saturday night

he tells me that he waits until saturday to call because i tell him to.

i dont think i said that, i start.

you did. you said you were busy all week and to call you on saturday.

i dont remember that. in fact, i called the time of death on tuesday. i thought i was just another saturday night for you.

no, not at all. it was a long week. a very long week. did you get my message yesterday?

that was you? im sorry, but i didnt recognize the voice. i hardly get calls on my phone, so i thought it was a wrong number or something. so, what are you doing tonite?

im going to study with a buddy.

oh? okay. what are you going to study?

it depends. what are you going to teach me?

well, you already know english, so it probably wont be that. but i have office hours tonite, if youd like to stop by. hey, i have a great idea. some friends are going to dinner. want to join us?

yes.

really? good. around 7:30?

very good.

i pick him up at his place at around 8 o'clock, and as soon as he enters the car, i am at ease. he leans over to kiss me on the cheek so naturally that it seems like he has been doing it forever.

we talk about our week. i tell him that i honestly didnt think i was going to see him again, but im glad it works out. we arrive at chan dara in larchmont village, and i park the car down the street. i kiss him, and the butterflies start fluttering their wings. i dont know how many there are, but i have to catch my breath.

we walk towards the restaurant, and he pulls me close to him. this is how i want to walk with him always: next to him, in his arms, resting my head on his shoulders. he kisses the top of my head every few steps, and i know that i am lucky.

dapel meets us at the door, and i give him a hug. he looks good tonite; hard to believe he is 41. i do wish that he meets someone amazing who will bring out his amazing qualities.

we are seated, and we tell the buddhist how we meet. the buddhist puts his arm on my chair and casually plays with my hair. when the food comes, the buddhist serves me first, dapel next, himself last. i love this courtesy. it is important to have refined manners.

dinner is great. the conversation is effortless. being with dapel and the buddhist, priceless. when the buddhist leaves the table to fetch dapel a new fork, dapel mentions to me that he thinks the buddhist is smitten with me. i cannot stop smiling.

after dinner, we walk back to my car, the buddhist and i. he kisses me deeply, holds me tightly, and looks me in the eyes seriously. i tell him that i fuck things up, and that i may not be the best one to attach oneself to. he agrees, and he says he isnt either. then, he kisses me again, and he tells me i am silly.

we get in the car, and we drive around, past the amphitheatre where my friend and i were the night before. i am so physically attracted to him that i ask him if he wants to go somewhere to be alone. i want to fuck him, i tell him.

forty minutes later, we are sitting on a bed.

come here, baby, i ask.

he comes closer to me, and he kisses me. he undresses me slowly, and he takes his own clothes off after. he lies against me, skin to skin, kissing me, exploring me.

he lifts my knees up and pushes them back towards my chest, and he enters me. i am tight, and it hurts that way, so i bring my legs down.

he is careful to not fuck me too hard because he knows i am experiencing some pain, so he develops a slow, steady rhythm. i move with him, feeling him watching me, holding back until i cum.

he turns me over and fucks me from behind, kissing my back and neck as he does. i push my ass against him, he entering deeper with every grind. when i finally cum, he releases, too.

i lie on my stomach next to him, while he caresses my back. he gets up abruptly, and when i ask where he is going, he tells me he is going to get lotion so he can massage my back.

massage my back. after sex. mindblowing. this guy is a keeper. he finds some lotion, and he straddles me. he gently but firmly kneads my knots from my neck to the top of my ass and back again. i do not know which is more intense - the sex or the massage - but i do not care. i love this.

when he finishes, i am in bliss, and he is kissing me again. he turns me over, and he finds my clit. he is touching me in ways that i have never been touched before, and i cum at least four times this way. he sucks my nipples as i cum or he kisses me hard, making my orgasms more powerful. the whole time my body is shaking, he is holding me tightly, closely.

we lie next to each other, talking, laughing. this, i find, is my favorite part. this is when we share. normally, i hate the whole cuddling business, but with him, i would have it no other way.

we laugh, we talk, we kiss, we smile. he is so attentive to me, and i realize that i have missed this connection with someone. it really takes my breath away.

i tell him that i need to leave, so i gather my clothes. i put on my tank top, and i look at him sitting there watching me. he smiles at me, and i go to him and hug him.

he holds me tightly, kisses me, and rubs my back. i do not want to let go of him; it feels so good to be held by him, to be kissed by him. i kiss his cheeks, his forehead; he kisses my neck, my shoulders. i straddle him, and i move against him. slowly. my clit rubbing against him.

i look at him, his eyes are closed. he opens them to match my gaze, and he pushes me down on my back. he kisses me hard, softly, gently, roughly. he enters me as he is doing so, and i receive him without pain.

he fucks me, saying my name as and when i request. i cum, and he cums, and while he is still in me, i cum again. i ask him not to move, i am pulsating on his cock. he is excited by this, and he becomes hard in me. we fuck again, and we move with each other. it is more carnal now, more physical, more my style.

afterwards, he holds me, and i fall asleep in his arms. when i wake up, i realize i need to leave. i promise to see him in the morning, early.

when i get home, i cannot sleep. i sit there on my makeshift bed, watching some infomercial about some useless product made to look good at 4 in the morning.

at 8 o'clock the next morning, i call him to tell him i will be there in 20 minutes. when i pick him up, he kisses me hello, and i invite him to breakfast. he says he needs to go to temple, so breakfast is out of the question.

we stop by a starfucks, and i say something snippy to him. i immediately apologize for being such a bitch, but i explain to him that this ugliness rears its head when i have had only 3 hours of sleep. he looks at me, and he gives me a hug to signify he forgives me.

i wonder if there will be a time when i can touch you without getting wet, i say out loud.

he smiles, and he shakes his head. the things that come out of your mouth.

i know. im sorry. but i just wonder, you know? and i wonder if there will be a time when i will kiss you when i wont need to catch my breath from the overwhelming feeling of it?

i hope not. i hope you will always feel that.

me, too, love. me, too.