| I circulated for awhile, schmoozing with the best of them. You never know you'll meet at these things. Being a singer it was in my best interests to have as many friends as possible in the entertainment industry, plus, I got to be surrounded by gorgeous men for a few hours. Who wouldn’t mingle a little? Being the musical person I am, I ended up on the dancefloor shaking my thang to the sultry R & B rhythm. I dance pretty well if I do say so myself. What happened next is scorched onto the inside of my brain. I usually dance with my eyes closed pretty much most of the time. I can’t help it. The rhythm gets me and the feeling takes over. I was getting my groove on, Missy Elliot was strutting her stuff on the sound system and life was looking sweet. The next song started. I’ll never forget it. "Sweaty" by Jodeci (if you’re not familiar with this song I suggest you get it. It’s on the ‘Diary of a Mad band’ album). I ran my hand through my hair and slowed down my pace, then became aware of a presence, a close presence right behind me. I recognized his aftershave. Ralph Lauren. Last time I smelled it, I was stood at the bar. I continued to dance, adding a little more concentration to it this time. He continued to stand behind me. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. By this time I was worried my hair was going to catch fire. I don’t know if he was dancing then, I daren’t turn round to look yet, my heart was still pounding. I knew it was coming, but all the same, when his hand touched my hip, my stomach did a backflip. I let out an inaudible gasp and turned my head slightly. I didn’t need to turn far. His face was right behind me and above. He looked down and locked eyes with me again. 2 seconds is a long time when you find yourself staring dumbly back at Paul Walker. We remained expressionless and I faced front again, still moving. His fingers parted and moved all the way round my waist, drawing me closer to him. His other hand moved slowly down my bare left arm. I bit my lip and ran my hand through my hair again. The hand on my arm disappeared, then re-appeared to move my hair from my neck. I could feel him breathing on me. My neck tingled as the warm air rushed over it. I closed my eyes again and let myself go. "I’m Paul." He whispered in my ear. Well, it sounded like a whisper to me but my brain registered it as a scream. Did he think I don’t know who he is? Let him believe if it makes him feel better. I turned my face to look at him again. "I’m Kerry." I said. The words caught in my throat. His face was approximately an inch from mine and I could feel his breath on my mouth. He was studying my face and I just mooned at him. That’s what I felt I was doing. Mooning. His lips curled slightly at the corners and we got eye contact again. He moved the hand that was resting on my stomach. His grip tightened. I breathed out. He smiled again and I looked away again. While all this was going on our bodies had been moving to the music. That slow grind that you always wanted to do but never got the chance to act out. His whole body was pressed up against my back as I felt his lips brush my shoulder. Call it reflex’s but I couldn’t stop my right hand reaching up behind me, looking for the back of his head. I leaned my head back and rested it in the space between his left shoulder and neck. His right hand touched my hand, the one I hand just lost in his hair, then ran all the way down my arm to my waist. My whole body was aching by this time, if he didn’t stop soon I was likely to make a spectacle of myself right there on the dancefloor. Have you ever been caught in a moment so intense you don’t notice the 200 people surrounding you? That’s how I was right then. In my mind I was stood alone in a room with Paul Walker’s hands on my body and his lips teasing my skin. His hand went on the move again, bringing me back to my senses. I was wearing a leather skirt that barely covered my backside, with a little split on the left side. His hand flattened on my thigh and I covered it with my own. His fingers were digging in as he tried to move his hand back up, pulling the skirt with in. I held it there. His hand tightened into a fist, grasping my skirt and his breath sharpened on my neck. His lips were round by my ear again and his breathing was shallow and quick. I felt like I was gasping for breath. All of a sudden he let go of my skirt and pulled my hand out of his hair, turning me round. He pulled me back to him again and leaned forward, so his nose was touching mine. I gulped. His hands slid down my back (my top was backless) and a shiver ran down my spine. One hand stayed in the small of my back, the other ran over my backside to the back of my thigh. I lifted my head to look at him and his lips brushed mine, brought on by the motion of him pulling my leg up to rest on his thigh. He slipped his leg in between mine. We just swayed, looking at each other. I vaguely remember I was shaking a little and he looked down at my hand as it slid over his shoulder round his neck. |
| The After Party Part 2 |