I danced with this mysterious boy all night.
We took a few breaks, I had a few more drinks and I know I smoked a lot of pot. But I always brought him back to the dance floor with me; it kept me level-headed and allowed me to breath. That is, when the boy's tongue wasn't down my throat.
It was getting later; I could feel the buzz no longer being a buzz but being evened out by the high. We barely talked, but I had decided it was time for me to leave, with or without him.
I started walking towards the staircase I had entered through and he followed me, taking me by the hand. I stumbled to the top and had somehow reached the (clean?) open air.
There was a nearby park and I spotted a bench that I really badly wanted to sit on, so I pranced over there, him following me and we sat. He didn't make me feel in danger, he was comforting.
He plopped down next to me.
"I'm Avery." I said in a voice that to me seemed sexy, but I really had no idea. I was pretty good at not slurring my words while intoxicated, so I was hoping it sounded normal.
"I'm Chris." he responded, his voice kind of deep.
"Chris, hmm?" I purred. I jolted to a standing position and then straddled his lap kneeling on the bench. I barely knew him, but I had seen him take his cigarettes out of the pocket of his jacket, so I reached in there myself and grabbed the pack and the lighter.
I really don't smoke cigarettes. I have a very controlled, non-addictive personality. But sometimes too much weed made it impossible for me to move, and I knew I had had enough already.
I took one out and put it in my mouth. His hands reached up to my waist and I felt him readjust me, I must have been tipping over. We both laughed. I lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. Oh the gross tobacco filled my lungs but I breathed it out quickly. I held it between my index and middle finger and put it to his lips. He took it from me, took a long inhale and then breathed out before leaning up to place his body closer to mine. He gave the cigarette back to me and he moved his hands down so that he was gripping the tops of my thighs.
I was really turned on by everything he did, but I was not about to have sex with him. We had only just met and we were in a public place (ew).
But, he did know how to drive me crazy. I leaned down and kissed him, our tongues dancing immediately. He squeezed both of my thighs and then moved his hands up to my hips. His kisses traveled down to my neck and my hips started to unintentionally gyrate. I still help the cigarette between my fingers as I humped him in a sliding motion on his lap.
We kissed for a long time. He caressed my neck, kissed my collarbones and nibbled more at my ear, but he never pressured for more.
I somehow started to realize that it was getting late. So I adjusted my dress back to normal, made sure the butt of the cigarette was out and exited the park.
"Do I get to have your number?" I asked him, and he entered it in my phone. He texted himself, so that he got my number, which I was not expecting. No one had really done that, but I played it off cool.
I was only a little disoriented at this point, but I figured I'd make it back towards the subway after I had left him in a hopefully memorable way.
"Bye." I said softly after I kissed him on the lips and placed my hand flat on his lower stomach.
"Will you get home okay?" he asked as I turned away.
"I'll be alright. Goodnight." I called back to him without turning back to face him.
The night air was cooler, but it felt nice. I was hoping it would sober me up as I looked for the subway entrance that I had come out of that night.
Author:
Hey guys! I know it's been literally forever since I've updated this story...but I'm trying this summer to get back into writing some stuff.
If you guys could vote and/or comment that would be amazing! I'll update soon!
