“I have to kiss you,” he said as he pulled me to him and crushed his mouth down onto mine.
I kissed him back and pressed my body against the length of his. His arms wrapped around my waist like a straight jacket and our mouths locked and unlocked, nibbled and bit at soft, silky lips.
He released my body, for just a second, and I grabbed his face and held it to mine. He kneaded my arms and shoulders and pulled me back into him and a little noise escaped me. This kiss..
Finally we broke apart and looked at each other under the street lamp. I blinked. “So, that answers the chemistry question,” he said.
I felt mute, but agreed. My head spun like a top.
“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out,” he said. “I like this,” his big hand dragged lightly down the front of my dress and motioned to my body. “And I really like this.” Both hands traced my face and head.
We were no more than 30 feet down a residential street on our way to his car. “So, will you walk me to my car?” he’d asked while Marian was in the restroom. Of course I said yes. The bar was closing in 20 minutes, we didn’t have long, but the couple of times Marian had gracefully given us a moment to ourselves there were unspoken messages flying between us, a foot casually hooked on the other’s calf, a sneaky sniff of a perfumed neck or broad chest. We needed to be alone.
Marian winked at me as we’d left and when we crossed the street he took my hand. I told him how good it felt to have my hand in his, how I typically don’t let a man touch me there. I felt like making a reference to Vivian, the hooker with a heart of gold who doesn’t let her tricks kiss her on the mouth, but I felt too shy. Holding his hand and admitting it was new to me felt like enough.
Moments later he was kissing me roughly on the sidewalk and saying those words and filling my every sense.
He took my hand again and we crossed the street to the darker side under a canopy of sleeping trees. He pressed me against a trunk and slid his hand up my thigh, our kiss deep and passionate. I kept my eye on the warmly lit windows over his shoulder and wondered if anyone could see us.
We kept walking, his fingers threaded through mine, our arms and bodies intermittently drawn back together to embrace.
Finally, we reached his car parked directly under a streetlight. He came up behind me and held me close and kissed my neck. I stumbled forward and leaned against the hood of his car and he pressed himself against me. I saw headlights approaching.
“We can’t do this out here,” I said.
“You’re right, we can’t.” We laughed at our homeless situation and got in the car. I unbuttoned his jeans but couldn’t slip my hand in before he stopped me.
“Wait…” He looked confused.
“Are you turning down a blowjob?” I asked.
“No. Yes. Wait, I think I am.” He explained that he’d told himself to wait until September. “And besides, I want space to be with you. I don’t want it like this in a car.” I hadn’t thought anything through, but he was right. We needed space.
“I’ll be back up for my birthday with Peyton the first weekend in September. You can come over after bedtime and we can just hang out some more then and the weekend after that I’ll be back for Tina’s 30th birthday and I’ll peel off then and we can have some real alone time.”
He thought that sounded like a fine idea.
“I’m not used to this waiting,” I said and squirmed a little. The light from above cast shadows on my bare legs and cleavage.
“I’m not either.”
He reached across and pulled my top down and my bare breast sprung free. “Your nipples are amazing,” he breathed as his mouth locked on. He sucked and nibbled and bright, exquisite pain shot through me. I held his dark head to me and closed my eyes.
He drove me back to the bar and we kissed goodbye and I floated to Marian who was talking to a man in a plaid shirt and leather necklace. Barbacks were flipping chairs upside down and people were noisily closing tabs, but I barely noticed. I stood there as if in a daze while we got our car from the valets, the drive home was a dreamy recap of how the night had gone, and by the time I climbed the stairs to my guestroom all I could do was smell him all over me.
I texted him that I’d arrived safely like I’d promised and a picture of me smiling and disheveled.
This morning, in my pajamas and Marian’s cardigan, I’m still smiling and still covered in his scent. Our first meeting went well.