Besotted
Jono’s on top of me, grinding his pelvis into mine through our jeans. The creaking leather sound my belt makes is driving me crazy. It makes me want to tear into him with my teeth and my nails and eat him alive and then fuck whatever is left. He kisses my neck, nibbles, sucks on my ear lobe, puts his tongue in my ear and licks. This pushes me over the edge and now I know I’m going to have to tear him limb from limb to fit all that I am, that I need, that I want inside him. My fingers trace along the edge of his jeans, slipping under, in, ever so slightly, feeling for the tender, the softer, the protected parts of him.
We met a week ago and I like to think that I am now besotted. I like the sound of that. It makes me think of infection. Like something has crawled up inside me and taken root, changing my molecular structure and spoiling my insides. He was at Sky Bar (where else?) and I kept thinking he was watching me and then realizing that I am the world biggest narcissist. I was already being legitimately stalked by two cute guys and it was going to my head. I was also busy trying to fuck with the Road Rules Guy. He really likes being a “celebrity” so I wanted to go up and start hitting on him and pretend I had no idea who he was.
Instead, I got a little drunk and found myself yelling at Jeremy from The Green People about why cute guys who don’t want to make out with me shouldn’t be allowed to talk to me. Then I looked to my right and Jono and his friend were sitting next to me. He said “Hi” and we started talking. He gave me some gum and I spilled my drink on my shoes. When I got back from cleaning them off he was gone.
He found me again on the dance floor and started dancing with me, which I hate. I’m not good at dancing with other people. It just turns into humping which I really don’t care to do in public. Then he started kissing me, which I normally do not hate, except that I was kinda drunk and we were both trying to dance. They were clumsy, sloppy kisses, but I still gave him my number and agreed to hang out with him the next night.
We went to a diner and then to the park down the street from my house where we made out in the back seat of his car like teenagers at a drive-in. He’s 18 and he’s very tall and very calm for his age. He likes Star Wars and spends too much money on things like cases of bottled water. He wants to be a photo journalist and he’s moving to Asheville in less than a week. I am besotted and we haven’t done it yet.
We met a week ago and I like to think that I am now besotted. I like the sound of that. It makes me think of infection. Like something has crawled up inside me and taken root, changing my molecular structure and spoiling my insides. He was at Sky Bar (where else?) and I kept thinking he was watching me and then realizing that I am the world biggest narcissist. I was already being legitimately stalked by two cute guys and it was going to my head. I was also busy trying to fuck with the Road Rules Guy. He really likes being a “celebrity” so I wanted to go up and start hitting on him and pretend I had no idea who he was.
Instead, I got a little drunk and found myself yelling at Jeremy from The Green People about why cute guys who don’t want to make out with me shouldn’t be allowed to talk to me. Then I looked to my right and Jono and his friend were sitting next to me. He said “Hi” and we started talking. He gave me some gum and I spilled my drink on my shoes. When I got back from cleaning them off he was gone.
He found me again on the dance floor and started dancing with me, which I hate. I’m not good at dancing with other people. It just turns into humping which I really don’t care to do in public. Then he started kissing me, which I normally do not hate, except that I was kinda drunk and we were both trying to dance. They were clumsy, sloppy kisses, but I still gave him my number and agreed to hang out with him the next night.
We went to a diner and then to the park down the street from my house where we made out in the back seat of his car like teenagers at a drive-in. He’s 18 and he’s very tall and very calm for his age. He likes Star Wars and spends too much money on things like cases of bottled water. He wants to be a photo journalist and he’s moving to Asheville in less than a week. I am besotted and we haven’t done it yet.