DarkJoy

A little over a week ago, I sent a message to a girl that I’d only seen face to face three times in the last year and a half, two of which saw us making out (both times at a new year’s eve party).  I asked her out, and after a few email exchanges, we decided to meet last Sunday.  Neither of us knew what to expect, but the memory of our previous intense encounters had set the bar high.

A cup of coffee later, I invited her to hang out at my apartment.  We talked over a glass of Crown Royal, about nothing in particular.  Careers, school, music, etc.  Not much later, Minx says, “I think this’ll be an early night.  I enjoy hanging with you but I was up until five last night and want to get some rest”.  I took that as code for, “Okay, we’ve talked enough.  Time to make your move.”  So after a few more minutes of conversation, I casually put my glass on the side table and moved in closer to her.  I gently rubbed her thigh, looking deep into her eyes, our faces inches away from each other.

She made a slight gesture towards me, as if to kiss me, then stopped herself.  Knowing I had won the standoff, I moved in to kiss her.  Once again, the passion between us burst into white hot flames.  Moments later she was straddled on top of me, grinding her hips.  She caressed my face as I held her waist.  It soon became apparent that things were not going to slow down any time soon.  I stood up, with her still in my arms, and walked back to my bedroom.

What took place next can only be described as complete and unrestricted indulgence.  We tore into each other with such ferocity and aggression, pain serving only to heighten the pleasure.  As far as first sexual encounters have gone for me, this one easily ranks as number one.  In terms of absolute best?  Well, it’s certainly too early to say.  But the way we get it on definitely has the potential to bump the current top spot placeholder.

In between rounds (yes we went at it more than once), we lay in my bed, talking.  At one point a game of shadow puppets took place.  Something about it all felt overly fantastical, like the first half of 500 Days of Summer (except that I’m much more confident in my approach to women).  When we finally reengaged, we instinctively held each other so tight, desperately throwing our hips at each other.  Eventually we reached climax again, and the intensity slowly died down.  Again we lay there, talking about anything, smiling on the inside and out.  This felt good.  This felt great.

Eventually we started to get dressed, kissing as each piece of clothing went on.  ”Just because I’m getting dressed doesn’t mean you have to!”, she says with a smile.  ”Well…you’re time is up.  You’ll have to pay extra for more”.  Back in the living room, we converse a little more.  She plays around with my belongings, reading chapters of my personality with each item she grabs.  She doesn’t falter as I take a few photos of her charming investigation.

Now standing at my entry way, not quite ready to go, we embrace each other tightly.  A few more kisses and she’s out the door.  ”Have a good night”, she says with a smile the size of the moon.  I smile back, and wish her the same.

Even now I’m not sure what to make of this.  There’s no question that we like each other, yet I have my doubts as to whether or not anything will continue.  There has been so much time in between each time we’ve met, I wonder how long it will be before we see each other again.  Of course, control is now in my hands.  There’s no reason not to think that anything is possible between us.

And to answer the burning question…what of Jane?  We’ve been in regular communication since our most recent split.  Though she said we can only be friends, I hear more than that in her words when she talks to me.  There is more than that in her eyes when she looks at me.  However…I am in control now.  Regardless of what situation she and I may find ourselves in, I think I’m certain that I don’t want to start anything more between us now…friendship is the way forward, to whatever end awaits us.

And as for Minx, the Wild Rose, I’m surprised by her charm.  One comforting thought is that, as much as I know I feel for Jane deep down…were it not to work out, I would still be happy knowing that someone like Minx exists.  More than one road is open before me…which one shall I take?

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