Affair

I met him on a Monday night of one Spring break. He has that pretty bright smile like a sun and his brown eyes looking right into mine. We sit in a restaurant and on an intimate place we talk about some silly things, about us and our lives. I can't take my eyes out of his pretty face, he is so talkative and friendly that I forget the nervousness that I had before meeting him. Next stop, a movie, the movie theater doesn't have anything interesting, or at least doesn't have anything that makes us get closer.
He ask me if I want to go to his house, and I say yes, even though I know that something can happen between us, because in the deep of my mind, in spite of the wrongness of the act, I want it.
The moon this night is hiding into grey sheets in the sky, we go in. He puts a movie and we lay into a small comfortable sofa. As we watch the movie he puts his arms around my back and he caresses my left arm. The softness of his hands intimately are causing me a tremor. I am wondering if he is noticing the effect that having him so close is causing. I am feeling my body getting nervous, wishing to have him, caress his soft skin and kiss him.

His black cat Coco comes and starts playing with both. She knows that something intimate is getting done, and she wants to steal the attention. A pair of hours go by, and the movie ends, he playfully presses me into the sofa and gets up on my body, he hugs me and puts his head in my neck. Then he looks at me, and he rubs his soft and red lips with mine, I can't hold myself and I start to kiss him too, what I was waiting finally happened, I caress his black hair, and kiss him passionately, he stands up, takes my hand and helps me stand up, takes my blue jean jacket and send it far from our view.

He takes off my dress and I take off his t-shirt, I can feel his masculinity getting wild, I press my hips against it. He takes my hand and takes me to his bed, he gets up on me and starts kissing my neck, my ears, unties my bra with difficulty, and softly kisses my small upper lady parts, and the part under them. He tries to take off my pants. I stop him, telling him that I'm not ready. He stops but keeps kissing me gently. Then, he whispers in my ear and ask me If I would like to take a look at his masculinity. I cheeky do it. I feel the softness of it rubbing my lips, I caress his abdomen, and kiss it enjoying its texture, he has his eyes closed, he's moaning, and I love that sudden weakness that he shows.

He looks at me for a moment then he takes me and kisses me again. He whispers on my ear, something provocative, I give up. Ah, I am suck a fool. Then I ask him what is he going to do... he says he has protection. I am so excited that I say yes, he gets ready and looks at me with a  naughty smile. He stands up to put a lock in his door... He comes back to me, kisses me, my neck once again and takes both of my legs, I press them against his back and he comes inside me, pressing his crotch against mine, I moan, I'm heated, more than the sun. I beg him to  be more agile, and he does... he puts his head in my shoulder and he moans and access to my insides harder.  He makes me insane, then announces the end of this adventure, the affair it's gone. As a sweet and treacherous deceiver he comes back to me and hugs me putting his arms and hands around my hips, he is out of breath.

It's time to leave. We go out, its dark outside and he drives me home in the dark of the road, and put some music, we know that something happened between us, nobody is going to say anything, we enjoyed our intimacy, he leaves me at home and kisses my lips, will we repeat it? I hope so, but for now, let's just take it as a one night stand.

A month pass by, he doesn't text me again, but I do, and I feel like a fool but I want to see him. What I didn't know was, that this night, when he is sharing his masculinity with my femininity, it's actually a farewell, I am not going to see him again. He says. "F has to say Goodbye to Coco" after spending almost all day with me, after texting me early in the morning to know what I am up to, after trilling me and making my heart beat (even though I was the only one who texted him in the first place...) Saying bye to Coco, was actually saying bye to him. I would rather have read that "I am sorry, I am seeing another person in the same moment I text him, than after he decided to have this very physical farewell.

Then I am here, after I blocked him from everywhere, and made myself insensible to that kind of enchantress... from that wicked man who decided to say bye to me physically than just being honest from the beginning, from that man that one day I will not even remember, because he decided that other girl had more to offer him than I did, but as I am here, I think about this other man, who did decided to see the things that I have to offer, and gave himself the chance of meeting me, to make me more than an affair, but certainly, to make me his love.