A bumble friend

Part 1

- I'm hard and all we've done is kiss and lightly touch. You even have all your clothes on still
- You own this cocktail. You can have it however, whenever, and wherever you want. Only you have that power to control me. You make me want something so bad with you and no one else even though you torture me slowly with your kiss and touch and caress.

I've never wanted to put someone's pleasure before my own the way I do everytime I'm with you.

I lay comfortably on his bed in black biker shorts and his black hoodie that he let me borrow since his place is a bit cold, just how I like it. The temp is perfect for cuddling and naps and just chillin.

He's lying next to me with my shoulder slightly on his and me angled against his body lightly. We're comfortable with each other and it's only been about 2 weeks since we met on Bumble and became friends.

He's quiet. Stoic even. But it's not weird or forced with him still. I look at him briefly after our 2nd movie is finished and he stares back at me silently but says nothing. I get off of him and grab my purse that laying on the rug across the room near the huge TV in his room.
He watches me silently still but is now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey love, I think imma head out if there's nothing else you wanna do"

He gets off the bed and positions himself between me and the door to leave his room.

I smile and awkwardly laugh.

"Whats up? You gonna walk me out or something"

I dont trust people. I am in his apartment with him and his one other roommate whose loyalty definitely lies with him. Naturally for me I start to get nervous and start physically tensing and mentally preparing to have to fight him off.

I may not want to live but if imma die it'll be on my terms and by my hands bitch.

He comes close to me and he gently takes my left hand in his right one. He looks me in the eyes and holds this contact for as long as IM capable since I'm awkward and anxiety ridden.

It feels like he's telling me that he wouldn't hurt me. I try to trust this feeling even if only a little.

He leans in and pecks me on the lips. I look at him and am probably turning red, even though I'm a dark caramel color. I have no makeup on and suddenly I'm nervous.

Now, Because I'm a dumbass and have no experience and filter in these situations, I start talking.

"Um, okay. I'm sorry if that was bad and if you want to kiss again it might be horrible because I've only seriously kissed like 2 people so I'm super inexperienced and‐‐‐"

He seems to notice my shift is body language from tense and defensive, to nervous and unsure but he gets a little bolder. He let's go of my hand and grabs my waist instead and pulls my left arm to wrap around his neck as he pulls me in to a deep sensual kiss.

His lips are soft and plush like I imagined. My lips aren't big or anything but I definitely have them since I'm black.

He's not but he has some plump beautiful lips. It's one of the main things that attracted me to him when I saw his pictures on bumble.

His kiss is dizzying and delicious. I can't help but to lean in. I get excited and wrap my right arm around his back and grip lightly scratching gently.

He pulls me closer and wraps his right arm all the way around my waist. I am not skinny but I'm also not considered plus size even. But he's tall and kinda muscular so he has a long wingspan and I feel safe in his embrace despite him being slimmer than me. (I know this doesn't matter but I'm evil to myself so I'll overthink everything and find any reason why someone wouldn't want to be with me)