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You weren’t the kind to play with fire, but you also weren’t the kind to say no, when the fire says play.
So one Saturday night, you gamed with the idea of entertainment she proposed and a table for two was set.
In you came with zero expectations and there she sat with subdued frustrations. You drank them in, surreptitiously, a glance over she saw coming. She straightened up, smoothed the crevices of her blouse, wrinkled with worry. You take off your jacket and creaked your neck in a stretch, a prefaced to the oncoming ordeal.
Greetings, pleasantries, and day-time stories exchanged—barely scratching the surface—and you both nodded, gamely and politely.
A picture was no justice to how the light glared on those baby blues, they were practically glowing—stupefying and obnoxiously blinding.
You wonder to yourself, how many have drowned in them and how many stories those blues harbored close to shore; she was telling you about her day and you feel like a boat, tossed in a sea of her words.
All images of the present were lost on you as your eyes waded through her face freely, distracted. You paid close attention, tried, reading her through those reddish plump lips that may have been chanting a murmured incantation for all you care. You subconsciously licked your lips and hers stopped moving; the abrupt tight-lip was jarring so you searched for the eyes and there she was, across the table, sending incendiary glances.
You flushed, face aflame; a heated flash coursed through your cheeks down to the rest of your body. Suddenly, you’re more intrigued now; you perked up and you noticed how her auburn locks compliment her porcelain face.
She saw your alertness, alarmed, she fumbled and recovered from tectonic trembling with a quick drown of her glass.
Well that was cute.
An hour of precursory meal and finally she hitched, ‘I didn’t think you’d agree.’
‘Not entirely,’ you threaded your words carefully, ‘I agreed because I wanted to come, well…in more ways than one.’
You quipped and tested the water.
You didn’t think she’d blush as red as a stoplight.
You laughed and covered your almost lecherous tongue.
She stammered and you braced her arm, ‘Hey, I was just joking you know.’
She countered, feeling a little braver, ‘I don’t believe you are.’
You laughed heartily and this time she joined.
Not a moment too long, she said, ‘Let’s go elsewhere,’ and you both stood up instantly.
Elsewhere happened to be a bar next door, dimmed and dizzying with its strobe lights playing along to the blaring radio. At the front, some sort of a music show was going on, so you opted to the back, in a pretense of subdued silence.
A table for two was set, but instead of sitting across, she dragged her chair beside yours.
The blaring music and a pitcher of drinks soon drowned out the rest of the world.
She leaned closely and whispered, ‘I think you’re really pretty.’
A ripple of shiver coursed through your body and you know its pay back; she’s riling you up.
But those games she plays, you know the rules, you played them too, so you countered.
‘And I think you’re really sexy,’ you said the last word in a breathy huff.
The effect was instantaneous.
She bit her lips and her brows quirked in worry.
You looked away, letting her gather her thoughts and drank back your silent questions.
She slid a hand on your thigh, where your shorts stop and your exposed skin begins.
Her hand was warm, but the idling ember she stoked was hotter.
You gazed at the intruding hand and looked up to the smirking face.
You raised your brows, mildly scandalized, and tilted your head, as if daring her to do her worst.
All impish thoughts flashed through her eyes as she scraped the tips of her nails down to your thighs where you clamped them shut on instinct.
She laughed and withdrew her hand, ‘pervert,’ you jokingly accused.
She winked, ‘tease,’ and you know you lost this round.
A second pitcher came and now the words slur a bit and the world blurs a little.
Your body is buzzing and the laughs came easily and shrilly.
She was leaning her body on you now, flushed onto your front.
She was getting handsy-er by the minute and you were getting riled up each moment.
But you don’t care a bit.
She craned her neck to say something, you leaned and she whispered, lips almost touching your ears, ‘I’ve never kissed a girl before.’
Here we go.
‘Well what are you waiting for?’ you prompted with a slight reproach.
Without missing a beat, she cupped your face and throws a half-lidded look, a permission.
You gave a slight nod and she kissed you fully on the lips, a slow and shy approach; an attempt to rein in a maddening curiosity.
She pulled away, just before you can kiss back.
You nearly pout.
She studied your face, tracing the slopes of your brows and the plane of your nose with her thumbs, sobering up as she outlines the peaks of your lips.
A hushed monologue was brewing and you were getting tired of waiting,
‘Out with it.’
‘I—I have a boyfriend,’ she said carefully.
‘I already know, does he though? I mean, know this?’ you wagged your index finger between you two.
She nodded, ‘He agreed to let me, uh, explore.’
A knot twisted beside yourself, you hated the word, explore, as if you’re something to be conquered, a conquest of some sort.
‘Hmph,’ you settled with tight-lip acknowledgement.
She reached for your hands for damage control and you let her.
‘I-uh, really like you and I’d love to get to know you better, if you’ll let me,’
You were already letting her get away with a lot tonight, why not one more?
You don’t bother dignifying that with an answer but instead grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her in.
You kissed her roughly and with such fervor if only to convey the words at the forefront of your mind,
It’ll cost you greatly.
She was taken aback yet soon comes her reply with a slip of a tongue,
I know.
You both kissed in the night with eyes closed as if blinding a truth.
With each gasp and heave, the momentum rolls into an escalating want.
Your hands were wandering now, bolder by each squirm she makes.
You imagined, you both must look so indecent, but you don’t care a bit, no you don’t care.
She nipped at your lips and pulled away ever so slightly; she leaned her forehead with yours, brushing your lips with her fingers, caressing a sure bruise in the morning.
She stared at you, searching in your eyes for any hint of regret or disapproval, but you had none.
You do noticed however, how expressive her eyes were, screaming an internal struggle, perhaps with the sweltering need to have you.
You’d be a fool to not see the fiery connection between you two and that worries you a little.
This will be a bitch later; I just hope it’s worth it.
She understands and pulled away, ‘I’ll make it worth your time, Juliana.’
You smiled a little, ‘I sure hope so, Valentina.’
And at that moment, you both kissed, with a languid and tender understanding.
You both sealed the deal of an indecent proposal; a night of sensual explorations and wanton experiments to quench her burning curiosity—with you as the test subject.
You weren’t the kind to play with fire, but you also weren’t the kind to say no, when the fire says play.
And like a moth attracted to the fire, you play on; because Valentina’s lusty looks and comely eyes, at that moment, were sure worth burning for.
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