I’m sure I could have fucked her in the parking lot, but for once I showed some restraint. You know how people always say, “It’ll happen when you least expect it!” Well, I’ve never truly believed that, until last night.
Because I wasn’t aware of the change of chemistry in the air around me and lucky number six. I only felt the thrill of changing winds when she whispered, “I have wanted to kiss you for a week, now”. That’s the moment I knew; the Earth had tilted on its axis and shifted in my favor.
The first time I saw her, she was sitting alone at the bar. Normally I’d only size her up to see which of us had the upper hand in the room. To my surprise she didn’t even glance my way. I was a nonissue to her. Confidence oozed from her pores–an unfamiliar quality in my encounters.
She was a force in the room, a six-foot tall, dishwater blonde, covered in exotic water colored tattoos. My complete opposite and not exactly what I’d call “my type”. I was for once without the power of being the prowess. I was the prey.
Her flirtations were subtle at best. We shared a few drinks and laughs that first weekend. I inquired about her tattoos, made jokes and carried on in my usual fashion. The fact that her mind was on my lips never truly occurred to me.
As I took a seat next to her on the patio the next weekend, it was simply because I enjoyed her playfulness. As the night wore on, those subtle flirtations grew in intensity. “I love your outfit”, “your hair”, … to “you’re fucking hot”.
I chuckled at her, chuckled… I’ve never heard those words in that context. Maybe I was giddy or more nervous. I blew her off, waved a hand of dismissal and laughed some more.
The night progressed and led into an evening of small touches, lingering glances, an undercurrent of erotic advances that led us to a back alley behind the bar. Standing face to face looking at the moment— I moaned into the crook of her neck—fire in her eyes said the words before she did, “I want to kiss you”. And I’ve never been one to deny someone of their hard fought wishes.
There are few words that can accurately describe the feeling of another woman’s lips touching your own and so for the sake of saving inaccuracies I’ll describe how the night sky that that was filled with inky blackness burst into a bazillion shooting stars, a full moon, a lunar eclipse and every single night sky anomaly— all of them combined in that one unforgettable kiss from a woman who wanted it.