Bed Time stories

Hookah 2

Hookah was intense. He is different from my previous hook-ups. He would call me out every other day and we were together every weekend.   
He would sweet talk me to have three way with him every chance he got. He was so intense, I got scared. I couldn't let him feel that somehow I'm getting attached to him.

In less than 2 months, he was able to give me different emotions that a normal relationship would have given me. I knew we were just hooking up but some of his actions gave me the feeling we were more than that.

One night, he invited me for a drink with his friends. At first he was insisting me to go his house so we would arrive at the bar altogether. But it was a already late so I told them I'll just meet them at the bar.

When I got to the place, he met me at the lobby and told me to lie about how we met. It was no problem for me, anyway we were not in any type of relationship.

His friends came out with one Filipino girl. I wanted to be friendly with her but she wouldn't talk to me. She talked a lot with the guys with her American accent but I didn't care, I came to get a buzz and of course, to see Hookah.

The bar was on the 62nd floor. When we got there, Hookah was looking for somebody. Surprise! It was another girl. She was Ukrainian. We were now a group of 8. Everybody was talking except for me and him, but mostly me. I'm not really a fan of small talks.

All of them were getting along. He must've noticed my discomfort because he kept on checking up on me.
"Hey,are you alright? You're smoking a lot."
I just smiled in reply.
I was generally ok except when this girl was touching his lap and his hair.

When the bar closed, the 6 of us agreed to continue drinking at his flat. Two pretty girls were with us earlier and Thankfully, they left. Getting home presented a small problem for me. His friend was only driving a compact sedan, meaning 2 people should take the cab. I was just standing there waiting for them to decide the split up. I was happy when I heard him say:
"G, you should be with me."
I was in heaven. Even if it just meant riding the cab with him. Then my bubble burst when he said to the Ukrainian girl. "You should come also"

Inside the cab, they talked a lot. Like old friends. I was extremely disheartened. Inside my head I was thinking to block his number after I gone home.

We were the first party to arrive at his flat so he sat us, me and the Ukrainian girl in the sofa. Hookah went to the kitchen when the girl asked for water. I tried talking to her but i sensed she really didn't want to. So I got up the sofa and asked to use the bathroom. He led me there but stopped me by the door to kiss me with such passion, I forgot why I was standing there. We had to stop.

He went to his room to change and I went back in the living room to see everybody arrived busily chatting with each other.

One of his friends asked whether I would drink beer or hard. "I'll just have beer, I have work tomorrow", I replied.

So the host prepared absinthe, vodka and beer. He then came out of the kitchen with a platter of sliced feta cheese and some chips. But others focused their attention to the beer I was drinking when he grabbed it gulped a few.

When the party moved outsid3 the balcony, we were sitting beside each other. The 2 other girls were giving me nasty glances by then because we were sharing a bottle of beer, like a couple.

It was late and I was getting a bit tired. But then I got really excited when he took my hand and suggested we go to his bedroom. The group was quiet when we stood up and I could only imagine them sharing meaningful looks among each other.

Inside the room, he put his music on and dimmed the lights. We started kissing and tearing up each other's clothes. He had me bend over at the edge of his bed while he entered. He was saying mumbling words but I couldn't hear him. I had to stand from my current position.
While his hands was around my neck and kissing my shoulders, he asked "Do you prefer any of my friends outside?"

"No, I only want you."

The room was dark but I could trace in his face by the that he smiled.
As He kissed my ears he whispered, "aywhaveyoo".

I was dumbfounded for 5 seconds.
I couldn't figure out just what he said. I turned around to face him but didn't have the courage to ask him to say it again, let alone ask what he did say that night.
I just touched his lips and continued kissing him.
Then it was rough and passionate love making afterward. I let him come in my mouth.

Forty minutes after we left the group, we found ourselves naked and exhausted. I quickly grabbed my clothes thinking about how we should return to the group. I was standing up ready leave the room while he was still naked extending his arms inviting me to cuddle.

I laughed at his gesture and said "No, everybody will be looking for us".

And with that, we returned to drinking. I'm sure the group found me dumb or something. They were talking a lot but I couldn't follow because I kept thinking about what happened inside.

When it was time to go home, he walked me to the lift, said "Thank you for coming, good night". Then kissed me in the forehead.

It was the longest elevator ride. From the 14th floor to the ground floor, I had many realizations but more on regrets:
1) I should've asked him what he said or what it meant.
2) I should've stayed when he asked me to cuddle.
3) I should've told him that I laugh when I'm nervous. That night I laughed when he asked to stay in bed not because the idea was funny, but because I was nervous, I wasn't ready.
4) when he kissed me in the forehead, it was then that I started to have feelings for him.