He Said
by: Cinderella
Copyright '02

I think it was your denim skirt. The way it hugged your ass.. I m glad I turned my head towards you when you walked by me. Otherwise I would have never met you.
 
I saw you walking towards the bar. You sat up on the stool talking to the blonde girl beside you and I caught myself licking my lips. I watched you taking your martini glass in your hands, playing with the outrageously many olives in it. Your tongue moved sensually to lick your lips and taste the gin on them. I watched your fingers caressing your tummy that was slightly peeking out from your tube-top. I instantly wanted to put my hand there and feel the heat of your body. I wondered if you did it on purpose… to drive men watching you insane. But you didn’t seem to realize what you were doing, which made my throat dry.
 
I turned my head back to the people I was with and asked them if they wanted a drink. No one did, but me. Hell, I wanted more than a drink. I wanted to approach you. I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted to hear your laughter. I wanted to see you smile at me. I wanted to feel your hands on me.
 
I stood up. For seconds, I just stood there, 'examining' you. Your beautiful brown hair that fell on your shoulders, your thin hands, your smile. Two girls, who approached me giggling, with her boobs bobbing up and down, interrupted me. I looked at them and felt sick. Cleavage much? I ‘m a man, but that doesn’t mean I m gonna fall for that. I signed their shirts turning my back to you, treated them with my friendly smile and said bye.
 
 I cleared my throat and began walking towards the bar. You didn’t glance at me once. I felt my heart beating fast. For a moment I panicked. What was I feeling? What the hell was that? My knees trembling when I walk over to talk to a woman? Me?? It would be so much easier if you were dancing… I d come close to you to dance with you, or simply motion at Lonnie to bring you up to the VIP. I took in a deep breath. Maybe it was the alcohol, I thought.
 
I came and stood right beside you. I saw the blonde girls' eyes widen when she looked at me. I ordered my drink and you turned around to see who did the voice belong to. Your eyes widened too and you took in a sharp breath. I cursed inside me. I didn’t particularly like it that you knew me. But who didn’t?
 
You didn’t say a word. You just turned your head around to your friend. Your perfume was killing me. I wanted to rub my nose against your hair and smell you. Senses are powerful.
 
You turned your head to me again and smiled. I could see it. The surprise, the excitement. I prayed for you not to be like the others.
 
"What 's with all those olives?" My voice was there. Surprisingly.
 
You looked at me with those brown smoky eyes and I couldn’t look away. Just a little further down, to those amazing full lips. Was I bad for wanting to taste them? And bite them a bit with my teeth?
 
"I like to put them in my mouth and suck the life out of them", you replied. I guess my dick realized what you said before my mind did, coz it jerked on its own. You, on the other hand, blushed and swallowed hard, with your friend giggling beside you. I knew there was no sexual innuendo in your answer, but hell, it made me horny. "I..." you began, but stopped.
 
"I know what you meant", I said. I couldn’t help but smile. The way you blushed was adorable. You kept bringing your fingers close to your mouth, drawing attention to your lips. Like they didn’t stand out on their own. God, the way you bit your bottom lip…
 
Awkward silence for a while.
 
"I m Josh", I said. "You?"
 
"Angela", you said.
 
My eyes fell on your tube top. I felt like an idiot. Your name was written on it. A silver tiger, and then "ANGELA". "I should have guessed", I told you, smiling.
 
You smiled back. I could sense it. You were nervous as hell. I didn’t know if I should leave running or trust my instinct.
 
Your friend whispered something in your ear, stood up, waved bye and left. I felt better. Now I think I behaved like a jerk. I didn’t even ask what her name was.
 
"Are you here with someone?" I asked. Your nervousness made me think something was wrong.
 
"Oh no!" you said. "No!"
 
I was relieved. And I had no idea why. Maybe because I liked you so much. Maybe coz I was hoping I ‘d taste those lips… Then I felt it again. That panic. How was it possible to like you so much? I knew you for less than a minute, and I d been staring at you for ten. Was there really such a thing like instant attraction? I wont dare call it the other way…
 
I sat on the stool your friend left. You were staring so deep into my eyes you were scaring me. You had the strangest look on your face.
 
“I can leave you alone if you want” I said. You jumped up at the sound of that.
 
