Looking for Mr. Darcy

Elizabeth walked into a bar for the first time in her life. It was her first time in a big city night scene. It was what they called ''Happy Hour" when all the single guys and girls leave their jobs and go for a beer. She was from a small town and always wondered how it felt to be in a place like that. She didn't want to go out at first because she didn't feel she had the right outfit but her best friend Jane insisted.

They were spending a few days in the metropolis attending a Seminar on Jane Austen. They both went to the same University and worked at the same school. They became best friends after their first class on English Literature a few years ago. Now they were getting close to the end of their course and thought that they should start looking for their Mr. Darcy. Jane was convinced that they could find some good prospects in that spot because outside in the parking lot they could see expensive cars everywhere. When they passed through Jane said:

"Look, Lizzy. I believe there are more chances our Mr. Darcy is here because nobody could just walk here. Look at their rides. At least one or two of these guys must be a good prospect. They cannot all be dimwits."

"I don't know, Jane, but I am glad you think so. Personally, I will be happy if I can get a decent conversation and a good drink."

"Cheer up, Lizzy. You won't get any attention looking like you lost your cat."

"I feel like I swallowed a cat. This dress makes me look pregnant."

"Oh, shut up and smile. And I said smile. Do not grin. Nobody needs to know you have all your teeth."

"Fine.''

Once inside, Elizabeth and Jane started looking around trying to see who looked rich, intelligent, witty and good-looking. However, they would both settle for good-looking for now. There were not many women inside so it seemed all of the men present were looking at them.

''Lizzy, I feel naked.''

''Jane, I feel pregnant.''

''Oh, you can be so annoying. I already said you look great. What else do you want me to say?''

''That you need glasses.''

''Look Lizzy, those two are staring at us.''

''Jane, all of them are staring at us. There are not many female specimens out tonight.''

''I know, but those two are staring and talking about us. I swear.''

''How do you know?''

''I can tell by the smiles on their faces.''

''They are probably wondering what a pregnant woman is doing here on a week night in a bar for single people.''

''I refused to dignify that with an answer. Stop obsessing over your outfit.''

The two guys seemed to be still looking at them.

''Ok, Jane. I believe they do look interested and somewhat interesting.''

''Lizzy, which one do you prefer?''

''Well, of course I like the tall one. You are shorter so you can keep the shorter one.''

''I don't mind. They are both very cute. I like their suits.''

''Of course you like their suits. Most of the guys you know do not even own a tie.

''Hahaha! How very true! It is definitely an upgrade.''

The two girls were having so much fun they didn't realize the guys were standing right next to them now. When Jane realized she let out a small cry and Lizzy almost spilled her drink. Great beginning. What would they think of them now - two simpletons that could not even hold a drink or look blasé and cool like sophisticated girls. The shorter one spoke first.

''Hi, girls. Would you like to join us for a drink? There is a table over there we can sit and actually listen to each other. The music on this side is a bit loud.''

That was not a bad line. Honest and direct. No jokes. No cheesy lines.

''That will be nice.'' said Jane.

''Fine by me'' said Elizabeth still feeling pregnant and wondering if one of them had a twisted fantasy about fucking a pregnant woman. She should hurry up and find a clever way to let them know she was NOT pregnant.''

They followed the two guys and to their disbelief they pulled the chairs for them to seat. They looked at each other and tried not to let their jaw drop. They had to be desperate for female company.

"First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is William, but you can call me Will. This is my friend Richard, but you can call him Fitz. Don't ask me why. He never told me." Pleasantries were exchanged and they introduced themselves as well.

Elizabeth did not like short guys and even though this one was still taller than her he still fit in the short category according to her standards. However, she had to admit his eyes were big and round with a tenderness about them she couldn't really describe.

"Ladies, what would you like to drink?" asked the tall one called Fitz-for-some-reason-they-would-never-know.

"I'd like a Cosmo" said Jane, indulging a fantasy of being Carrie Bradshaw from Sex And The City.

"And I'd like a shot of tequila." said Elizabeth.

Even though they did not look like perverts, she knew that a girl could never be sure and decided to order a strong drink so he would know for sure she was not pregnant.

Drinks were ordered and brought to the table and by the end of the first thirty minutes; Jane was engrossed in a conversation with Fitz while Elizabeth meditated on the fact that Will looked taller by the minute. The conversation flowed more than the drinks but the sensation of feeling light and elated persisted. Lizzy wondered why since they were talking about mundane subjects.
 

“You are too refreshing to be from the city, Lizzie. Where are you from?”

