes.

         “Here you go.” He smiled.

         “Thanks.”

         She took a long drink. She realized her throat was dry as sandpaper, a feeling she usually got from talking a lot, which didn’t happen often.

         He took his place next to her, a bit closer. Was that intentional? Was it nothing? Was she being stupid for wondering?

         “You know, on the set of my last film, we were there late one night. Well, many nights actually. As I was walking to my car, I caught the end of a gorgeous sunset, like this...but had no one to share it with.”

         He looked at her calmly, cooly. Was he coming on to her? Her? Why? How many people were at this house? 200 at least? Was this happening for real? Maybe he was just being nice.

         Aya blushed and kept her eyes glued to the horizon line. It was just dark enough so he couldn’t see the details of her face, the embarrassment.
“I’m flattered that you wanna talk but there are a ton of people here. Why me? I’m not complaining of course but you’re…”

         “Why not?” he interrupted.

         She looked at him. She thought of them both leaning on this banister, what people would think, what Lisa would think. She’d be so proud, and jealous as hell. Not that that mattered to Aya. She was too caught up in this moment, this situation, this impossible situation.

         He gave her the half-smile again. She smiled back.

         “So I assume you’re some kind of artist right?”

         “Yes. I draw and model. I like games too.”

         “Video games? Really?”

         “Yeah. My degree is in Game Art”

         “No shit. Interesting. Yeah I like them to some extent. Don’t get much time to play, being a star and all.”

         She smiled at his Dave-ish sarcasm. He smiled back. He looked down at his drink, took a big gulp and set the glass down.

         “So you don’t really drink huh? That’s ok. That’s good actually.”

         She smiled and looked at the ocean.

         “Yeah, I’m glad I came up here,” he said, looking at Aya again.

         “Like you said, it’s such a nice view.”

         She blushed once more and took a gulp of water, not sure of what to say.

         “It’s nice not talking about me all the time. So many people ask all these questions. I mean, I love my fans but it gets tiring. Just wanna hang out you know?”

         “Oh yeah. Treated like a person. I always told myself if I came into contact with someone well-known, I wouldn’t be the rabid fan. It’s silly. I just wanna know the person.”

         Uhhh! Dummy!

         “Right, exactly. Maybe that’s why I’m attracted to you. I got that vibe.”
This is really happening. Aya’s whole body went into overdrive. She was hyper-alert. She tried to breathe normally.

         “You want a sip, before I finish it?” he asked, pointing to his glass of red wine.

         Weird question. But David was a silly guy.

         “No. Like you said, I don’t drink.”

         “What about Champaign? Every girl likes Champaign.”

         “Yes, I don’t mind that.”

         “Great!”

         He left before she could respond.

         She was getting antsy. Her whole body was on fire and she didn’t know what to do about it. Well she knew what she wanted to do; she just didn’t have the guts.

         A minute later he returned with a bottle of Champaign. She gulped down her water. He poured the Champaign into hers and his glass.

         “Thanks. But you didn’t have to.”

         “I wanted to. I don’t like wine that much.”

         They both took a sip and put their glasses down.

         “Well the sun is almost gone.”

         “Yeah seems so...” she uttered matter-of-factly.

         “You know, I can’t see you too well. Let’s go inside. There’s an empty room right over there.”

         He led the way to a huge, beautiful asian-inspired room. Lisa was big on Eastern architecture. A living room, with a wide-screen TV, dimmed lights, and wall scrolls on the east and west walls. A red shag throw was below the cherry wood table in the middle of the room. Two cushy chairs sat opposite each other and a long couch joined them.

         He put his glass down and started to make his way to the couch. Aya followed. As she went to join him, he stood up and touched her shoulders from behind. She froze.

         “I can stop. It’s ok. We did just meet”

         She turned around, heart racing once again.

         He leaned in. She felt sick and about to burst from desire. Yet at the same time she was scared, a bit confused, embarrassed, and especially disbelieving.

