He gave me a month to study and focus on my exams, after all, every time we hung out- I kind of got "distracted". Well may be absolved is a better word for use. I'd make sure to clear my schedule of all my assignments and get my studies out of the way; because my Fridays/ weekends were dedicated to him. I'd leave my class by 2pm and take the earliest bus to his work place. Yeah that's right; he works.
He's 5 years older than me and a lot taller than me too and heavier- placing him at 6ft 5'', 220lbs over my 5ft 2'', 130 lbs. Yeah, he could break me, but he's the sweetest and gentlest thing- my panda bear. My sweet little pervy bear. Before him, I always dated guys I met online. You could say I was a loner/ not very social and by dating I meant fucking. I'd meet these guys for the first time, at their house and we were getting down and nasty.
Not the brightest ideas I've had in my life, nor were they the safest but when you're horny, you're horny. It's just that simple.
"How were your exams?" Chris asked me on the phone.
It was the first time I had spoken to him in 4 weeks, and boy was I thirsty. I never knew I could long for a man the way I did for him after just hearing his voice. My knees started to buckle and spontaneously my energy began to drain. I felt as if I had just climaxed from hearing his words.
"They're over..." my voice began to strain, "why talk about it?" regaining my confidence, I cleared my throat.
"When do I see you then?" he asked in that teasing voice- letting me know, I was going to get it and get it good.
"Whenever you want, lover boy" I teased, licking my lips and dropping my tone. In my 24 years, I've never felt like such a horny teenager- well I have but I never wanted a guy the way I wanted him.
It was an hour bus ride to his place- life of a student, I know. I got there at about 4:45pm because he ends at 5pm and I hate to wait. He let me sit in his office, while he worked away at his desk. I sat there noticing he had longer eyelashes than I, his bottom lip was red and fuller than his top and his fine hairs framed his face well, while his locks were pulled in a neat low pony tail. Contrary to my short bob which I recently dyed purple, my eyelashes were almost non-existent, as I spent most of my time plucking them out from my eyes.
My gaze began to lower to his neck. It was clean; I'd have to change that with some hickeys, which he didn't necessarily like, as he thought they were unprofessional. He would so hate me, especially since it's summer and he can't wear turtle necks as an excuse anymore. I swear I can't help myself though, once my tongue hits that bounding pulse, I just can't help but bite down on the skin around it. I lap at his neck like a dog hungry for water.
Suddenly I began to raise my eyes to find his eyes meeting mine. I swallowed a gasp knowing he saw me ogling him. He began to show teeth as his lips curve into a smile and I just couldn't resist biting my lip. He got up, not avoiding eye contact with me. It was a slow seductive prowl, the way in which he walked over to me. As if a predator being wary of scaring its prey away; it was the sexiest, most exotic and scary thing I've ever seen all in one. I had no idea why I was scared, but my heart began to rapidly hammer in to my mouth, I swallowed hard, as if trying to push it back down into my chest. Unaware, I began to back up further and further into the couch I was sitting on, until most of my weight was now on the back and I felt myself tipping backwards.
I let out a little scream or yelp as Chris was suddenly on top of me, hands behind my head protecting me as we both tipped over in the falling couch. Everything seemed to slow down at that moment. The feeling of falling back, him holding onto me yet sustaining his balance as the couch fell. It was the longest 2 seconds of my life, as I just lay there watching him then 'thud'. We hit the floor, but I felt no pain.
My back was against the coldness of the floor and that seemed to alleviate the hot steamy tension I had built up only seconds ago. My head was fine, but before thinking about my head, I forgot that Chris' hand should probably not be okay. I looked up into his calm eyes and he began to frown after he noticed I was starting to panic. Fear set in motion in my head, that I'd caused unnecessary trouble and damaged his hands by being impulsive.
He began making cooing noises, as if telling me not to scream or panic or cry. I bit hard on my lips, trying to stifle a little cry. I hated that I got so emotional when it came to him, but its unavoidable right? When you love someone- it just makes you stupid.
"Ummm, Chris..," he cut me off, sealing his lips forcefully over mine.
Did I say I cooled down from the floor? I lied, that kiss ignited every fire in my body. His tongue traced gently over my lips before it delved into my mouth to mingle with mine. It was wet, sloppy and intensely awesome. He sucked on my tongue with his, interchanging with licking and sucking on my lips. I began to feel like I was turning blue in the face, but I couldn't understand- the kiss was so good. Then I realized I couldn't breathe. I tapped his shoulder and he let up.
"Sorry, It's been so long." he breathed out in a raspy tone. I inhaled deeply through my mouth, as if there was no oxygen going to my brain at the moment.
"It's okay." I smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips, before he got up off me.
His knuckles were red from the fall but no cuts or intense bruising which made me relieved. He out stretched his hand and I took it, lifting me up to my feet.
I glanced at my watch to notice, it was 5:30pm. We had wasted time and would suffer for it by hitting rush hour traffic. I groaned and looked around to see we were the only ones left in the office; apparently everyone else had left early for the weekend.
"I'll drive," I frowned as I looked at Chris rubbing his knuckles. He opened his mouth to say something, but I guess the look on his face made him decide otherwise. I looked at my reflection in my phone to note the face I made, just in case; I got the chance to use it again.
