something Unorthodox

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       It was because of Zayne I wasn't interested in partaking in such an activity that required so much commitment. After all, I wanted temporary satisfaction, the whole idea should be temporary.

Why look for temporary satisfaction in a permanent activity?

It was tiring. I really needed a one night fling (maybe two nights), and there were a few of them, and they were basically unimportant. It was expected; someone who meets you at the dark of night just to kiss you and make you feel whole again until the break of morning like some sort of emotion-sucking vampire could never put any kind of meaning to your life, can they?

There were a great few. This lasted for about three months. My favourite night fling was with a young man named Jack.

He was one of my school friend's ex-boyfriend and I actually didn't think he wanted to do anything, I thought he just wanted company late at night. I felt bad spending time with him although I knew he was with my friend before, but I still went along with it. Why have remorse now?

Bella and I had set out to meet him and his friend Aaron a short distance from my house. It was close to midnight and we made an impromptu decision to sneak out. Never a wise decision, but always one rife in escapade.

He was the only person available that night and I thought that his adventurous personality would've been great company. Settling temporarily in a small, cast aside shed, Bella and Aaron found comfort within rapport, while Jack and I were on the other end. It wasn't my intention to start anything, respecting him as a person and as my friend's ex.

He, on the other hand was all for it; he made the first move. Further on, I realized that he brought his friend along to keep Bella occupied.

I was relatively impressed by that sly move.

Moving from the shed, we took a walk into the street, the one across from mine. Upon walking, we stumbled upon another abandoned building. (Perks of living in a third world country, huh?) This one, a house, and we decided to go in.

Teenage dirt bags were what we were.

Jack and I sat on a plywood table in the corner of the room while Bella and Aaron situated themselves on the opposite end. Then, us being dirt bags played what we knew best.

Truth or Dare.

I was scared, mainly because these guys possessed a subconscious mystery which lead them to appear rather uncanny to anyone conventional. Predicting an outcome would've be detrimental to my mindset. Although I knew these hood rats, and didn't like to view them such as, I didn't feel quite comfortable with them at that moment.

I began, and continued on for a little while with a few truths, being asked simple questions such as, "Would you rather suck dick, or let your mother die?" Which was fine enough until Bella chose dare and they dared her to take her top off. It was a dark encompassing. You couldn't see much except the slight glare protruding from the window.

I felt uncomfortable, even for her, but I still went on to choose dare because they were tired of me choosing truth.

"Truth or Dare?" Aaron asked.

"Dare"

"I dare you... to kiss Jack."

Oh fuck. Exactly what I was refraining from. I sighed and looked over in his direction. I couldn't clearly see him, but I did see the smile. He laughed and said to Aaron, "There, we kissed." They couldn't see what we did, but Aaron refused to believe our action, so we did it for real this time, cancelling any doubt. I leaned in and he did too.

This was an unusual kind of kiss.

He tugged on my lip roughly with his teeth, as though he both wanted to captivate them, but release them at the same time. (I was surprised he didn't tear my lip at the end of our little trip). I pulled away a few seconds later and carried on with the game until I was told to kiss Jack again, but this time, for two minutes.

Once again, by Aaron.

I went into the kiss but I sensed movement behind me. Glimpsing their bodies from the corner of my eye, I can see Aaron getting intimate with Bella, it was all to get some time with her. When I pulled away to see what was going on, Aaron was on top Bella and she ended up breaking the kiss to telling him that was enough.

It was comical when you think about it now - how she just brushed him off casually. We eventually forgot about the game when the idea of Aaron getting his brother's car and us going for a drive, came around.

Jack and Aaron went along to fetch the car while Bella and I waited for them back at my house. When they returned, Bella and I took the back seat and we drove towards, a lonely street, just to speak, for now. Upon arrival, we switched seats in the vehicle; I sat in the driver's seat, Jack sitting in the passenger's and Aaron and Bella in the back.

Our conversations just flowed. It was nice speaking to people who seemed as if they didn't know anything, but enlightened you on the extraordinary. Acknowledgment of the time made us leave the street and take one last cruise down the empty road before going home. We switched places once again, since Aaron had to drive. Jack sat in the back with me, Bella in the passenger's seat.

Jack had put his arm over me and I didn't think of it as anything odd. He then proceeded to kiss my cheek, trailing off to my lips, which actually caught my attention.

This was one of the first real emotions I had felt in a while; guilt.

I felt guilty because I was kissing the guy who had spent circa a year with one of my friends and she would probably know. I didn't have a right to feel guilty in my opinion. They were not together anymore and he had actually made the first move.

We parked a few meters away from my house just to have some final minutes with each other. Jack was already all over me. His right hand almost under my shirt, his left on my waist. Our lips latched together and our eyes closed. I recall some time during the night, he had removed his shirt and I had taken it home. I broke it off briefly to look over in the direction of Aaron and Bella who were actually getting down themselves.

In addition to being dirt bags, we were pretty horny.

They dropped us home a few minutes later, leaving us with the final words, "Thanks for the blue balls." Jack still messages me to this day, inquiring on my well being and all the irrelevant things. He had even once asked if we could've met again, which didn't happen.