The Modelo Virus (Movid-69)

touch my danny devitos (Rated R-420)

In this vast universe, our love is unique.

Please stay the way you are, for it is what I fell for the moment we met.

The many strings of fate destine our togetherness.

-Onegai Sensei

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It was very dark outside, around 10PM. I was sitting in the backseat of my mom's SUV, waiting for him to arrive. I was wearing a black t-shirt with a galaxy design on it, and some gray cotton shorts with little pandas all over it.

We had only been talking for about a month, and maybe an extra week or two. My previous relationship was very physical, and it gave me a real taste of what it feels like to actually have lust for another person. Coming away from that relationship helped me see how some people are able to do it with strangers.

I sat there nervously in the back seat. My heart was racing, while I thought of all the possibilities that could happen tonight. I wasn't exactly planning anything, or even expecting it, but I definitely wanted it more than I knew at that very moment.

The streets were quiet, the car I was in was parked parallel to the street, across from my parent's apartment. The street was to my left, and a large parking lot was to my right. A few empty cars were parked in the lot, and another in front of my mom's.

A few minutes later, his car pulled up, perpendicular to the one I was in. The headlights shone brightly, until they shut off and he hopped out of the car. It was Steven.

He opened the car door and sat in the other seat of the car, with the middle separating us.

"Hi." I said quietly. I get so shy around him. I haven't seen him in a few days, but we've been talking almost nonstop. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.

"Hey, I missed you." He told me as he reached for my hand on the middle seat. Our fingers slowly intertwined, he was warm and inviting, versus the cold air outside. His tan skin deeply contrasts my pale and pasty self.

"I missed you too," I replied. We sat there for a few seconds in silence, it was a little awkward. He scooted closer to me, sitting in the middle, making our shoulders touch. He has a certain smell, it's fresh, yet specific.

We started talking about random things, we get along really well. I'm very comfortable with him after a while, he hasn't talked to anyone like this in a long time.

Heartbreak comes in many forms, but for us it seemed to be pretty similar. We came from somewhere we couldn't rely on, everything was full of doubts and insecurities. In the end it just made us understand each other more, it was almost gravitational.

Since my previous relationship was so physical, I think my body connects more responsively to touch and feeling, instead of waiting for so long for me to attach to another person emotionally. But because I had already known Steven, and we had been talking so much each day, to me it felt like we had known each other almost forever.

My last relationship was the most physical I've ever been in my life, it was almost too much for me to handle.

When you get to a point in a relationship where you're tired of the other person, you start to fake things. That's what happened with me and my ex. I knew I didn't love him anymore when I started to pretend I orgasmed so he would stop. A couple of times I grinned through the pain I felt because I just wasn't wet enough. How could I be, If I didn't love him anymore? I would simply just get bored.

I could never get bored of Steven. Him and my ex are complete opposites. He keeps surprising me, every single day.

To be fair, my ex made way too many mistakes that I forgave. It's not surprising I lost interest in someone that just kept hurting me over and over, but that's a rant for another time.