“No..” you pleaded with a barely audible voice. That plea made me want to run away. You knew who I was.  I probably wouldn’t meet up your expectations. But there was something about you that didn’t let me walk away. I still don’t know what it was.
 
You had the cutest accent I had heard. It turned out you were really exotic. You stood out from all the Barbies in there.
 
I remember how I tried to make conversation. You seemed afraid to speak. Like I would get you wrong, like I d laugh at you. Usually I find that so unattractive. But you… You  I wanted to hug. Every time you smiled at me, I felt dizzy. Every time you laughed with something I said, I felt like a king. I tried to make you realize that I was interested in what you had to say. Even if that was the reason you have seven olives in your martini.
 
I remember when your hand accidentally brushed against my thigh. I lost my breath. And every time you came close to my ear to whisper something… and you ‘d just breathe, without speaking.. God, it drove me insane… Horny… Not for sex. For sex with you.
 
I don’t know what made me grab your hand and drag you out of the club. When I stopped outside and looked at you, I met those big brown eyes staring at me surprised.
 
"I didn’t like it in there", I said simply.
 
"Where do you wanna go?" you asked, fingers trying to button your cardigan.
 
I was so very bold that night. I came close to you and helped you button it. Your fingers lightly touched my hands and I bit my lip hard. You looked into my eyes and my knees trembled. My mouth went dry again. I wanted to kiss you. How movie-like of me. I resisted that urge. Being who I was didn’t justify anything.
 
"How about there?" That was stupid of me, I know. But I wanted to be alone with you, some place quiet.
 
"Starbucks...", you said, trying to stifle a laugh. "Sure!"
 
And then it happened. In there. In a Starbucks coffee shop. We ... bonded. I don’t remember feeling so comfortable with a girl. I don’t remember feeling so free, so carried away. Everything was perfect. Playing hangman with you on a Starbucks napkin.. Fighting over which Sting song is better… Why Marc Jacobs and Roberto Cavalli are simply the best… Giving me your 101 reasons of why I should hate Helmut Newton… I felt like I was high.
You didn’t even ask one single question about the group. I loved you for that. And you didn’t head for my crotch either, which made me want you more. If you had gone for my crotch, like all those women do from minute one, I ‘d be long gone. But you didn’t. And I wanted you for that. It was the weirdest of things, the weirdest of feelings. You had this innocence, this attractiveness, this sweetness… All of them together. You were confusing my body, my brain, my everything.
 
I felt like we knew each other. You already knew me though, and I couldn’t deal with that very well.
 
"I know what they decided that you are", you told me. "Show me what you really are".
 
I never wanted to kiss a woman more than I wanted to kiss you that moment. Do you remember how I couldn’t stop staring at you? And you ‘d look away... And I ‘d smile... And I ‘d pull your face back with the tips of my fingers… and then we d look at each other, giggling like two ten year olds.
 
I have met women and women after you. No one made me feel this way.
 
I remember how I lost my breath again when you turned around to see where a noise came from and when you moved your head back, we came face to face. Almost mouth to mouth. You licked your lips, but you didn’t make a move closer to me. You didn’t even wait for me to make a move. You instantly looked away, leaving me drowning in the scent of your perfume.
 
I couldn’t help but ask.
 
“  ‘Angel’  ”, you said.
 
How appropriate, I thought. A fragrance called Angel. On your body. I can still remember the smell of it. I can still taste its sweetness in my mouth. And when I smell it, or something similar to it, my heart begins to race, and my eyes explore the place, just in case it’s you. But it’s never you. It’s never you…
 
I think of all those girls that come on to me every single night. Or even day. Hundreds. Tall, short, blondes, brunettes. I have a fucking catalogue. I can have any and every of them. You, I cant.
 
I don’t even know how long we stayed in that Starbucks place. All I know is that by the time I stepped out of it, all I could think was how do I ask to see you again. We started walking, without saying a word. I hesitantly intertwined my fingers with yours. Your fingers reacted squeezing mine. But you wouldn’t look at me. I remember so well. You would only breathe in and out slowly, like you had to say something and you couldn’t.
 
