The One. Everyone has one. Some people remember their One fondly, but easily move on. Others remember their One with tremendous sorrow and regret. She remembered her One with such incredible fondness that she found it impossible to move on, with or without regret. In fact, she still wonders why she ever thought she should…
He consistently let her know he wanted her. He was cutting through her resolve to behave and it surprised her how patient and deliberate he was in his words and actions. He made eye contact a lot more these days, held her gaze, and would give her that knowing PDS just before he would look away. He was driving her crazy. She felt the sexual tension building in her when he stood too close, and it would resonate through her body whenever he spoke. He would smack or grab her ass when no one was looking, but he didn’t try anything more. Until the night neither of them ever forgot.
Whenever they all skipped the club, staying in to drink instead, there was always Dominoes or Spades for entertainment. That night, a few of them sat on the floor playing Spades. Everyone had worked long hours that day and her friends were falling off one by one to their rooms or their homes as it got later. He mentioned he wanted to run to the liquor store for more drink and asked if anyone else wanted to go. She hesitated a moment, assuming one person in particular would try to go with him. Surprisingly, her friend didn’t jump at the chance, but said good night instead. So, as casually as she could, she said, “Yeah, I’ll go.”
If he was pleased by that, he didn’t let her see it. She briefly wondered if she had been wrong, but the large amount of cheap strawberry wine she had consumed let her push that fear to the side and enjoy the ride. And enjoy it she did! He had her laughing with his quick wit and renditions of Bone Thugs n Harmony. As he took the long way to a liquor store that wasn’t the one closest to the apartment, she thought to herself how he really knew how to handle that muscle car. The way he drove that rumbling beast made her hot between the thighs. She wanted him to handle her like he handled that steering wheel. She wanted to feel his hard chest against her soft breasts, and to finally know what his lips tasted like…
“Do you want anything?”
His question took her out of her fantasy. “What do I want?” You. “More Boone’s? Do you need money?”
As she watched him saunter into the store, she felt a hunger deep inside her. She hadn’t realized her body had been starving, but he awakened her desire in a way that made her feel like her the lyrics of her favorite Prince song at that time: Insatiable. He strutted back out with a couple of bottles in brown paper bags and handed them to her as he got in. She couldn’t tell him how all she wanted in that moment was not go back to that apartment, but to take him back to hers. She wanted him to reach over and pull her body into his, and hoped the sheer strength of her thoughts and will would overcome him and he’d make that first move.
As they drove back, she noticed the laughter from earlier was gone, and the DJ on the radio was making the only conversation in the vehicle. The fear crept back in… Had she been wrong? Did he even want her? In an attempt to not appear as disappointed as she felt, she cracked her bottle and took a swig before realizing what she had done.
Her mind wandered as she exited the car. She wondered if she had misread him all this time? Was he not into her? Or was it the situation? She didn’t know what to say to him, so she walked along, holding her Strawberry Hill, and praying she could just go back inside the apartment and crash on the couch, saving herself any further embarrassment.
Everyone had gone to their rooms or left while they were gone. It was silent in the apartment. She thought about putting her drink in the fridge and just going to sleep, but instead she asked if he wanted to play Speed. They sat on the floor as she dealt the cards, both of them sipping from their bottles. She hyper focused on the game, trying to ignore all her earlier insecurity, hastily drawing and discarding, while he appeared to be in no hurry whatsoever, despite indication of the game’s name. Rather than try to keep up with her card laying pace, he reached over and squeezed her thigh with his free hand. She felt her body quake. His touch was everything in that moment. When she wouldn’t look up to meet his eyes, he set his cards down, grabbed a handful of her hair and kissed her. His lips lit her body aflame. She had never known passion like what he aroused in her. She kissed him back, softly at first, but as his tongue went deeper and harder into her mouth, her kisses became more eager and frenzied. She gave herself over to him completely.
Without taking his lips off of hers, he stood and pulled her swiftly to her feet in one smooth movement. Her head spun and her legs quivered. Was it the Boone’s or him? Or a combination of the two? She had hardly stood up, when he suddenly had her pants down and panties below her knees. He was on his knees before her, using his fingers to open her up, and darting his tongue in between her lips below. She could have cum right there, but she pulled back. She wanted to kiss him more. She pulled on his arms, begging him back to his feet. She didn’t notice when he had gotten his pants down, but everything was around his ankles and he pressed his dick against her wet lips. He kissed her hard as he pulled on her hair. In one strong, fluid movement, he lifted her onto the countertop and began to slide the tip in. Suddenly a stack of dirty dishes that had been stacked on the counter crashed into the sink. The noise jarred her and she remembered herself. What in the hell was she doing?! They’d all be out of their rooms any second with that clatter. She pushed him away and quickly pulled up her pants.
“Pull up your pants!” She whispered. He did so, slowly, reluctantly. His eyes told her he was not happy she had stopped. She wasn’t happy about it either, but she could not get caught with him like that. It would be the end of her friendships. All of them. But the way he looked at her, the way her pulse was still racing, the way her body shook and her womanhood ached, she knew they were far from finished. He didn’t just want her, he wanted her completely. And she would let him have all of her next time.