Simultaneously tipping my chin with his finger to level my face with his, he planted an embrace on my unprepared lips. It was a quick, gentle and sweet kiss ..
Huh..
It felt oddly familiar.
Like our first kiss at the skypark…
The one I called "lousy".
Why did I call that one lousy?
Because it had been quick and minimal? Do feelings have something to do with the change? I have feelings for him now?
(The "experiment", bitch.)
I resumed opening the box but I had trouble with it so he did it instead. Then I commenced to take bites on my blueberry cheese cupcake and him on his. It seemed he couldn't wait to have me in his embrace without any restraint this time for when he put aside what was left of his dessert after devouring half of it, he was now an inch from my face whilst I still hadn't even swallowed mine.
"You're still eating?" he gently asked, pulling a little away when he noticed I was keeping my mouth shut. Although, I didn't really mind if he had kissed me right then.. Hehe.
I only nodded in response, smiling a toothless smile as I tried to swallow the contents in my mouth.
He chuckled and said, "Alright. Go on first."
After clearing my throat with water and deciding the cake could wait, no sooner did we find ourselves making out.
More of the wall crumbling down.
"Have you ever had sex here?" I asked whilst my arms were still around his neck, flashing the interior of his car a once-over.
"No, I don't really like doing it in a car."
"Why not?" I questioned, meeting his gaze.
"It's messy. Where am I to release? On a tissue? I don't like it on a tissue. Hmm.." he answered with such casualness, then added: "I don't wanna use my handkerchiefs, either. I love my handkerchiefs."
Well, you could only imagine the disappointment that struck me upon hearing that. I've never had car sex and want to try it, as what I've already mentioned here. I also want to give the guy an oral while he's driving. I mean, that's fucking hot. He doesn't know where to cum? Try in my mouth. Psh.
Of course, I didn't suggest such an idea yet. I feel it's still too early to show him my appetite for such sexual activities. And I fear he's way too vanilla for that. Might get his precious car "dirty".
"So this has never been christened," I went on.
"No.. You wanna be the first to do so?" he inquired, beginning to kiss me again, instantly rekindling the heat that had been shortly interrupted.
"It would be an honour."
It was a little uncomfortable in the front so we moved to the backseat. I'm tiny so I didn't need to get out. It was really comfortable over there: spacious with leather cushions.
It wasn't long before I climbed onto his lap and just like that, the entire wall that had been built up for a month between us completely broke down. This.. this is my domain. This is where I rule. Idk if it was the cake but suddenly, the self-consciousness and insecurities I had from a while ago left my system and in turn, taken over by this salacious confidence of mine that had now entirely awakened. How sad that I only feel comfortable with him in this kind of set-up. How sad that the foundation of our relationship relies solely on our physical connection. I snaked my arms around his neck and stared into his eyes, our faces inches apart, his hands on my back.. Then our lips collided and I ran my hands into his hair, my hips moving responsively against the rhythm of his lap. He placed his hands on my buttocks and would push it to press me deeper against his crotch at every downward motion I'd make, augmenting the burning sensation I was already feeling whenever I'd meet the protrusion of his awake member under his pants. We were at it for a couple of minutes—French kissing and moaning and sucking our breaths away—when he paid heed to the rocking of the car from the movement of our bodies grinding against each other. We paused and I looked at the tinted windows and asked, "Could people see us from outside?"
"Not really," answered he, "but if they flashed a light then yes."
I turned my face back to him and boldly whispered against his lips: "Let them watch.."—before kissing him again.
With our mouths still pressed against each other, he chuckled and murmured: "We might find ourselves in a video scandal that way."
"Oh, I barely exist on the internet so people won't care who I am," was my dismissive response. "You, however," I resumed in a drawl, intentionally trailing off to create a parodical dramatic effect, "have fans."
His chest vibrated with laughter at that remark and he caught my lips with another of his ardent embraces to shut me up. The heat was picking up its temperature again. He slithered a hand underneath my black dress, up my bra, and captured one of my breasts.
"Are you horny?" he whispered in my ear when his lips transferred to my neck; the way he said it and the huskiness in his voice effectively making me even hornier.
"Aren't you?" I breathed back.
He ran his hand up my leg but before he could reach my panties, I stopped him. "I'm on my period, baby."
"Oh, yeah. Right."
"Have you had period sex?" I enquired.
"Yes, just twice. I'm not really fond of it. It's messy.."
That word again. But I agreed with him this time, especially during the first few days where the flow of the blood is at its heaviest. Such a shame, though. I really wanted him inside me.
"By the way… I found out something about you," I started moments later, looking down at him. Ah, this is one of the reasons why I feel confident in this position. I don't have to stand next to him and be intimidated by his height.
