*a month later*
Wednesday, Wednesday. It came so fast and all I can do is replay the all-night conversation I had with Cent last night.
I finally came back from my vacation. Today's the 27th of August and I'm scared shitless that he won't like me.
It could be anything: my hair, the sound of my voice, my body.. it might not be magic.
Last night was as always, so goddamn passionate and he seemed very eager but I have to ease this anxiety. Yes, of course!
PAPER, PEN, POEM! That will surely calm my nerves a bit. I have a red pen in my trembling hands and the past month flashes before me.
As I am writing about how scared I am for seeing him in person for the first time the past months flashes before my eyes, better yet hands that can't stop writing.
It was so amazing. I spent almost everyday being happy and wanting to explode with the sound of joy. I can say with the most certainty that he was the last thing I expected, especially right at that time. I had no idea I could even develop feelings for anyone, let alone someone who got on my nerves so badly without even knowing them. And clearly after my well-mannered "hi" I expected a piss off note and a block, but we'll get there.
Sweet summer, all the words that were typed in our overly long conversations were perfect- no guilt, no pressure, no awkwardness, no wrong feelings. I just felt it from deep within, this is IT.
And back to now, I had yet to dress up and book my waxing appointment. I kept obsessing to my friend Hope about Cent while I was ogling my closet. She was going to meet her long distance boyfriend today, who just happened to be one of Cent's closest friends. I should've probably let her obsess too but I was almost going to burst in my bubble of self-awareness.
Okaaaay, I got this. Cool and casual. Cool and casual. Cool and casual. Oh look, yes! Ripped shirt, that would do, right? Right? It's a kinda grayish Beatles shirt with a ripped back. Cool, I got the upper part covered. Meh, I'll just pair it with my new deep green pants. That will have to do, now I'm gonna go back to bathing in my Victoria's Secret body lotion. Not literally, thought I should clear that up.
It's the bell. Omg. Omg. Awlrighty, I have to get going Hope and Tina are already here and my waxing appointment ain't gonna wait.
The whole way there we kept obsessing about, well, everything. And gossiping, yummyyyy juicy gossip. The only thing I can think of while I'm walking into the beauty saloon is this better not hurt like hell and it better be worth it. It hurt. Was it worth it? Totally.
So we head to Prc, our hanging spot, the café with the best music in town. I'm talking about rock obviously (occasionally reggae, but very rare).
I don't think a minute passed after I walked in that I saw Max right in front of me. He is my very old friend and Cent's current best friend, I have no idea how that happened, maybe their stupidity level is equal. Yeah probably.
"Hey Goldie, working out?(that's his usual mocking line)". I didn't even have time to respond before he said, "Want me to take you to Cent?" And instantly I was like "YEAH".
I barely said goodbye to the group of people my friends were in and in seconds I was outside the café waiting for Max to get his motorcycle. First time and I was so down to do it. I love motorcycles. "Hop on." And off we were to their rehearsal garage. It felt quite liberating, kinda eased off my anxiety. We got there quickly, well, normal if you consider the fact it's like a ten minute walk. We got inside the building and he told me to wait by the bike. And so I did.
With my back turned trying to look as hot as I could. Hair down and ripped shirt, that's hot right? I could overhear their loud conversation. Cent shouting " Just fucking tell me here, why do I have to go there?" "Just do it, alright.".
And a minute later his other round of shouting and screaming, like a white girl seeing Starbucks for the first time. " OH MY FUCK OH MY GOD. MY XEEEENIII. I can't believe this, No way." And my girly almost screech "Centiiii.". All this followed by a really tight hug, like we'd known each-other forever and we spent a long time apart. Two souls that know each-other so well, they need to stay near.
We were walking and he just took my hand and turned me around, I couldn't even make sense of what was going on before his lips touched mine. And there it was, just like I've read it in every overly cheesy romantic book- THE KISS. ONE KISS TO RULE THEM ALL. It wasn't like magic, it was magic. Something happened there, like two energies melting into each other and next thing I know I'm in his strong arms up against the wall trying to catch my breath.
We stop. We smile. He's mine, he's mine , it's all fine. He put me down for a second and I saw my shirt fly to the other end of the hallway. That should've been the part where I back off and say no. But he was different, he felt different, I was okay with this.. it actually felt really good. And he took his own shirt off. His body. It was like God created this human being just for my pleasure, even his body type was exactly what I like. Not too much muscle, just a few lines here and there to show strength, so tall, with that gorgeous curly hair.
Do I even deserve him? Okay, my thoughts were not clear enough to think of that. Not with his lips claiming the skin over my bra and his shining lustful eyes asking for permission for something more.
As I smiled I could feel the straps going down and soon enough his hand lead mine to his manhood.. and boy was he manly. And then it was out, nothing felt weird. This was so new to me.
His hands were struggling with my pants and all I can remember is him hating those pants and asking me to never wear them again. And then his hand was in me and all I could do was moan and moan and want more of him. But his pants went open and I met the guy we'd been talking about for the past month.
" I.. I don't think I can." "It's okay baby, you don't have to do anything."
And in that moment two of his goofy friends tried to catch us in act and take a picture, that's all it took for Cent to throw them out of the garage and lead us there.
I sat and he laid on me. We were both shirtless. He was leaning on my bra and telling a really lame joke I've heard about a thousand times and my face was slightly touching his. I was smiling against his cheek and I was so aware of that moment, of it's significance and my happiness. I wanted it to last forever. But as soon as the words "That is reaaaally lame" came out of my mouth I was pinned on my back with my hands above my head. And my pants were unhooked in seconds.
Followed in kisses and touching and gasping, they were off in no time, and so were his. I was on top of him and I could. Not. Stop. Moving.
As he grabbed me in all my softness and yelled "fuck me fuck me fuck me" all I could do was let out every noise inside of me and keep rubbing on his body. Damn.
Next thing I know I was lying on my stomach and he was right next to me. Asking me if I wanna do it. I don't think anything I said in that moment even made sense, I kept uh-ing. I wasn't sure. I couldn't. It was him, but this was a garage. "You have three holes.. choose." But I went back up and said " I'm not sure about this." "Oh come on, it's just bodies, nothing."
Slowly I looked at him, like a submissive little thing I am and had a taste of his manhood, When I started I wanted to make him crazy. And I didn't stop. His moans were giving me life, waking the sex goddess in me. Tears of pleasure were down my face and his satisfied face made it worth it.
And I was back up with his fingers in me. Both of us moaning to no end. It all happened so fast yet so slow, and his tasty milk was on my belly.
"Shit man, fuck.. so that happened.", he was talking as he couldn't believe that just happened, he took care of my belly though. Helped with my bra too. And then his drum solo came.
I just stared at him. Then came our usual joking manners and the goofiest most ridiculous thing I've seen a person do. Banging with his pretend-dick (stick), It's funny, I promise.
I checked my phone. 20 missed calls. I. AM. DEAD. That was our cue to leave and so we did.
Fixing our hair in car windows. "Mine is worse!"I yelled. "Yes, but mine is more important." "ASSHOLE.". A few minutes later we bid our goodbyes in a hug and I was in for a whole lot of best friend yelling.
Mad faces and even madder voices, but they let this one slide. WHAT A FUCKING DAY MAN. When I came home he talked to me.
What a relief.