“I’m from a place of no importance whatsoever. You would be bored if I told you.” Said Elizabeth, trying to sound nonchalant while keeping an air of superior confidence as if she were sophisticated and mysterious.

“I doubt it.” He laughed softly. “But I am glad you chose to be here tonight. The city feels even more special. Even though you probably think I say that to every girl I meet.”

“Do you?” she provoked him by whispering  these words very close to his ears controlling herself not to nibble his earlobe.  Ohh. She should not have come so close. He smelled divine. Lizzie felt entranced by the mixture of scents and feelings her body was experiencing. Control yourself she told herself. If you are not careful you are going to start drooling on his shirt. Mmm, nice shirt too, probably  a Ralph Lauren.

“Are you provoking me to say things that will make me sound silly while you pose as a femme fatale?” Will said waking her up from her reverie.

“Femme fatale,  moi?” she tried to recompose herself. “Now, you are the one provoking me into saying something that I do not mean. The pose you refer to  is called “Tequila” and if I am not careful I am quickly going to end “femme banale”, Lizzie said without being able to control her urge to rhyme. She did that without thinking sometimes, even in French. He probably wouldn’t understand it anyway. He would think she was drunk.

“Parlez-vous français, ma chérie?’’ To her disbelief, Will asked her if she spoke French in a flawless accent.

Shit. Lizzie thought. He can fucking speak fucking French. I think I came a little – she thought of a random character in a movie saying that. Oh dear. She had to stop watching so many British movies or movies about Britain, whatevah.

‘’I suppose not as well as you do! That accent was impressive!’’ she could not disguise her admiration and that annoyed her a little but he seemed unfazed and not proud at all. What a puzzling man. Charming, yet disarmingly honest.

‘’I thank you. But I owe it to my parents who sent me to…’’

‘’Lyon!’’ said both of them together.

‘’I can’t believe it.’’ They said it together again.

Obviously they started talking about their experiences in France and found out they loved the same places and mostly the same food.  She was mesmerized by the whole thing.  He did have a wonderful sense of humor and better yet, seemed to find her quite amusing. It was so nice to be appreciated for a change. She could not remember the last time someone laughed at her jokes instead of having just a blank look on his face. They even finished each other sentences.

“I love the way your eyes sparkle when you smile.” He said of all a sudden making her blush. Thank goodness for the dark ambiance or she would have looked like a twelve-year-old girl. She did let out a giggle but luckily he found it charming.

“It’s just the tequila shining through.” She said, even though she wanted to say he was the reason for that sparkle.

“I think not. I noticed it before you ordered your drink.” He said that and touched her hand under the table causing an electrifying response. He had soft hands, she thought. Feeling like a schoolgirl she gave him her brightest smile happy to share a secret with him. Elizabeth though the other couple wouldn’t have noticed their caresses even if they were over the table since Jane and Fitz seemed to be having a very animated conversation and were oblivious to what was happening around them.

The room was still crowded but they seemed to be suspended in time and space. All the noises seemed faint or maybe it was her heart that beat so loud. Listening to him she still managed to notice that his hair, darker than his eyes, was most alluring. She didn't know if it was the tequila or his hair look really silky and shiny. Before she could think, the words were already coming out of her mouth:

"Will, can I touch your hair? I made a bet with myself that I must be a little tipsy because your hair looks too silky to be true."

"Be my guest, Lizzy. You can touch any part of me your heart desires."

That should have sounded a bit dirty but to Lizzy’s ears it sounded just right. Even though she just met him, she felt a connection so strong that it felt they have known each other for years.

All of a sudden, they heard a noise or lack thereof, which indicated the bar was about to close for the night. The music had stopped. All you could hear was clings and clanks from the waiters cleaning up the tables. Elizabeth felt such a deep and instant sadness realizing that wonderful moment was coming to an end. Will must have felt the same because at the moment he looked at her and said, “Would you like to go to some place else?”

“Yes, please.” Where was her eloquence? Where was the cautious Elizabeth, always suspicious of everyone and everything? Was she really going to let this perfect stranger take her somewhere else in that big city she didn’t know? Why did she trust him? Could she be wrong if it felt so right? She thought not. She threw caution to the wind and decided to let him take her wherever he thought they should go.

She looked at Jane and asked her if she would go to the restroom with her. Jane agreed and there they went each one with a bigger smile on their faces. Once inside the restroom they burst out laughing like two teenagers. They laughed so hard, other people started looking at them as if they were wasted.

“Lizzy, could you imagine we would have so much fun tonight?”

