"It was just my sister, Lauren. She is kind of short with every girl that she meets. I'm sorry."
"Your sister?! Gosh, see now I feel stupid. I thought you were going on a date." I leaned back against the side of the couch and laughed. Why did I get so jealous? It's not like we're dating or anything. I'm and idiot. Kevin leaned down and kissed me. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. We kissed a little bit longer before he said,
"A date? No way! Can we hang out again tonight? Or do you have plans?" he gazed into my eyes as if they were going to give him the answer.
"Yeah, do you want to have some drinks and watch another movie?" I knew that alcohol would loosen me up a little.
"Sure, that sounds like a lot of fun. What kind alcohol should I get?" He asked.
"Um, I have plenty. What would you like?"
"Seven and seven, if you have it." I got up from the couch and walked over to my liquor cabinet. I poured him a seven and seven, and made myself a rum and coke. We started drinking and with each sip we talked more and more. After I had gone through three glasses I was beginning to feel slightly drunk. I slowly kissed him and then asked,
"So, what do you consider us? Are we friends with benefits, or are you looking for something more?" I knew that this was an awkward thing to talk about which is why I got drunk to ask it. He looked at me and asked if he could have some whiskey. I gave him a small glass of whiskey and waited. He finished his glass and looked at me again.
"I don't want this to sound strange, but I really think that you are someone that I can talk to. I hope that we can become something more and I would really like to be exclusive. I really like you, Sarah. I hope you like me too because if you don't, I sound like a complete lunatic."
"Kevin, there's something about you that makes me feel like I'm the only person in the room that matters. You make me feel like it's okay to be who I am." I kissed him gently. "Yeah, I like you too."
He leaned me back against the side of the couch and kissed me. His hands began to feel their way up my shirt and carefully under my bra. The alcohol had set in and intensified the sensation I felt. He began to caress my breast with the care and precision of a doctor. I kissed him deeper than I had ever kissed him. Then I slowly released a soft sigh and took of his shirt. Those amazing pecks felt great underneath my fingertips. He bent down and kissed my nipple. He took it into his mouth and began softly sucking on it. The pleasure was so intense that I didn't care about anything else, except feeling him inside me. I reached down and undid his pants and began pulling them down when he stopped me.
"You took care of me last night, let me take care of you tonight." He slipped a hand behind my back and eased off my shirt. He unsnapped my bra with one motion and placed it on the floor. He continued sucking and massaging my breasts. All I could think to do was trace my fingertips across his sculpted upper body. He kissed me again and then began leaving a trail of kisses towards my pant line. He unbuttoned my pants with his teeth, which was incredibly erotic. He eased off my pants but left my thong on. Then he outlined my underwear with his tongue. He slowly licked around my panties and then slipped a little tongue underneath them. It was such a shock that it sent a chill up my spine. He effortlessly pulled off my thong. He placed them on the floor and then continued to lick me. He began feeling me with his fingertips. Then he slowly pressed them into me. He let out a short moan and then came up to kiss me, leaving his fingers inside me. I put my leg on his shoulder and he continued to wedge his fingers into me. His kisses were soft and short, so I pulled him close and kissed him hard and long. He moved his fingers inside of me reaching for some unknown destination, but it was my climax. I came so hard I felt myself shudder. Then I removed his boxers and told him that I couldn't stand it any longer. I wanted him inside me. I didn't have to ask him twice. He immediately took his now throbbing cock and thrust it into me. He started off slow, but moved faster as he got deeper. I dropped my leg down and he began pulsing harder and harder. I could tell that he was about to come, so I sat up and laid him down on his back. I gently got on top of him and eased him inside me again. Then I rode him faster and faster, until he finally came inside of me. I laid on top of him for a few more minutes and he just held me. I was falling in love with this man. He was everything I wanted, and he knew what that was. I made us a new set of drinks and we watched the movie. After the movie he kissed me and placed his hand on my waist. I kissed him back and said,
"I'm so tired, and I have to go to work tomorrow. But will I see you when I get home?" He looked disappointed but understood my position.
"Yeah, do you want to go out tomorrow night? I was thinking we could go to the club, or something."
"Sure that sounds fun. Goodnight, Kevin. Sweet dreams." I kissed him again and then he left. I was so drunk and exhausted that I passed out on the couch.
The next morning was difficult. I was especially hung-over and tired, but remarkably happy. I had not felt this way about someone in years. And I could tell he felt the same way about me. It felt good to be wanted. Everything about this man was perfect for me. I couldn't contain my excitement for our date that night, and was eager to tell my friends what had taken place on my couch the night before.
"You did what?!" My friend Samantha said as she playfully hit me in the arm. "Who are you? And what have you done with my Sarah?" She asked. We laughed and ordered dinner over the counter.
"I know! I couldn't believe it either, but he makes me feel like his whole world revolves around me. Sam, I can't explain it. I think I love him." I said as I sat down at a corner booth next to the only window. "It has been three years, Sam. I think it's about time I found someone that likes me as much as I like him. God owes me at least that, right?" She took a bite of her sandwich and looked at me.
"Sarah, don't you think that you are putting too much pressure on this? I mean, you met him two days ago. You don't know anything about the guy. He could be obsessed with you and was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to casually "run in" to you. It sounds to me like this guy has nothing better to do than to be with you. Don't get me wrong, I think it's about time you got some action, but I just don't want you to put your heart on the line just yet. See where things lead and then tell me you love him. Okay?"
"Okay, I'll give it some time. We have a date for tonight. Should I cancel?" I lost my appetite for the moment.
"Well, you have to admit it's kind of strange that you just met this guy but you've had a date for the past three nights. He wants to spend every minute with you. I know it feels good to be wanted, but take a little break from each other for a few days. I mean, that's what I would do." The things Sam was saying really hit me hard. My mind was racing and I felt torn about the decision I had before me. I wrapped up my sandwich, we paid the bill, and left.
When I got to my apartment I went inside and called Kevin. I told him that I had been called into work late that night and would have to take a rain check. He was understanding and sweet. Had I really made the right decision? I unwrapped my sandwich and sat down on my couch. I had just started eating when my phone rang. I picked up and it was Sam. She asked if I had the time to go to the club with her instead. I agreed and hung up the phone. I got in the shower and washed my hair. When I got out I walked into my bedroom to get dressed. I decided to wear a dress. If I was going to go out tonight, I wanted to look my best. I picked a tight, little red number, with matching shoes, and jewelry. I went into the bathroom and styled my hair. My long, brunette hair is naturally curly, so I decided to leave it down. I put a small, red flower clip on top of my long locks. Then I applied my make up. I wanted to look extremely sexy to match my outfit, so I put dark eye-liner around my eyes and red lipstick on my lips. Everything looked great. I was ready to go out on the town. I quietly left my apartment and locked the door. I got into my car and drove to the club. When I got there Sam was waiting outside the entrance. She was wearing a small, black and silver halter top, tight jeans, and a cute pair of black, stiletto heels.
"It's about time. Where have you been?" Sam asked as I walked up to her.
"I got here as fast as I could. How long have you been waiting?"
"Only about twenty minutes or so. I have to admit, there are some very attractive men inside. This will be just what you need. A night out with your girl. We haven't done this in a while." Sam grabbed me by the arm and led me into the club. Immediately I was hit with the noise from down stairs. The speakers were blasting the latest new single from some teeny bopping punk, but it was nice to be out. We headed right to the bar. The bartender was an attractive man, no more than twenty-five, with a great body, and a few tattoos. His hair was the color of dirt, but it really looked good on him. He was about six-foot-three and had brilliant green eyes. I could tell this was going to be a great night.
