Last Saturday was TB’s and my second date. I really wouldn’t consider it a date though. My idea of a date is dinner and a movie and so on and so forth. Instead, we crashed at his dorm and watched a movie…The Queen. I saw it before, but I pretended I didn’t because he was trying to impress me (I think). It was sweet of him to pick a movie he thought that I’d like (which I do). So there I was sitting on his bed and there he was sitting on the floor watching how Queen Elizabeth
fucked up made the wrong decisions after Diana’s death. In front of us was an open box of pizza which was getting colder by the minute.
“Do you wanna start studying for our tax test?” I asked.
“J”, he said, “It’s Saturday night! Let’s just have some fun.”
He grinned. I turned red.
“You owe me something” TB said
I said “Like what? money?”
I laughed nervously.
He took my hand and held it against his. “You have big hands,” he said. I just laughed. I was going out of my head. I started laughing and he began asking me why I was laughing and all I could say was NOTHING.
TB started to inch closer and closed his eyes. I kept mine wide open. I knew what was going to happen next.
HE KISSED ME.
His lips met mine and all I could think of was a) I should have worn lip gloss because my lips were dry and b) what if he starts to stick his tongue in my mouth. The funny thing was as the kiss went on I started to forget. I began to enjoy him sucking on my upper lip and feeling his breath on my face. I was falling for him. His tongue slipped in between my lips and I began to do he same to his. Then I pulled back and said, “I should go. It’s late and I have like a 40 minute drive home.” He loooked sooo disappointed and even gave me the sad puppy eyes. “Stay the night…pleazzzze,” he begged. I said I couldn’t because I have work the next day. He walked me downstairs and we were silent. He just held my hand. As we got to the main entrance, he was leaning forward to kiss me again. I leaned back. No kisses in public. “Call me once you get home. ok?” he whispered.
When I got home I regretted not staying the night. What good are 500 thread count sheets when no one is there to appreciate it with you?