“I have to be honest, Jane. I thought it was going to be a disaster. I came to please you and I am not sorry I did. Not sorry at all.” Lizzy said looking up as if daydreaming.

“I see how Will looks at you. I think you might have bewitched his soul.” Jane winked at her quoting their favorite movie.

Elizabeth laughed softly. “How about Fitz? He seemed to be quite interested in what you had to say.

“I know! It was quite refreshing.” Said Jane, using yet again another quote from their favorite movie. They both liked to insert parts of their favorite Jane Austen books or movie adaptations in their conversation. They even didn’t have to try really hard. They read them so many time it would be hard not to quote them.

“Well, Jane. I hope Fitz will take you home because I am not going home just yet.”

“Lizzy, please be serious! Where are you going with him? You don’t know where anything is here in the city or anybody for that matter.”

“I know him.” Elizabeth said with a smile on her face.

“Well, Lizzy, I do trust your judgment more than anybody in the world. If he was lucky enough to make you feel secure, I am sure he is a very good guy.”

“Thank you, Jane. It makes me feel better because I know I shouldn’t but I can help myself. He makes me feel so special. I never felt like this before. What if I am to die tomorrow? What if I never see him again for some reason? In a situation such as this, caution would be unpardonable. I would have to be out of my wits not to go with him.”

“And where are you going?” said Jane retouching her lipstick.

“I do not know and I do not care. She said he knows another place that will still be open at this time.” Lizzy finished adding more mascara to her long lashes. “Do you want to come with us?”

Jane thought about it for a moment and said, “I am not so enamored of my friend. He is nice enough but I also need a good night sleep to present my paper tomorrow.”

“So you do not mind if I do not go back to the hotel with you now?”

“Not at all, Lizzy. Enjoy your night. That is why I brought you here.” Jane hugged her friend and they both went back to the table to find Will and Fitz already by the door with their coats in hand.

They said their goodbyes and went to the parking lot to their respective cars. To Elizabeth’s surprise it was not a fancy car but one rather popular eco-friendly model. She thought she shouldn’t be surprised but she was nevertheless. That meant he didn’t care about what other people thought of him and that was very good indeed.

Once they got in the car, all the emotion that had built up earlier came back with a vengeance and she could feel the air pregnant with promises. They started riding around aimlessly, just enjoying each other’s company. When they finally arrived at their destination they found out it was already closed. How disappointing. He would have to take her home. He turned around very slowly and stopped the car for a minute. He looked at her and without saying a word put his hands on both sides of her face and gently touched her lips with his. His mouth felt wonderful. His lips were full and matched hers with perfection. His breath was fresh and inviting and she let herself get lost in that kiss. Finally, when she thought she was going to faint he pushed her away and gave a loud sigh.

“Elizabeth, it’s not safe here but please don’t make me take you back to the hotel now. I can’t part with you yet. You must come to my place. I promise you nothing is going to happen, unless you want it to happen. I just need to spend more time with you.”

She knew she did not trust herself at that point so she asked him if his building had a social area where they could sit and talk. He said they did have something of the sort and he agreed to it. He would have agreed to anything those eyes asked him to do. He was so attracted to her he felt his skin tingle every time he touched her. Being able to look at her and hear her voice should be enough. It would be better than nothing.

Once there, he took her to the building's game room where they sat on this big couch and tried to kiss but felt very uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the other people there. Then Will had an idea. There was a big TV on the wall showing a football game. He embraced her from behind and cuddled with her in the big couch as if to watch the game. Little did she know that would make things worse. The way they were sitting his mouth was very close to her ear and he started whispering things to her that made her body melt. She didn’t protest so he knew she was enjoying it and gave wings to his imagination. He started to describe things that he would like to do to her until she couldn’t bear it anymore and asked him to go upstairs to her own disbelief.

Without taking his eyes off of her, Will opened the door to his bachelor pad and let Liz in. She knew he was observing her. She knew he was watching her every move. She felt so empowered by this  she immediately felt at ease and sat down in a comfy couch by the window.  When she glanced at it she could see it had a beautiful view. However, she had no interest in the view outside, at least not as much as the view inside. There was not one feminine touch in that apartment and that made Liz so very happy  she had to try hard to keep a serious face. In her mind she could see Shirley Temple tapping around the furniture and almost giggled. God, she had to stop watching so much TV.  She was beginning to have her own TV channel inside her head turning itself on and off unannounced flashing a kaleidoscope of images that could be inappropriate at best. It was quite annoying. Sometimes the imagery was not fit to be shared and if she laughed Will was going to think she was making fun of his place or worse. She managed to keep a light smile on her face.