         He lightly touched her lips with his and placed his hands gently on her waist. Her face got hot and she felt weak.

         Oh my fucking god. Oh god.

         After a brief moment, she kissed him back, gently, with her hands touching his arms. Even just that was beyond words. She was breathless.

         He pulled his head back slightly, smiling.

         “See, now I can see you. Damn!”

         Her body pulsed with heat, especially her lips, cheeks and thighs. She looked into his eyes and felt weak again. She wanted to breathe in his breath and hold it forever in her lungs.

         He leaned in and kissed her again, lightly, slowly. Aya returned the gesture. It felt like he was waiting for her to go further, being a gentleman. She was surprised at her confidence, as she then pressed her lips more deeply into his. He returned, more than willingly, but not too hard. Perfect.

         It was pure heaven. His lips felt perfect. He knew exactly what to do. She savored every moment of that kiss and was almost drowned in it. His hands gripped her waist a bit tighter and he pulled her in closer. Her hands slipped inside his front pockets. She tugged gently at them, wanting him as close as possible. He tilted his head a bit more and she felt his tongue lightly enter her mouth, tracing her top lip. She let him and almost melted to the floor. But she kept steady. Her hands went up to his neck. She was letting him know that her feelings were very mutual, although she still felt a bit uneasy, nervous.

         He pulled away slightly, her body yearning for him to stay. But she let him go.

         Another half-smile. He bowed his head below hers and lightly kissed the right side of her neck. That was a weak spot for Aya. She steadied her failing legs and tilted her head back, moaning quietly. He continued being gentle, planting big, open-mouthed kisses, then licking up the rest of the way. He switched to the other side and did the same.

         Then he stopped again and pulled away. He looked at her, smiled, then casually took her hand and led her to the table. She sat down, legs dangling off the side. He faced her and moved in close, until he was pressed against the table, which forced her legs to straddle his hips. He brushed his hands down the sides of her legs, gently. Then back up, finally resting on her waist. He looked down at her, and kissed the top of her head. Her arms wrapped around his back. She ran the tips of her fingers down his shoulder blades to his waist and back up again. He shivered slightly but remained in control.

         He took one hand and swept her hair from her face and it joined the rest of her locks around the back of her shoulders, long and loose. He then cupped her face and kissed her lightly, then deeply. Her hormones soared and an electric current sizzled up and down her body, briefly stinging her fingertips and toes. She edged closer to him, if that was possible. Her bent knees lifted off the table and gently rubbed up the sides of his chest.

         As his well-built arms clutched hers, Aya felt his tongue enter her mouth once more, slowly exploring its depths. She reciprocated. She felt a large mass between his legs press against her pelvic bone and she whimpered softly. She was breathing heavily and her eyes felt like they were glazing over. He kissed her harder and playfully bit her lower lip. She traced his with her tongue. She felt like collapsing but kept steady.

         He let her go once more, his hands now holding hers at her sides. He lowered his head and stared at her, as he seemed to love doing. At first, she thought this practice of stopping and starting again was frustrating her, but realized she enjoyed the teasing and the act just made her want him more. Perhaps that was the intention all along. She knew he knew what he was doing. He knew exactly how to draw her in and keep her there. It wasn’t devious in intention. Although she knew he loved her responses to him, he did what he did as much for her as for him. His gentleness and gentlemanly manner let her know he wanted to please her and keep her happy.

         Then he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide to the floor. He leaned in again to kiss her, holding her hands on the table. His lips then made their way to Aya’s right ear, another vulnerable spot for Aya. He lightly and playfully toyed with it, his tongue tracing its inner and outer contours. She moaned and her head tilted to the opposite side to allow him better access. Out of reflex, she tried to lift her hands, but he kept them snugly under his on the table. She moaned again, wanting to touch him; he kept her hands restrained and she started to tug to free them. He moved to her left ear. She tugged some more. The heat of his breath subsided momentarily and she felt his lips form into another half-smile.

