We all have the stories (or most of us) where we have that one "fall back" lover.
These are the friends with "benefits". They are the ones you would take home to mother only to introduce as a good, dear friend, but never one you would actually date. The one where you would sleep with constantly because he or she is that good, but beyond that and the obligatory dinner and a movie, nothing will ever come of it.
Remembering one in particular arouses every sense I have. He was meant to be little more than a one night stand. A man met, known briefly, but passionately. Here is our story. (Names Have Been Changed.)
-Mutual friends. How wonderful they can be, and so beneficial. On one of the rare weekends during college that there was not a party, nor a place to go, I met "Robert", a friend of a friend.
The date was set for 6:00 PM. The clothing, simple and casual for a movie and dinner. And when he picked me up, the visual was not pretty. He stood about 5'7, with thick, dark hair and a tan complexion. Slightly overweight, though that didn't matter much. He was incredibly funny and over the series of phone calls, very sexy. Dominant. I always did and do like that in a man.
I remember a white car and his walk to the door, arrogant as he knocked upon it. A small bounding of feet down steps and I opened it. The arrogant smirk upon those lips turned into a a grin as his head cocked and his hand grabbed mine without bothering to ask if I was ready.
As he opened the car door for me, I settled in and his head sunk down in a move to kiss me. I remember his tongue as wet, prying. It slid over my lips and wouldn't relent until it found my own. My own returned to bite at the tip of his tongue, flicking over the corners of his mouth and pulling away so that we would be on our way.
Instant decisions were made to forget dinner and move on to the movie. The drive to the theater was a half-hour long, and during it, he continued to tease. A hand slid over my thigh, a light stroking of the hip or a trace of a finger against a nipple. That evil little laugh that emitted from the core of his throat, almost a purr. The ride felt as if it took years.
Out of the car and into the theater, hand in hand the attempt began to find our seats. We sat down as the silence faded and the commercials began. The theater was almost empty, with perhaps six, seven people at the most. With another of his grins, he sat us two rows and directly in front of another couple and we settled in.
His hand, slid mine over thigh, and held it there as the insides of the cinema darkened to an almost pitch black. I pressed inward, allowing my fingers to grace the insides of his legs as a thumb ran across the outline of his zipper. My glance moved his way and I watched as he spread his legs, and his mouth dropped open just slightly. Chuckling, I let my palm grind into him and watched his every reaction. His little moans of pleasure began as, with his other hand, he pulled down the zipper and pushed my hand greedily down into his pants. The cool feel of my flesh against his shaft, stroking it slowly, made him almost raise off of the seat and pump upward.