“Would you like to drink something?” he asked making a flourish with a bottle of wine as if he were a magician.  That was very endearing because she knew he was trying to make her comfortable.

“I would love to.” Liz said broadening her smile.

“Is red okay? It’s not a very expensive wine but it is quite good, I can assure you. I learned a bit about wine during that time I spent in Lyon. One of the good things about France – everybody knows their wine and are eager to share their knowledge if you show any interest.

“I’m not an avid connoisseur so I am sure it will be fine. I was more interested in food than wine during my time in Lyon. Not that you can really separate one from the other in that country or confess to a guy that you like to eat more than you like to drink.” Liz said, finally letting out a giggle.

“Can I make a confession?” Will whispered.

“Of course, you can.” She braced herself with a sense of dread.

“I hate women that play with their food instead of eating it. I think it is a waste of time and money to take someone out to dinner to watch that. There. I said it. Now go ahead and despise me.”

“I do not dare since that makes you even more attractive to me.” She said laughing.

“Do you find me attractive, Liz?” he said in a very low voice and something stirred inside of her.

“Not really. I just like to make out with the first person I see in a bar.” Will laughed heartily and Liz was glad he was witty enough to understand her meaning. Take it slowly, Lizzy, she reminded herself. She could not let things escalate too quickly. She was still a bit uncertain about her decision but she was also unable to leave his presence. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh without realizing it. 

“Are you bored, Liz?” asked Will.

“Oh, why? Not one bit! What made you think such a thing?” Liz answered very surprised with the question.

“Your sigh.” He had a worried look on face.

“Ohh. That was not very lady like of me, was it? I must apologize. I didn’t even notice I was doing it. It happens to be quite the opposite. I am a bit overwhelmed by this situation. I am usually not shy but I have never been in such an intimate situation with someone I did not know very well. That’s all.”

Will sat at her foot and looked at her straight in the eye. Her stomach flipped. It was like there was something feline about the way he moved and she felt entranced by it.

“Liz, we have all night. You can ask me anything you want and I will answer it. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible. I am also overwhelmed, in my case, by your presence and all I can think of is how I can please you.” Said Will in a husky voice.

Did he purr? That definitely sounded like a masculine cat-like purr. She felt like petting him. And she did. His hair was so dark and felt silky in between her fingers. She had to be careful of she would just start meowing pretty soon. My word, where did that man come from? They did not make guys like that in her little town. She was so out of her league here. He obviously desired her body but at the same time he made no motion to undress himself. He was still wearing a tie even though he was at home. How very puzzling. The men she met before would probably be at least shirtless by now. She kept playing with his hair and then he just laid his head on her lap. That gesture was so very endearing but her body reacted in a very different way. She felt so empowered. He was at her mercy. What a lovely and sensuous feeling. She moved her hand to his face feeling the soft skin under her fingers. She kept moving her hand until she touched his beautiful lips. Electric sparks flew everywhere but she did not move her hand. The only movement came from him. To her utter disbelief he started licking and sucking her fingers.

Liz felt a jolt of energy spread through her body. How can a simple caress be so powerful it made her whole body answer it and in such a violent way? The touch of his tongue traveled in waves straight into her heart then down her stomach landing right between her legs making her moist down there. She started to feel that sweet ache and had to control herself not to rush things up and just enjoy the moment. Before she could think of what to do next he moved his mouth from her fingers to the center of her palm. That pleasure was new to her. Who knew that spot was so sensitive. Well, she did not. She began to slide down the couch and ended up on the floor next to him. He immediately asked her:

“Is there anything wrong?” he had a worried look on his face.

“No.” she whispered looking with a soft smile. “There is absolutely nothing wrong.” Except that there was. He could not be comfortable in that shirt and tie. “Actually, there is something.”

“What?” asked he anxiously. “What can I do to make you more comfortable? Tell me and I shall do it tout de suite.”

She loved when he used French expressions because he had a most delicious accent. It was almost erotic. Snap out of it! He is waiting for your answer, she told herself.

“You cannot possibly be comfortable with that tie still around your neck.” She said with a full smile.

“I did not want you to get the wrong impression. I want you to know that you are in control here. If you want me to remove any part of my outfit you are going to have to ask me or…take it off yourself” he added with an open smile which showed two tiny dimples on his cheeks making look totally adorable. Funny thing…she did not remember finding him that handsome when she first saw him. He was handsome and graceful. Even the way he removed his tie without taking his eyes off of had her worried about dropping her jaw.

