As one grows older, memories fade. However, some remain, and when thought of, they can make our bodies and minds react in ways that could make us blush. Some have those effects on me, especially the thoughts of my sexual "firsts." While reminiscing about these times, one in particular remains fresh in mind.
Trevor had been a good friend of mine for years. Never had I imagined being sexually involved him...ok maybe at times a bit curious, but to act upon my curiosity was something entirely different. We occasionally rounded the local bar, All Stars. I was never a huge fan of that place, but it was popular residing place for my friends and Trevor. Less did I know, I would become a fan of that place soon enough.
One night, while I was attending college, a group of us went out. Somehow we ended up at All Stars. I was completely bummed, since I wanted to go dancing. The idea of sitting at a bar surrounded by walls covered with flat screen TVs playing a variety of sports, did not seem intriguing at the time. As my friends split off in different directions throughout the dimly lit place, I sat at the bar drinking my beer aimlessly staring at the screens; I was bored. Another beer ordered and half-way down, when I had been startled by a big masculine arm wrapped around my chest, almost yanking me from the stool.
Trevor was behind me, laughing and obviously already feeling a pretty good buzz. He grabbed another stool and pulled it next to me. As we had always done when we met up in town, we chatted and talked about school, jobs, and pretty much whatever else kept the small talk going. Trevor was not the most gorgeous guy on earth, but not a complete waste either. He was tall, very tall, with dark brown hair, lighter colored eyes, and moderately built. He was never one who took anything too serious, humor was one of his best attributes. His buddies had left for another local tavern, in chase of some young college freshman. I asked him why he stayed at the bar and was surprised by his response. He chose to stay because he had seen me sitting at the bar. I joked with him thanking him for feeling sorry for me. He insisted he didn't, but that he enjoyed hanging out together when we had the chance. I blew it off, and ordered more drinks.
A few hours went by and I had a heavy buzz going on, Trevor did too. Throughout the night we joked, and flirted back and forth, finding reasons to get closer, I know, so cliché. At one moment, we had headed out the back doors of the joint, where the back landing was located. It had tables and chairs scattered around it. This site was merely used for "smokers." Trevor and I would light up and smoke together; there was something about alcohol that makes you want to smoke.
As the night continued on, our flirtations became more direct, and I remember my curiosity starting to creep up. I was awkwardly turned on by him, not in such a way that I wanted a relationship. I did want him alright, but in bed!
I tried hard to shake off the horniness that took over me, but Trevor had made it so hard, with all his flirting and ass grabbing. He would occasionally joke and talk dirty to me, but for some reason, this time, I wanted him to act on it. I am sure it was the alcohol, now looking back, but never would I regret where the night led.
Closing time came too soon, as it always does when you are out partying, and neither Trevor, nor myself were ready to end the night. He mentioned we go back to his place and keep drinking. I highly doubt I needed any more alcohol, but at that point, there was no stopping me. We had paid our heavy tab, and headed out the door. Trevor's buddies had shown up to give him a ride home. Because I could not drive, Trevor insisted I come home with him. I didn't exactly with him.
When we arrived at his house, I was a bit shocked when his friends backed out of the driveway. I had assumed, they too, were going to join in on the "after-hours" drinking at Trevor's place. Even though I had been surprised, a small part of me was almost giddy they had left.
