Poker And Chess

Ch 1: Your Friend Is Very Attractive.

I considered myself to be in a fairly happy relationship. Sure I had my issues with my partner and sure I still liked to look at the buffet and fantisise about filling my plate up with something other than the salad I had... But I was happy, I was content. Ish.

I know now that I was just comfortable.

Maybe that's why when you walked into the bar I worked at with our mutual friend Melanie, that I felt I was well within my rights to oogle. Maybe that's why I undressed you with my eyes when I first caught a glimpse of your red flannel shirt and ripped black jeans, the epitome of grunge. Maybe that's why when you walked in, my cheeks flushed as pink as your unruly hair. Maybe that's why when I looked at your face, I was entranced by your dimples. Maybe that's why I was ensnared by your swamp green-brown eyes. Maybe that's why my heart stopped when you first smiled at me.

It was lust though, none of this love at first sight bullshit. I looked at you and immediately wondered what your hands would look like around my neck, what my lips would look like around your dick and what your fingers would feel like inside me.

I looked at you and I saw a fucking attractive e-boy looking ass mother fucker who would either dick me so good I wouldn't care that I was definitely not the first or last in a long list, or you wouldn't be able to fuck at all and I would be disappointed but,"Ey he was hot though". But I also looked at you and thought maybe, just maybe, you could ruin me and I could ruin you. Romantic right.

I had been warned you'd be coming. Well, kind of. Melanie had told me she would be stopping by with her "Tall friend" and that "I wasn't allowed to fuck him."

I was told this explicitly.

Maybe that started the problem...

Or maybe the problem started when you walked in behind Melanie, looking adorable and slightly unsure of yourself. Maybe the problem started when the two of you sat at the bar and I couldn't stop myself from walking past, very frequently, to chat up Melanie hoping that you would jump into the conversation so that I would have a way to talk to you.

What? You made me nervous. Of course I couldn't just talk to you, I'm a pansy, fight me.

And when I was finally leaving the two of you to actually enjoy your drinks, I caught myself staring. Staring at the sweep of your cheek bones, the shadow of your dark brow and the curve of your lips.

I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to be your friend.

Correction:
I told myself I wanted to be your friend because I was in a Comfortable Relationship™ but I knew myself well enough that I really just wanted you to make me yours in the most derogatory way possible. Perhaps that's why as soon as you and Melanie left I whipped out my phone.

Your friend is VERY attractive.

That was the message I sent. That was also the message you saw as soon as Melanie opened her phone. That was also the very same message that got you to take Melanie's phone, send you my number and me yours.

Your friend is VERY attractive.

I mean, it wasn't a lie.

I wanted you to notice me so that the game could begin. Little did I know that you had already noticed me. Little did I know that the game had already started. Little did I know that we would end up wrapped in each others arms watching Archer in your room. Little did I know that we would be sitting in the car you were fixing, me laughing as you revved her. Little did I know that we would be drinking tea and calling each other idiot. Little did I know that I would let you fuck me silently while Melanie played Need For Speed not even a meter away. Little did I know you were playing poker and I was playing chess.

Little did I know.

Sometimes I still don't.