Then, all of a sudden, you pulled me towards that photo booth, smiling devilishly. I laughed with your enthusiasm and followed you. We sat side by side on the bench and you put the coins in. It took us a while to figure out where to look and we were both cracking up in there. It was a hilarious moment I ll never forget. And then when the four pictures and the laughing was done, I took 3 bucks out of my pocket, and put them in the slot.
 
“One more time!” I requested. I felt like a little kid in a candy store. Like I had been deprived of taking fun pictures.
 
You nodded and smiled at me and I looked at the camera all serious. First picture, we were both looking towards the camera. Second picture, you were looking at me. Third picture, you were kissing my neck. Forth picture, I was looking at you, looking at the camera, in total shock. I felt like my neck was burning after that kiss. The simplest and softest of kisses, it’s pureness caught on film. The way you trapped a bit of skin between your lips.. Oh God..
 
I didn’t know what to say. I know what I wanted though. You.
 
We stepped out of the booth in total silence and took the pictures from the slit. Beautiful. You looked beautiful. It was almost impossible for me not to smile at the sight of the first four photographs. And then the other four.. The other four were making the hair on my back stand up. The feeling of your lips against the side of my neck…
 
I took your hand and began walking without saying a word. I didn’t want to break the silence. I didn’t know what to say anyway. So far the night seemed too fairy tale-ish.. I didn’t want to ruin it, by saying something stupid.  Right when we got outside my hotel, you spoke.
 
“I guess this is goodnight,” you said, squeezing your fists nervously.
 
“…I guess” was all I could say. But all I wanted to say, was ‘hell no’. All I needed to say was how much I wanted and needed you. All I was dying to say was ‘Please stay’.
 
“I have something to give to you,» you said. I was hoping that would be your number, or the name of the hotel you stayed at. “It’s really nothing… Its actually funny” you said, smiling. Just give it already... was all I could think.
 
You put your small hand in your tiny purse and took a very small black box-like thing. You looked at it and then straight into my eyes.
 
“Don’t open it now” you requested.
 
“Ok..”, I said, really curious as to what was hidden in that tiny thing.
 
“Goodbye JC”.
 
I choked. I panicked. You had said ‘goodbye JC’. You had said ‘goodbye’. In a split second, all I could think was that the last image that I ‘d have of you would be your glistening eyes in the streetlight, as you turned around and began to walk away. Oh yeah, and the skin of my neck, burning. And all I could do was stare at your little gift. Which I opened. Thank God, I opened.
 
At first glance, I was confused. A cologne sample? And then I lifted the sample up. And I saw it. Damn.
 
I don’t know how my legs began to run, coz I don’t remember giving them that order. But they did. I ran behind you, grabbed your arm and turned you around, pulling you towards me. I pressed my lips against yours, tasting them for the first time, and your body as close to mine as I could. You were tense, but you soon relaxed and let me kiss you like you deserved. My tongue playing with your lips. My lips sucking and teasing yours. My fingers stroking the back of your head. There. In the middle of the freaking street.
 
 You were responding to my feverish kissing and I loved it.
 
I remember when I stopped and looked into your eyes. So dark, so beautiful, so inviting. I was waiting for a ‘stop’, a ‘no’, a something. But you had given me that. That red strawberry condom. And I should only use it on you.
 
So then I pulled you in my hotel, without a word being spoken. Just glances of desire and chests heaving.  We took the elevator up, but with it being filled with old people, I didn’t dare lay a hand on you. But I swear I could hear your heart beat loud and fast. Or was it mine?
 
By the time we reached the 17th floor, I was shaking. Man, I was nervous. I couldn’t even find the card to open the room’s door. All I could think was that I wanted you like hell. All I could think was that I wanted to please you like hell.
 
I finally opened the door and dragged you inside. I swear if I wasn’t afraid that I d scare you off, I d rip those damn clothes off of you. 
 
You looked at me with those inviting eyes and I almost fainted from lust. You were so silent, so calm. You drove me nuts.
 I put my hands on your face and kissed your lips again and again. I felt your hands sliding underneath my sweater and my muscles tightened reacting to your soft touch.
 
I lowered my hands to take your tube top off. You were looking intensely into my eyes and I couldn’t take mine off of you. I took it off and there you were in front of me in your strapless bra and skirt. I remember I had to breathe in lots of air, coz I felt like there was no oxygen in that room. When I leaned in to unclasp your bra, you looked away. When I took it off, you tried to cover your breasts with your hands. I realized how insecure you felt. I took your hands away from your breasts and looked at you. Whoa. Two small beautiful hard nippled breasts, pointing up at me, waiting to be loved.
 