He undid the first couple of buttons letting her see the lines of his neck and his smooth skin. Apparently he had almost no chest hair which pleased her immensely. Before she could realize what she had done she had her head buried in the sweet nook between his shoulder and neck. Again, that scent on his skin...oh! She could live in that place forever. He let out a little moan which aroused her even more but he would not move. She had the power; she had to take the initiative. It felt wonderful to have him at her mercy...what an intoxicating sensation.

Next thing she knew they were rolling on his fluffy carpet trying to find the best position to talk and caress each other at the same time. Even though she was experiencing a wonderful moment with this surprising man she could not stop part of brain that kept telling her that her dress was black and that his carpet was white therefore making her a huge human lint roller. She realized she giggled a bit which aroused his interest. She dared not tell him what she was thinking and made an excuse. She told him she giggled in the oddest moments for no reason whatsoever which was actually true. He did not insist but she asked him to dim the lights before he noticed the state of her dress.

He grabbed some huge pillows from the couch and they ended up spooning together after he dimmed the lights. That was weird. She never met a guy that wanted to do that before the fact. But there they were spooned on a very comfy carpet whispering sweet nothings to each other or, rather, he was whispering while she was just enjoying the moment in silence hoping that her lack of reaction did not turn him off. Her last boyfriend had told her she did not know how to express affection therefore he could not go on dating her since he didn’t have a clue where she stood in terms of commitment in the relationship. He said he was giving it 100 per cent and felt that she did not give even half in return. That thought depressed her and she immediately shut her brain up and went back to live the moment. Will was massaging her back and she was thinking of her ex? How could she do that? Did that happen to other women or was she a freak of nature? It was like she was doing group therapy in her head all the time with her other selves for she had some sort of multi-personality thing going on for sure, at least, in her head. What happened next shut them all up and left all of them with their mouths gaping like a bunch of fish staring at a shiny object.

Will whispered in her ear that he had never met anyone that could express so much affection just with her body language. Gasp. Deep breath. Sigh. Well, I never! That was enough to make her turn around and grab him with a renewed passion leaving them both breathless. If he could read her body that way he deserved her full attention. She wrapped one her legs around his feeling very bold
and was happy to hear him respond to that with a deep groan. His lips were so soft, his skin so silky, all sensations so pleasant she thought she had to be dreaming. But she was not. She was there. He was there. Something was happening with the two of them. That did not feel like physical attraction but rather arriving at a destination and hugging your fate. What a wonderful feeling. He grabbed her bottom and pressed himself against her and she could feel how hard he was. He immediately apologized for not being able to control himself. Lizzie responded by grabbing his round and very firm bottom and pressing herself against him as well. Then, she took his shirt off so she could feel his tight muscles contract under her touch.

“Lizzie, can I ask you something?” he whispered?
“Of course. Anything, Will.”

“I know I promised to let you guide us but I really, really wanted to feel your skin against mine. If I take my pants off will you take off your stockings? You can keep your dress on since it is not so very long.”

She answered by almost ripping them off in seconds. He gave a soft and sexy laugh that let her wanting more and more. Their bare legs wrapped around each other and their hands exploring everywhere slowly and then fast and then slowly again. This had the potential to become frantic but she didn’t want that. She wanted to press a slow motion button somewhere to be able to enjoy this for as long as she could. But acting of their own volition her hands grabbed his bottom again, this time inside his underwear which provoked a wonderful guttural, primitive noise in his throat. She could feel his struggle not to take over and decided to relieve his suffering by grabbing his hand and placing it below her belly button. That was enough for him to understand she gave him the okay to go ahead and slide his fingers inside of her.

“Ahhhhhhh…” they both moaned at the same time. She started to feel the urge build up and he said.
“I can’t believe you are so wet!”

“That’s the effect you are provoking in me.” She said heaving and kissing him on his lips or rather sucking them for now she had let the last of her reserve go. She didn’t care anymore. This deserved to be felt with full force. She knew she wouldn’t forget those moments as long as she lived.
Will pulled his fingers from out of her and sucked her essence looking straight at her. That did it. She had an orgasm when he was not even touching her. All she could do was scream:

“Now! Will, take me now!”

“And he did. Somewhere music was turned on and her body danced to the sound of the grand finale of Tchaikovsky - 1812 Overture – with cannons and fireworks included. Then all of a sudden it was over. A big explosion shattered her body and suddenly there was peace on Earth.