My thigh was pressed up against his on the couch, and that little bit of contact sparked a rush of feelings to go shooting up through the rest of my body starting between my legs. Just like Pandoras box - those feelings all escaped out of there and were let loose upon my body. His breathing got heavier. i tore my face away from the tv and felt my neck move, and with it my head, all i could see was his face. Every little last hair on his cheek was there, and then i saw his eyes. I straddled him, and bent my neck down low, and held his waist, and nudged my nose against his. He sat still. Just staring.

“Why wont you kiss me? Am i frightening you?”

“No. Your beautiful. I dont know what to do with someone as beautiful as you.” I grabbed a tuft of his long dark locks and kissed his cheek, then his ear and nudged my face into his neck. He caressed my hips and the caress eventually turned to hard rubbing down my sides.

His eyes were hooked on mine. They swirled with longing and and some kind of frustration, or even aggression. Thats when he kissed me. it wasnt a kiss though. It was almost a hit to my lips. I had to gasp my next breath.

We had sex on that couch before his roomey came back from drinking. And then partly on impulse and partly because i didnt want to hear K singing anymore drunken songs before he finally konked out for the night, i decided we had to go out to have pizza at The Moon on the corner. Once we got there we decided to have bruschetta’s instead. We weren’t that hungry after all. The tomatoes were topped that high, i couldnt put my whole mouth over that mountain, they kept falling onto our plates. I think half the bruschetta ended up being there. He kept rubbing my leg from across the table. It was funny, because the waiter guy , or owner or whoever he was kept looking over to us. I told R that, so he started to rub his hand higher and higher and more on my inner leg just to see what the guy’s reactions would be. The guy ended up leaving the courtyard where we were sitting and stayed inside. After that we went home and we talked for ages. K kept snoring in the other room so we couldnt really get to sleep anyway. R was telling me how much he wants to start his own business eventually. an advertising agency. He knows exactly how its going to be right down to the green plush sofas, and groovy waterfalls in the foyer. and how he said he’d defintely only work with high class sporting brands eventually. Thats his dream.