It was a scent, a taste that floated through the air and across my senses. One moment I was there, the next, lost in a sea of emotion and memory....
I remember his hands, the first time we met, strong and soft against mine as we informally shook hands. He was with another girl that night, and I was flirting my way into free drinks at the bar, so our paths separated, and very little more was thought of it.
It wasn't until the third time that we met that any thoughts of something more began to tingle at the back of my head, and tingle they did. Tipsy as I was at this tiny party, I made sure that he had reason enough to notice me. "Come sit with me!" I would beg in my little girl voice. I began to trace lines down his neck with my fingers, playing with his hair. He traced lines up and down my arms and across my thighs. Closer and closer he came to dangerous places, but never there. My breast practically screamed for him to touch them, for him to bite my nipples. I was wet with longing for him, for his strong hands to penetrate me and send me reeling into a sea of pleasure.
I had to get up and walk away from his temptations, this man I barely knew was playing my body like a violin. In my naivetΓ© and lack of experience, I had never met a man who could make my body respond in the passionate ways that this practical stranger had with mere touches.
I finally made my way over to my friend and told her "I'd really like to fuck him right now." Her response? "Do it!" I laughed it off then, but on our way home, she took me to his house.
I can still remember the taste of spearmint gum on his lips as he kissed me that first time. I guess he had thoughtfully decided that the taste of the beer we had both been drinking before would not have been appropriate. I was so lost in the whole idea of sleeping with a stranger that it never even crossed my mind.
By the time we got to the bedroom, my mind had shut down. All I could do was respond to these overwhelming impulses and emotions that were raging through me. He reached out to me and began to undress me. The zippered boots I was wearing were pulled off of my feet. The open, white button up shirt hit the floor behind me. The scarlet cammie was pulled over my head, and the pleated mini skirt was unzipped, and dropped down around my ankles. As I stepped out of the circle of clothing he spun me around to face opposite him, and unclasped my bra. He wrapped his warm muscled arms around me and squeezed both breasts the way I had been longing for him to all night long.