This is my first story for Literotica; I warn you about the length of it due to certain details of the story I just could not miss. I love detailing and setting the atmosphere on how the situation was created, the circumstances that took me there. I am open to advices and feedback from anyone. Please bear with me as I learn my best way to express in English, since it is not my native language.
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It was very normal for me to drive home listening to some old classics; I always loved to explore a new route with less traffic whenever I could. This particular day I was going home with a friend as my car broke the day before, and she decided to pick the usual high-traffic road, which led us through a long line of cars and many extra minutes of perhaps not the most entertaining talk we had both have in a while. We were both tired and decided to let the radio fill the words we just did not felt like saying. Just a typical Tuesday I said to myself in irony as "Dust in the Wind" played in the background of the radio, one of my favorites from Kansas. I picked my favorite radio station, very used to listen some of my favorite songs on the radio.
Half way through the long line of cars, we could see there was an accident right in the main intersection, which explained the slow movement on both lines on the road. Suddenly my friend became a little nervous and when I asked her what was wrong, she said there were beggars heading towards us and she hated to face them, to say no to them made her unease, always afraid of them doing something against her in return. She started to look at her watch more often when I saw these two thug-like men leaning on the car in front of us; one had his hood on, the other one had it off. I told my friend to relax and to just let me handle it, so when both of them came to lean on her window, my friend had her eyes fixed on the wheel and ignored the small taps on her side, I smiled kindly to the hooded one and signaled him to come over my side. I was not scared of the situation, I had many similar encounters in the past, and found out most of these people were harmless. All I could see was him smirking slightly and walking with curiosity over my side, when I pulled down my window I offered him a couple of dollars in exchange for something.
Him: exchange? For what?
Me: how about you pull down your hood and give me a simple and honest smile?
I could see him being confused, and his smirk slowly fainted. He pulled back a few inches then removed his hood barely half way. He had greasy hair and some musky smell on him, it was a little intoxicating. But what had me completely baffled was his honey eyes; he had some dazzling soft eyes, I felt goosebumps under his gaze. When he smiled I could feel my heart stop briefly. When I caught my breath and recovered some sense, I handed to him the few dollars I had promised and he kept smiling at me as his hand touched mine, forcing me to keep the money as my friend started accelerating and move away.
Her: that was close! I don't know how you get the courage to talk to those people... they are so dangerous!
I was still confused and wrapped in his strange perfume that I preferred to let her comment go by while I tried to understand why I felt so strange. When she left me home, I was still thinking about him, hard to forget his beautiful smile and those striking eyes. After I managed to turn on the new electric kitchen my mother gave me as gift for my first apartment, I started to cook some chicken with vegetables, trying to just move on from the event of the afternoon I decided to let it go; even though I was certain my guts were screaming "he just doesn't fit there in the streets".
The next morning I woke up earlier than usual, hot and bothered, wet and needing a shower. I had a strange dream where I was running and he caught me, picked me up and took me some dark hidden corner to do everything he wanted with me. After a shower I made some breakfast and prepared my books for class, and as the day went on so did my mind and the memory of him faded to a corner.
The next couple of days were completely normal, and I found myself driving the same route each of those days. Only when I was passing by the same area where I met him, I realized why I had chosen that path again. Even though I made up my mind to let go of that event; it seemed that it wasn't going to be so easy.
By Friday the whole event was gone from my head and I was driving back home for a quick change of clothes before meeting friends at a new club downtown. This time I remembered to take a shortcut and once at home I was able to do all of what I had in mind just in time to pick up my friend. She loved to put some extra makeup on herself and always insisted I could use some too; but to me, a little eye liner and some lipstick was more than enough in any occasion.
As the night went by, my friends were drinking happily and I was laughing at them. My personal entertainment was to invite them a few drinks and watch them getting tipsy and ordering for more; to my defense, they never complained. It was well pass 2 in the morning when I headed to the bar to pay for the drinks, my head felt heavy with so many noises and the grey cloud of smoke covering the VIP room. I laid my head over the counter when I felt that strong perfume near me, I could have sworn that he was right there next to me but as I looked over into the sea of people, all I could see were strangers. I sighed and turned around to pick up my last drink when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Him: what does a smile and a dance get me?
I gasped and turned around to face him. He was really there, and was a head taller than me; his hair somewhat cleaner, his clothes much more elegant, and his eyes just as striking and sad as I remembered. I felt my knees shake and I know I tried too hard to smile because I could see in his face I was doing a horrible job at it.
Him: should I call the paramedics? Are you ok?
Me: I am... yes I am ok... sorry, you just took me by surprise... what are you doing here?
Him: I am enjoying the party... doesn't seem so?
Me: I wouldn't know...
Him: care for a dance? Before you return to getting your friends drunk...
Me: I wasn't!
He took one of my hands and pulled me closer to him, forcing me to feel perhaps too much of his body close to mine. I was definitely getting intoxicated with his perfume, and I know for sure I was blushing and feeling breathless since his hand touched mine. I followed him on the dance, which became too slow for the music it was playing. He slowly guided me with his movements to a corner, and the dream I had of him the first time I saw him, came to my head immediately. My heart was pacing fast and I could feel my mouth dry, until he finally stopped and offered me a seat at one of the tables.
Him: you must be confused and wondering if you should call the security by now...
Me: confused is an understatement... but no, security didn't cross my mind... yet...
He chuckled, and I felt my heart skip a beat as he did.
Him: let me give you the express explanation... I am a sociology student on my 5th year... I was doing an experiment with some other students on the streets when you first saw me...
