I've never been one for love. Nothing in that field has really ever helped me...I've pretty much been evading love all my life. All it's ever done is hurt and bring about discomfort.
Until today, that is.
Earlier today I was sitting at home watching television until the phone rang. It was Lena, my best friend. She was in a relatively weepy voice and telling me how her boyfriend dumped her. Just hearing her so feeling so sad was enough to make me sad as well.
She was so pretty, too. She had these translucent brown eyes that just stunned me, at least. Her long brown hair was straight and flowing, better than it should be. That and her skin... normally I wasn't a big fan of tanned girls, but for some reason she looked really good to me like that. However, I had known her for over three years so I had fallen into that dreaded "friends" category. Well, I figured that behind every beautiful woman there's a man too spineless to tell her how he feels about her, so I headed down there.
I arrived about ten minutes later, and upon arrival I put my cigarette out and knocked on the door. When she answered I was taken aback, even more than usual. She looked hotter than ever for some reason. It could have been the short, loose fitting skirt she was wearing. Perhaps it was the tight navel revealing T-shirt. Hell, maybe it was just because she's simply gorgeous in my eyes. I was almost ashamed of the thoughts I was having of her, but I'm only a man. The visuals of me drilling into her ran through my head like the sugar plums in "The Night Before Christmas". I tried to shake these thoughts off as I greeted her.
"Hi, Lena," I said, happy that my jeans were tight enough to efficiently conceal my developing erection.
"Hi, Jake," she said softly. She opened the door and gestured to a couch. "Are you thirsty at all?" she asked.
"I'm fine, thanks," came my response. Finally she sat next to me on the couch. "So, what's wrong," I asked, hoping to help relieve her problem somewhat.
"Well," she began, "it's not that complex. Paul cared about nothing but sex, and when I said that it was too early in the relationship, he called me a bitch and left!" Tears were already forming in her eyes. Seeing this girl who's had subtle restraints on my heart for so long just made me sad.
"Come here," I uttered. I held her in my arms and reassured her. "He already made his choice, Lena, and there's nothing you can do about it. It was a faulty decision in my opinion, but that's his loss. He doesn't deserve you, Lena. There's so much more to you than that beautiful exterior.."
I caught myself, but a little too late.
She looked up. "You think I'm beautiful?"
I figured the jig was up, so fuck it. "Of course I do, I always have." She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, shimmering with something unidentifiable but....or was it lust? It must have been, because she started kissing me softly right then. It became apparent that maybe she had her inhibitions as well. The sudden feeling her full lips pressed against mine took me by surprise, but I quickly regained my composure. Feeling a little pert, I slowly slipped my hands up her shirt, only to feel her slide her tongue into my mouth. My tongue invaded her mouth, and then our tongues seemed to engage in some sort of territorial dispute. I slowly began undoing her bra, and as it came undone, she was working on my pants. Finally I grabbed a hold of myself. I broke our kiss. "Wait," I told her. "Should we be doing this?"