The night started with a kiss.
I took a deep breath and my hands started taking down my pants. My stomach quivered on the verge of exhilaration. He pulled on my hips, pressed his body into mine until I could smell his masculine aroma, so sexual and animalesque. I guided him to my room. I laid on the bed and he crawled up to join me. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt as I watched and anticipated. The belt buckle slid away. The top of his boxer briefs appeared in the gap. He leaned in and kissed me again. “What am I doing here?”, I thought briefly. “Why am I doing this?” “How is this fair?”
I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty inside for doing this to Matt, but at this point in my life I was desperately longing to be with someone normal, even if I didn’t deserve it. All I know is that I wanted it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of his fingers as he wrapped his hand around my cock. Our eyes were locked onto each other before he slowly started going down on me.
This scenario was playing in my head as soon as we stepped inside Matt’s house. We were both drunk, and I was the one to initiate the kiss. But his rough hands pushed me away. And I refused to give up. I don’t remember the last time I wanted someone so bad. But Scott wasn’t one of those men you can actually be with. He was one of those men you fantasize about.
After our night out downtown, I tried to take advantage of the situation and drove him back to my place. It was a bad idea. Scott immediately walked to the door and left the house. I offered to drive him home but he kept on walking away. I guess I won’t be seeing him again.
The night started with a kiss… and ended with it.