I've been celibate for way too goddamn long. In my case, that's a year. I can't imagine being one of those poor bastards who talk about not getting laid for years on end, and even choose to remain virgins. I'm already on the verge of being a raving lunatic, and making sour jokes to friends about cleaning cobwebs out of my pussy.
As one might guess, being given the "it's not you, it's me" talk from a friend I was trying to get to know biblically was not the most fun way I've ever spent my time. Sure, I'm glad that he knows his limitations and all that happy shit, but I'm ready to risk a little drama to squeak the bedsprings with him. Hell, after the end of a relationship where I was getting all the yelling and drama in exchange for very little sex that was usually awful, a few tears in exchange for a good hard fuck seemed like a good deal. Still, he was sincere, and I'm no femme fatale, so I chalked him up to a miss and decided to rewrite my internet dating profile.
I'm not one to get rid of a friend out of spurned vanity, so we kept meeting up to eat dinner and watch bad movies together. Sure, I occasionally glazed over and went to a happy place where we didn't have clothes, but I wasn't expecting anything to come of some harmless fantasies.
That took alcohol.
When he opened the door that night, I blundered into a bit of foreshadowing by holding up a plate of cookies and a bottle of vodka and proclaiming "Candy's dandy, but liquor's quicker!" He grinned at me and grabbed the precariously perched cookies. I followed him inside, enjoying the sight of his tight ass as he headed for the kitchen.
"What's the cinematic masterpiece for tonight?" I asked as I plopped down on the couch.
He named a recent avant-guard horror movie and a stoner comedy as he came back with two bowls of soup, two bottles of beer tucked under his arm and a bottle opener dangling from his fingers. I find his dexterity quite... inspiring.
We elected to watch the horror movie first, so that we could turn it off if it were awful, and the comedy was bound to be much funnier after we'd gotten a bit of firewater in us.
No one came here for a movie review, so I'll just say that we held out through the movie, but it took a few mixed drinks after we finished dinner. We stretched out on the floor through the comedy, nibbling cookies and making stupid drunken jokes. It was a decent enough movie, but I let myself get distracted by my raging hormones and watched him. He has long red hair and a fit body with strong arms, two things that make me crazy. I love the way his face crinkles when he smiles, and his eyes, blue-green like a Caribbean sea, make me feel melty.
"Let me make you up a bed out here." he offered after the movie. "You're not going anywhere tonight. "
"Right." I got up and stretched. "If it's not too much trouble and you have the extra blankets. I'm gonna go pay the alcohol tax."
When I got back from the bathroom, I rounded the corner into the living room and ran smack into his back. Tipsy as we were, we went down onto the blankets he'd laid down, pillows flying out of his hands as he went to catch his fall.
We ended up in each other's arms, laughing. Several times, we subsided, then caught each other's eyes and started giggling again. Somewhere along the line, the giggles turned to kisses, and the kisses got heated.