“You re beautiful”, I whispered. I let my palm graze over those hard dark nipples and I couldn’t wait for the moment I d take them in my mouth. Your stomach muscles contracted and your torso shuddered but you wouldn’t look up from the floor. “Angela..”, I whispered, lifting your chin up with my fingers, “..you re beautiful”.
 
I saw you swallowing and looking into my eyes, with your chin trembling. You let your breath out like you were holding it in, in case I d be dissatisfied. Silly girl.
 
 My hands travelled all over your breasts. Teasing your nipples with the tips of my fingers. I remember your little moans and the way you desperately tried to inhale and exhale. I pulled you closer and kissed you all over your face and neck. I gently pushed you to sit on the bed and knelt in front of you. You ran your fingers through my hair, pulling me closer, as I was sucking and kissing every inch of your chest. The curve of your breasts, your collarbone, your shoulders, the valley between your breasts.
 
“You taste so good.. I can kiss you forever…”, I mumbled. No, I wasn’t drunk. You looked at me like I had said something insane. But I meant it.
 
You reached for the hem of my sweater with those delicate fingers. I moved back to give you space. Grabbing my wifebeater as well, you pulled them both off me. Your eager fingers began to trace the outlines of my muscles, slowly moving downwards. When they moved closer to my groin, I was aching. Aching to feel them on me. Aching to feel them stroking me. Aching to feel them please me.
 
Your gaze returned to my eyes. I remember that I felt like they were giving me permission. Like they were surrendering themselves to me. So I pushed you back on the bed and slowly took your skirt off. Do you remember the grin on my face when I saw those panties? You have to remember. Coz it made you giggle. And your giggle made me giggle too.. And we began laughing right there.. And I loved it.
 
I kept on kissing and licking every inch of skin that was revealed to me. You were letting out moans and you were breathing very heavily, something that aroused me even more. I sat back on my knees and unbuttoned my jeans. I threw the condom beside us and slowly took of my pants, satisfied with the look of anticipation on your face. I came back between your legs and stroked your legs up with my fingers. Your muscles trembled and shook.
 
“Can I touch you?”, I asked moving my hands towards your centre.
 
“Please..”, you responded. Good answer.
 
I remember how your belly’s muscles flexed when I slid my fingers between your velvety folds. Your hand flew over mine and you squeezed it. I buried my face in the side of your neck, sucking on your neck and ear, while my fingers began working you.
 
“You re so damn wet”, I mumbled.
 
“Its your fault”, you whispered in my ear.
 
“And this,” I said, placing your hand on my dick, “is your fault”.
 
You tried to stroke me, but I didn’t let you. This was my turn to touch you. I kept massaging you, slowly and rhythmically, while my mouth was paying particular attention to your neck. Your response was amazing. Sweet moans and sighs, making me harder and harder every single second. You came really quickly, having your fingers wrapped around my wrist. Your legs closed and trapped my hand between them.
 
I lifted my head to look at your face, and met those eyes that were glistening in the dim light.
 
“JC.. you..”
 
“Shh”, I shushed you. “I want you..”
 
I let my weight fall on you and ground my pelvis against yours. The pleasure from the friction against your pubic bone caught my breath. Your fingernails trailed my sides and moved down to my boxer briefs. You slid your hand inside them and lightly grazed my tip. I remember how my hips instantly thrust against you.
 
“Take ‘em off…”, you whispered.
 
Who was I to argue? I took them off so fast, I m actually surprised with myself right now that I think about it. How come I didn’t fall over.
 
The amount of want, need and desire I had inside me was indescribable. It was blinding me. I wanted to feel you from the inside. I wanted to bring you to where no man had ever brought you before. Or so I selfishly wanted to believe. For some reason, the purpose of my whole life and being that moment was to satisfy you. Nothing else mattered in the whole damn world. And it scared the crap out of me, because I ve had my one night stands –very few though- but none of them involved such feeling and emotion. None of them felt like you did. All they were was… lust. Desire. Need to get off.

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