the last time i had sex

so what book are you reading now? he writes.

ten love poems from the movie il postino by pablo neruda, i reply.

you just went up ten points in my book.

really? you a fan, too?

yes.

so, i was going to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie.

tonite?

no...but in the future. id have to get to know you first.

call me.

of course i dont call him. who is he after all? someone whose post on craigslist i responded to. that doesnt warrant a phone call. the next day, he leaves a message on my voice mail, but being the chicken shit i am, i email him an apology. it was late, he was probably in bed, we can talk soon, sorry i missed your call.

no, im up. call me, he writes.

let me take a shower first, then ill call you. i have no intentions of doing so.

hey, what happened? i thought you were going to call? its okay...lets talk tomorrow. phew!!!

i am perusing through some useless sites when the instant messenger window greets me.

maria?

yes?

its me...luis.

hey, luis. sorry i didnt call you earlier. i thought you had gone to bed.

no, im still up. i just installed this messenger.

three hours of flirtation ensues. no talk of meeting. too soon. no questions of what i look like...or mentions of what he looks like. but it is 3 a.m., time for bed.

lets meet, maria.

okay, luis. good night. take care.

the next day at work, he finds me again on messenger.

lets get lunch, maria. my acting partner bailed on me.

lunch? where???

you name the place. but im scared.

of me? why?

because i like you.

you like me? thats sweet but unnecessary.

i do. i dont know why.

its because you dont know me. when you do, itll be different.

come on, lets get lunch.

i dont know. its too soon to meet, no?

no, come. itll be fun.

an hour later, i am on my way. what is it about this boy that i like? it is easy, its fun, its light. why not? its a beautiful day, and i am wearing a skirt and a tank top. i have reservations, but there is an ease about him.

luis?

hi, maria.

hey, sorry i am late. and sorry for that awful joke.

that was really bad. but i will get you back.

uh-oh. note to self: luis doesnt like jokes.

no, no im just kidding. its all good. but be alert. so want to see my work?

he shows me a montage of his acting clips. one catches my eyes, the one where he is kissing this girl. wow!!!

listen, luis, i was wondering if youd like to see a movie with me? but i want you to know i have to go to a talk tonite by 7. come with me, if you want.

a movie? sure. which?

the one i wanted to see with you...do you remember?

yes, of course. lets watch it.

before we get into your car, should we just get the first kiss over with?

of course. lets.

this boy is a major kisser. we are making out in front of macys, while people pass by. i am wet. i am going to fuck him. we drive to the theatre, the whole drive consisting of small talk.

should we just get a room? i dont think i can concentrate on anything after that kiss out there, i begin.

do you want to? should we just go back to your house?

no, not my house. lets go to yours.

are you serious?

i am...but lets just wach the movie as planned.

we arrive at the theatre, and i kiss him hard when he turns off the engine. i am so lost in his mouth, in his tongue. i do not know who he is, but i like who i am when i am with him. there is no one inside the theatre when we get there. we kiss like mad. when the trailers come on, we try to concentrate on the upcoming movies. none are worth mentioning.

we kiss again. his hand finds my thigh, under my skirt.

are you wearing underwear?

no, i never do.

really?

really. i guide his hands along side my leg, up to my ass. he smiles at the discovery.

i find his cock, hard and full. he leans in kisses my neck and finds my breasts.

maria, lets get out of here.

the movie is about to begin. we cant walk out yet.

its okay. lets go.

no, lets stay.

he leans back, and he holds my hand. i rest my head on his shoulders and trace his arm. he looks down on me and kisses me again.

luis, we have to watch the movie.

youre right. he kisses me harder, hungrier.

i want to fuck you, luis. can i ?

lets go. now.

no, not yet. i really want to watch this movie.

he runs his hand up my thigh, higher this time where he finds my pussy. i shift in my chair to make things easier for him. he fingers my clit, while i suppress my moans.

kiss me, please.

