I could hear his car coming up my gravel driveway, stopping only feet from my 2 car garage, as usual, I peered out from my 2nd floor bedroom window and watched as he walked up to the kitchen door and let himself inside. It's not like Jordan needs an invitation to enter my home, this has been our Friday evening routine for months, and I don't see it changing any time soon. I hear him climbing up the stairs and it causes me to go into a slight panic mode while I scramble through my room picking up the mess I made while I was trying on every outfit I owned early this evening. Even though this is just our normal friendly dinner doesn't mean I shouldn't look perfect, right?
"Emera, are you in here?" Jordan was just on the other side of my bedroom door, with one hand on the edge of the door and his head slowly peeking in.
"Of course I am, you can't act like you didn't hear all the noise I was making." I said jokingly as he entered my bedroom. Jordan was a fine man, he was taller than average, built but not skinny, a smooth face with a perfect mustache and goatee, warm inviting eyes and a smile that could light up a room. Simply put, he was the best eye candy in town, all the ladies were dying for a chance to be with him, but he preferred to stay single, he believed that a relationship would just complicate his life and he liked to live as easily as possible.
"Well, I'm pretty sure you made quite a mess going through all your clothes." He said as he was eyeing a few random items I missed on the floor by my dresser. "But, that outfit looks stunning on you." He reached his hand out to me, waiting for me to take it. "Come on darling, I'm starving."
I took his hand and he led me out of my bedroom. down the stairs, through the hallway, into the kitchen and out the back door. He opened his car door for me, I climbed in, thanked him with my eyes, he shut the door, climbed into the drivers seat and in no time we were off to the city in his jet black sporty coupe.
A few hours later we were stumbling into my kitchen laughing and acting like we were 3 sheets to the wind, but we were sober, I swear. I started to get glasses and alcohol out for our customary nightcap, we usually have a few drinks, watch a movie or play cards and then pass out in my living room like a couple of teenagers. But that wasn't the plan tonight. As I was reaching for the glasses on the top shelf of the cabinet, Jordan stood behind me, closely behind me. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled me back until my body was against his, then he reached up and grabbed my right hand before I could reach the glasses, pulling my hand down and wrapping it around my waist over his left arm.
"I think it's time we try something new, if you don't have any objections Emmy." He whispered into my ear, his soft Hispanic accent was enough to make my knees go weak.
I turned around while he still had his arms around me, I traced my hands up his arms, over his shoulders and then rested them behind his neck. I looked up at him, getting slightly lost in his chocolate eyes, I raised myself to my tippy toes and gently kissed his bottom lip. We both let out a quiet sigh, leaned into each other and locked our lips even deeper on one another.
He bent down slightly, gripped the back of my thighs and lifted me up onto the counter behind me. Without breaking our locked lips he positioned himself between my thighs with his hands on my hips. I moved my hands slowly, down to his shoulders then over his chest and across his stomach until I reached the hem of his shirt. As I put my hands under his shirt caressing the bare skin of his sides, I thought to myself, this is actually going to happen I've dreamt about this moment since high school and now the sexiest guy in town is in my kitchen with his lips on mine. It's like I won the lottery.
