He told me to move on. He was too busy for me. That I ruined his "sex before marriage" rule messed up his mind. He let me go to pursue his dreams of becoming a doctor and left me in the dust.
What's a girl to do now? Who is going to hold me at night, make me feel alive and sate my passions? I went to find that other someone to take his place, even though he will always be in the back of my mind. He will always have my heart.
I found that other someone within my group of friends. He took me to my first strip club and told me how he just wanted me to be happy; just wanted for me to have a good time. He kissed me in front of half naked girls, in front of my friends, in front of a club full of strangers. We took more shots and decided to go home - his home.
His bedroom had a queen sized bed and a place to put his clothes. It smelled like basement, but frankly I was too drunk to care where I was or what I was about to do. I never wanted him to stop kissing me.
He was the second best kisser that I have ever encountered. He was one to use his mouth as well has his hands, one hand holding on the the back of my head while the other rested on my hip, stroking it. I held is face, tugged on his bottom lip and moaned for more.
His hand moved lower to between my legs. He rubbed there and I lifted my hips, telling him without words that I wanted even more. He slides his hand down my pants and I start to pant with anticipation.
I once never open my eyes.
He pushes aside my thin underwear and slowly strokes my nub. I grab his arm and try to push him away, but it was for him to go a little lower.