         Oh God.

         She knew he was loving every second he could hold the volcano inside her at bay. She loved it too. Finally, he let go of her hands and she instantly wrapped them around his head, stroking his hair. She kissed him deeply, pressing her lips to his. They explored each others mouths with intense longing. Aya sucked on his lower lip. He moaned in delight. His hands reached back and unzipped her dress. She quickly struggled to kick it off. He ran his hands up and down the sides of her torso. She unbuckled his pants and he unzipped them. He shook them off. They were both heaving from excitement and longing.

         He quickly unhooked her bra and sucked on her right nipple. She threw her head back in ecstasy. He stopped momentarily to slip off her panties. He held her close in a bear hug. She felt his mass move between her legs and she knew she would explode if he didn’t accommodate her soon. She moaned in anticipation and delight.

         She reached down to slip off his boxers, but he remained in an embrace. He wanted to feel her body, as well as tease her. Aya heard a faint chuckle and she looked up at him. He eyed her calmly and backed away, ending his tight grip. She quickly slipped off his boxers and she pulled him in. His hand slipped down between her legs. She was soaked and he moaned in delight.

         “Oh god, oh god,” she sighed.

         He suddenly thrust himself inside her and she yelped in surprise. When she caught her breath, she wrapped her legs around him tightly. He moved his hips slowly forward and back. Aya’s nails dug into his back and trailed down his spine. Then she kissed his neck and chest. He moaned with pleasure. He stopped moving and withdrew. She looked at him with what seemed like a horrified stare. He was teasing again. He crawled onto the table and spun her 45 degrees, facing him. He laid her down and climbed on top, entering her once again.

         She moaned louder and wrapped her legs around him, trembling. He kissed her forehead and began to move back and forth a second time. She stared at him, glassy-eyed and was lost in the moment.

         Oh God, yes…

         He moved a bit faster and she squeezed him with her pelvic muscles. He let out a yelp and breathed through his teeth. This time she smiled. Her hands gripped his hips and moved them in synch with him. She pushed gently on them. He quickened his pace.

         They each moaned more and more, louder and louder as the minutes flew by. A drop of sweat dripped down onto her breast and hurried down the side of her chest to her back.

         David’s face was slightly scrunched. She felt him harden inside her. He closed his eyes and pressed his chin to his chest. She dug into his back. He threw his head back, mouth wide open, and she felt a warm explosion inside her. He let out a loud sigh and toppled on top of her, her legs still gripping him tightly.

         He panted in her ear and she kissed his ear, nibbling on the lobe. Both of them were sweaty and their bodies formed a wet suction. She could feel she was dripping down his thigh.

         “Amazing” he whispered in her ear. She shivered from his breath. She was speechless. He kissed her deeply once more, got off of her and helped her up.

         “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he murmured, looking her up and down. Aya shivered again, from flattery and embarrassment. He grabbed his pants and started to dress. He handed her her clothes.

         When they were both dressed, he helped off the table and held her hands at her sides for a moment. Then he walked her back to the balcony. It was a bit chilly now. He stood behind her and hugged her. She held his hands in front of her, staring at the now moonlit sky.

         He moved her hair away from her right ear.
“Thank-you for a wonderful evening, Aya,” he whispered softly. “You are incredible.”
She turned her head to the right to meet his eyes. That half-smile again that made her weak. He kissed her lips, then her forehead. His hands dropped to her waist. Then they slipped away. She looked back at the moon and trembled again, lost in infatuation. She turned around to find he was gone. Her eyes searched the balcony and then inside. Nothing.

         She walked inside and back into the room they had just been in. No one there either. How had he disappeared so fast? A stain of red caught her eye. She walked over to the table to see a single rose. She inhaled its scent deeply. It smelled not only like a rose did, but like him. She shivered and pressed the rose to her chest.

         Jesus. This did really happen didn’t it?