he kisses me, while he pushes his fingers deeper. thank god for the darkness. the only one in there with us was a man sitting a few rows back. he has no clue to what is going on. he probably thinks we are a couple of teenagers, unwelcomed to fuck at our parents house. little does he know.

lets go, maria, please.

i cant. its getting later, and when the movie ends, i have to go to the talk.

was it bullshit when you invited me to go with you?

no. i want you to come. then i want to go back to your place, and i want to cum. would that be okay?

yes. do you want me to go with you?

please come with me.

okay. what are you going to tell them about me?

im going to tell them that you are my friend. they wont ask anymore.

theyre going to ask how we met. what are you going to say?

ill tell them we met in my dreams. dont worry...they wont ask.

the movie is over. im so glad. it is one of the worst ive seen in a long time. luis goes to the bathroom to wash up. although i love the smell of me, i do not want others to smell me on him.

the talk is going well. people come up to me to ask about my friend. i tell them we have been friends forever. they say how smart and funny and very wise he is. sad, i think to myself, that this is the only time they will see him.

we say our goodbyes to the others. we walk to his car.

thank you for coming with me, luis. you were a hit. are you ready to get back to your house?

yes. lead me to the freeway, and i will lead you to my place.

it takes a long 20 minutes. he lets me in, and i am greeted by his beloved dog dexter. cute place. lots of books, eclectic sampling. jazz on the radio he leaves on for dexter and the other two cats. he packs a bong, and we take hits. the stuff is strong, and i am glad. pot makes me so horny. good pot makes me submissive to his wants. he leads me to the bedroom.

fuck me, luis.

not yet, baby. theres no rush. let me taste you.

no. not tonite.

why not?

i dont do that on the first date.

please, let me. you wont be disappointed.

no.

maria, come on.

no, baby. just kiss me, and fuck me. ive waited so long to have you. please...

maria...let me.

no, baby. not tonite.

i cant believe im begging you to let me eat you.

lets just do this.

i raise my hips to meet him. he opens a condom, and i guide him into me. he moves in a rhythm that is perfect. i kiss him as i cum. i pull his head back as i cum again. it is endless. finally, he unloads and lays next to me.

we talk about the night, about kissing, about eating out. i am a little high, and i am still horny. i look into his eyes to remember how he looks, then i kiss him.

you are such a good kisser, he tells me.

so, i was wondering. could you please give me a sample of what you would do to me if your face was between my legs?

he licks my clit, and he slips in three fingers. as i respond to him, he fingerfucks me and licks me furiously. i have never been taken like this before, and i dont imagine i will be again. i cum once, and then again, and yet again. he wants to continue, but i want to taste him now.

i find my way to his cock, and i realize the comfort of belonging there at the moment. i take him in slowly, fully. i let him fuck my mouth deeply, loving the rhythm as he does so. i smell me on him, and on his fingers as he guides my head to his rhythm. he tastes so good. i love giving him head.

i move away from his cock to kiss him. i lay down next to him, and we talk more. he kisses me again, and soon he is entering me.

luis, please. hard.

okay, baby.

i am halfway off the bed. my head is hanging to the side as he fucks me. blood is rushing to my brain, making everything dizzy and thrilling. he makes me cum.

when you are ready, luis, please cum on my body.

he thrusts harder and harder. it hurts, but im not going to interuupt him. i like the pain, and i know i wont be walking comfortably tomorrow. thank god i am taking the day off. he cums on me, my hair, the wall. he says my name as he does so. it sounds so sexy coming from his lips.

he gets up, finds a towel to clean me up. he is so gentle as he wipes my breasts, my neck, and my hair. the air in the room smells like sex. i love our smell. i love his lips.

its getting late, and i have to go, and you have some lines to learn, i tell him.

yes, and im tired.

before i go, will you play a song for me on your guitar?

of course.

he plays three songs. each of them with feeling, and i realize now why he is so good with his fingers. he is amazing. is there nothing he cant do? i am saddened, knowing that i will not return to him again. not in this way.