A Little Variety

Tuesday (Late).

We walk outside and the air is cool. It's beautiful outside.

"Can I walk you back to your place?"
"Yeah, okay. That would be nice."

He takes my hand and we walk down the street. It feels weird doing this since we're not supposed to. I'm nervous that we'll be seen, but in this big city, it's easy to be anonymous.

The walk is nice, but we get to my apartment too soon. I am having such a good time; I want this moment to last forever.

"Well, this is where I leave you," he says as we get to my door.
"Oh," I say, shocked. I seem to have forgotten that it wasn't a real date.

He looks at me puzzled.

Before I can change my mind, I ask him, "Do you want to come in?"

I know it's wrong. I know it is. But, I really don't want him to go.

He looks down at his feet.

"Never mind." I feel like an idiot. This wasn't real. It's not real. And reality just smacked me in the face.
"I do," he looks at me seriously.
"It's okay. I just got lost in the..."
He stops me, "I want to."

I turn around and open my apartment door and we both go inside.

As soon as the door closes, he presses my body against the wall. His hands explore every inch of me. I can feel my breath ragged with want and yearning.

I grab the front of his shirt, and pull him in for a deep kiss. And then as if we both know what we want to do, I lead him into my bedroom. I pull my sweater over my head as he pulls his shirt off, and my breath catches in my throat.

He has some tattoos, which I think are fascinating. Matt has a tattoo as well, but it's for some ex-girlfriend before me, so I never want to look at it. With this guy, I want to trace every single one with my finger. I realize that's exactly what I'm doing, and I stop, embarrassed. He looks at me with a confused look, "Why did you stop?"

"Sorry, I just got lost in thought," I start apologizing. But he takes my hand, and moves it around the one on his chest. "I liked it, please don't stop."

I giggle to myself and continue tracing the ones on his chest. His hand grasps the side of my face and he kisses me deeply again. And then as I back up to my bed, he places me gently on top of it.

He looks at me with desire in his eyes, and all I want is him. I nod subconsciously, and he takes the cue. I am wearing a button front dress, and as he rips it open, the buttons fly across my room. He has a sheepish smile on as he mouths, "I'm sorry," but I can tell he isn't, and to be honest, I'm not either. I am just in my bra and panties, and when he looks at me, I really feel like I am the only woman in the world that he could ever want. He pulls my panties off in one fell swoop and though I feel self-conscious, I am also craving his touch, and the former feeling is taken over by the latter.

He positions himself in between my legs, and within moments, I feel him deep inside me. We move synchronously and my brain feels fuzzy with lust. After a while, I can feel that he is climaxing and the thought buzzes in my brain and between my legs, and soon I am on the same level as he is.

He comes inside me at the same time as I reach my own climax. He sighs heavily, and my breath comes in short puffs. He lies next to me and pulls me close to him; something that Matt never does. We lie there for a few minutes, before I get up to use the bathroom. When I get back, he has his underwear on, but he's still lying in my bed waiting for me.

Now, I feel self-conscious, as the sensations in the room have changed a bit. I look at him and blush, but he pats the bed next to him. I go to sit next to him, and he pulls me down for a kiss. I can feel his smile on my mouth as he says, "That was incredible." He's not wrong. It was the best sex I have ever had. I feel guilt, as I quickly think of Matt, but this was also one of the best nights I have had that I can remember in recent times.

We lie together for a little while, and then he gets up. "I should probably go." I frown, but he is right. "I would stay, I just have to be up really early tomorrow for a job, and I don't want to wake you or mess up your schedule." I smile at this, since I realize he's thinking about me and not running for the hills. "I'll talk to you later," he says as he kisses my hand and then my lips. "Okay, talk to you soon."

When he is gone, I lie awake with my thoughts. What did I just do? Well, I know what I just did. I just cheated on Matt.

'Matt!' I scream to myself and jump for my phone.

I have a few missed messages. None of which are from Matt which makes me kind of upset. But, when I see who they are from, I feel warmth growing in my belly and down between my legs.

"I can't stop thinking about you."
"I already miss you."
"I want to see you again."

I smile to myself. It's the exact feelings I am having. Except with a little guilt.

I text him back, "Thanks for walking me home."
"If it's going to be like that, I always want to walk you home."

I hope he can't see me blushing through the phone.

"You're funny."
"You keep saying that. But I'm serious."
"Well, thank you."
"Always."
"Okay, I'm exhausted now. I'm going to head to sleep."
"Did I tire you out?"
"Maybeee. Goodnight."
"Goodnight. XO."
"XO."

I shoot Matt a quick message. Even though, I wasn't thinking about him at all tonight, I'm pretty steamed that I haven't really heard from him all night either.

"Hey, I'm heading to bed. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Love you. Night."

I pull my comforter up to my face and breathe deeply. I notice that it smells like his cologne and I breathe it in deeper. It's a comforting smell.

I bask in the comfort and fall asleep.