"Yeah?"
"So I was watching your friend's YouTube video, like I was telling you before, the one where you guys were going over your other friend's over-a-hundred shoe collection, and.." I paused, having trouble suppressing the mirthful smirk in the corners of my lips. "He said that out of the three of you…" I went on, "YOU…" I specified, wickedly delighted to watch the play of emotions on his face as I dragged out the suspense. "...have the most—"
Ah. Get on with it, lassie. The most what?
"...'beneficial' friends," I finally dropped. By this point, I was already beaming with amusement as I carefully watched his expression; which, to my disappointment, was just an abundance of equanimity, and perhaps a tad of uneasiness, if I were to apply an over-analyzing translation into it just to add some flavour to the dullness. Either way, I wasn't done spilling the juicy information so I went ahead to add: "And according to him: NOT just in the city, but in the ENTIRE country."
Having stated this, he finally let out a hearty laugh as if he just heard something so ridiculous. "He was just joking. It's not true. Haha! And that video is like a long time ago."
"So... " I began shortly after, "tell me something, babe." Shifting my weight on his thighs to regard him with a partly-serious, partly-playful gaze, I asked what had been making me curious (and slightly wary) ever since my viewing of the aforementioned video. "How many are we?"
If he was lying, this man is really skilled with looking you back straight in the very eyes for he returned my visual contact with not a single sign of playfulness nor amusement in it and unwaveringly replied: "Just you." No blinking.
"Just me," I repeated. "For now." I smiled humourously before diving my face towards his neck.
"And us? How many are we?"
"Just you," was my truthful answer. "For now," I added, albeit jokingly again. Although... though jest was my intention upon saying it, that line sadly holds a good deal of truth in a lot of relationships, if one refuses to deny it. "Do you want me to add more?" I teased.
"No.."
The entire time we were there, we were engulfed in each other's physical affection, interspersed with conversations and sharing of the sweet little treats we got from the Japanese stall. We talked a little about politics, the ongoing war between Russia and Ukraine, the increased prices of almost everything now, and he imparted to me two historical events that took place in Europe related to what we were discussing: wealth and power. The last bit was really nice. Ugh. The man likes history! I wish my brain hadn't been deprived of enough food and nutrients so I could've prolonged that conversation with at least, an attempt at intelligent questions. But unfortunately, my mind was all whooshy so most of his words just floated around me and not in my head.
(Note to self: Stop going out on dates with an empty stomach.)
I told him my opinion about the next president that was most likely to take over (whom I personally want to take over, too) and when asked why I thought that particular politician was going to have the seat, I ended my main answer with: "...and his son is really popular with the ladies."
His eyebrows furrowed. "Son?"
"Yes. You haven't heard of him?"
I gave the name and he replied: "No, I haven't heard of the guy... Why haven't I heard of that guy?"
"He's all over TikTok. My sisters are crazy about him."
"Why is he popular with the ladies?"
I smiled down at him as I idly moved both pairs of our entangled hands around, amused by his confusion and curiosity. "Because he's cute and brilliant."
There was a brief pause in his countenance as a scruple shade of frown slid over it. "I am cute and brilliant…"
His sudden childlike response absolutely brought more amusement to my laughter as I leaned in to hug him. My, but he was so adorable! Haha. That was unexpected. The way he just stopped and stared at me… I wonder if it was out of masculine rivalry or he just wasn't pleased to hear me complimenting and being impressed with other men..
"You want to be president, babe?" I asked whilst my face was still pressed in the nook of his neck, planting kisses on his jaw.
"Yes."
I was rather surprised by that—NO, more like against it. It was the wrong answer.
I immediately pulled myself back so we were face to face. "Really?"
"I'll make this shitty country great." Then he began rambling about the things he would do, the infrastructures he would build...
"That's great but that would be terrible. You're putting yourself a central target for assassination."
How could he even want to be president? The responsibility and danger that comes with it is gravely enormous, not to mention the scarce amount of peace and tranquility he'll inevitably have not just on him but onto his family. For a moment, I brashfully imagined myself being his wife in that far-off near-impossible future and the lifestyle we'd have just goes against everything I desire. For pete's sake, I just want a quiet and simple life in the middle of nowhere and this man wants to be the face of the country.
"Let's go?" he prompted several minutes later when one of the cars next to us had already driven off.
"Where?" I questioned, slightly hoping he'd take me somewhere. (Cough, cough. Hotel room. Oh, yes. Drat. I forgot I was on my period. Grr.) "Home?" I said, hiding my disappointment.
"Yes."
