Undisclosed Desires

Chapter 1 - Just a fling

Looking back and thinking of Lisa, I have very vivid memories of her. I remember the first time I saw her, she was running down the street, her hand inside her huge bag trying to find something. She bumped onto Curtis and her mobile landed at my feet; and so did she. I like women staring up at me. Especially beautiful women.

First thing I thought? I would love having her in my bed, moaning my name. But I knew by the way she was acting, I would have to work hard for it. Harder than usual that was. Because like all women, she loved the way I looked and hated me the moment I spoke to her. Apparently I was too arrogant.

But I couldn't let her get away. I couldn't take my eyes off of her face; her round and full lips; her sexy brown eyes. If Curtis hadn't asked her to help us find a place to sit, I would have had to come up with something to keep her around. Though I doubt she would say yes; she was one of those girls she played hard to get. 

Even though she didn't pay the slightest attention towards me, I insisted on walking her to the subway that night, trying to break the ice. The guys understood that she caught my attention for not giving me much and Curtis even invited her to the concert. It was clear that she didn't like me very much. But I was determined; I was going to change that. 

I was very much conflicted with her behavior. One minute she was shy and blushing, and the other she was bold and aggressive; looking at me under her dark eyelashes and smirking. Like the following night in the hotel elevator, when I tried to tempt her for a kiss but she just blew me off by the most promising way. She only made me want her more.

I did get her into my bed the second night, though, and I'd thought that that would be it. In bed, she was just what I expected; fighting for dominance and challenging me. I loved being inside of her and listening to her moan my name. I confess, I wanted to keep her around because she gave me the best blow job I'd in a while. But it wasn't enough. There's something about her demeanor that was magnetizing me.

I guess I should have figured out that something was up after we slept together by the way she was looking at me. She'd said and I even remember the tone in her voice I was "painfully beautiful" while we showered together, and she sounded so sad. I didn't know how to react. The next morning, if I hadn't woken up when I had, she would have been gone. 

I don't know if it's because of me or because of my lifestyle. A guy in a band seems to be a popular choice among girls. Usually they want to stick around after having sex, pretending to be asleep when it was time to go or whining about having no ride home. But with her it was different. 

The fact that she wanted to leave, made me want her to stay. Lisa wasn't predictable like every other girl I'd been with. I wanted to keep her near me. I wanted to kiss her and feel her again. I wanted her to stay and answer my questions. 

I needed to know why she wasn't shy with me like she seemed to be with everyone else. Whenever I made her a compliment she just responded with a smart, cocky line, but with everyone else, she blushed. I didn't understand why she was different around me. I needed to know.

Another thing I noticed was, the effect I had on her. I irritated her. And that made her aggressive. It was good thing, however, when she used that aggression in bed. I loved that.

I loved the way she always teased me to the point where I wanted to grab her and throw her on the bed. She was playing games and driving me insane; gaining more and more points every time we had sex or even just foreplay. She was something else. 

But after every time we had sex, she was a whole different person. And that was when I began losing her. It was like being with two girls. One constantly teasing and flirting shamelessly with me; driving me insane with the way she whispered in my ear and kissed my body. And another girl, one I didn't know. I had no idea who she was. She had not once spoken about herself. Everything I knew I had to ask for, I had to be persistent and pry or she would've never revealed anything about herself.