My disheartened sentiment gave out a stubborn "no" as I once again threw my arms around him, not wanting to let him go nor to stop this moment. He hugged me back and a comfortable silence fell between us.
"Okay, let's stay for a bit," was his calm and gentle reply.
"I'm gonna miss you." Ugh. It just felt so good to be wrapped in his arms.
He gave my small body a loving and tender squeeze. "Me, too.."
We kissed more and held each other for a little while, sometimes just playfully rubbing the tips of our noses together, when the other car next to us had finally gone off, giving us exposure on both sides should an unsuspecting vehicle flash their lights at us. Eventually, we finally set off to go.
"So, are you still planning to buy a new car?" I asked him when we'd left the mall.
"It's still afloat. When I read the address, my first thought was you. It's just near where you live, right?"
"So near."
"I was searching where to get second-hand cars and the only place that sells them in the city is that one," he was saying. He's already told me his utter dismay when the gas prices rose up and this drastic increase really upset him which led him to want to get a smaller automobile because his current one burns more fuel.
"I should probably ride a public transport on the way there," he added. "They might up the price if I'd bring my car and they see it, thinking I'm rich or something."
"Wear slippers, too," I suggested because his shoes are all high-end.
"Oh, that's a good idea," he said. "Nah, they will see my feet."
I cracked. "You have rich feet. HAHAHA," I supplemented, losing my head in the process. I really laughed so hard at this. LMFAO. Idk, I just find it so funny. Like.. what? Does the man have diamond toenails or something? 😂
All jokes aside, there's still some bit of truth in it. I live in a country where white-skinned people are usually deemed elite and trust me when I say Erwin has porcelain white skin because he does. By beauty standards, they're also the "most attractive". But personally, I find tanned or dark men more appealing and that's actually one of the reasons why Erwin isn't my usual type at all. I earnestly acknowledge his noticeable good looks, though. No joke. Apart from his towering height and broad, masculine figure, the man stands out enough to be mistaken as an actor. If anyone here likes those tall, manly, handsome and intimidating oppas in all those K-dramas, I'm sorry but I am dating one. Haha! Ooh, look at me flexing my man now. It wasn't just long ago I tried to imagine him as an anime character when we were having sex.
Anyway, although the skin plays a big part in looking like an upper class, it's not just that alone that makes him appear to be so because I know plenty of people with white-complexion that are common-looking. It's also the way he carries himself, how he talks, dresses.. Not to mention he looks absolutely foreign. And here, foreigners of his appearance are automatically assumed to be wealthy. A local and a foreign person alike won't know he's a local himself at all unless they hear him speak the native tongue. His neatness adds up a great deal in it, too. I think he might even be a germaphobe..
"Yes, rich feet," he seconded jokingly.
"Then put dirt on it."
It was his turn to crack up this time. Imagine suggesting to a germaphobe to put dirt on his feet.. "That's brilliant. When I'd try to get in the car to check it, they'd go all: 'Sir, please, let's have your feet washed first…' HAHAHA." The thought immensely amused him because it was the loudest and longest laugh he made that night. It was contagious.
Ah, that was great. Us filling the car with joyous sounds from genuine fun and amusement. When we weren't talking, he'd look at me every now and then and reach for my face, and as if by instinct, I'd rest my chin on his palm and he'd gently massage it like what you do to a puppy. Lmfao. He also randomly sang for a bit and he actually sounded good.. I wish to hear more of it in the future because I might just fall in love. Hehe. When we stopped in the middle of a traffic, I laid my head on his leg and he fondly pecked me on the cheek, affectionately saying: "Aww, my baby girl.." That really warmed my heart. There's just really something about his touches that make me feel so cherished..
Our time together was, per usual, ended by a kiss on the lips and though I missed him immediately upon our parting and had my godforsaken menstruation cursed for being the bitch in our desire to make love, the battery responsible for my cravings for his attention was still drained low and needed recharging. That is to say, I didn't care about not having interaction with him for a few days. Well, not really "nothing". A bit of lovely greetings here and there, replying 24 hours later..
Anyway, this post is actually long overdue because the events in this entry took place around the end of March and it's May now. My lazy arse just let the draft sit around for more than a month causing things to pile up which makes updating in regards to my "romantic life" feel like a chore sometimes, and whenever it feels like that, it doesn't spark my desire to write at all; hence, the tremendous delay of keeping my page up to date. So there you go ladies and gentle gems, it's been three months now. Three months since I've met Erwin! Gosh. How time flies truly so annoyingly fast. Ugh. Something happened days after my rendezvous with him in the mall, actually, that made me a bit dramatic, which in turn, prompted me to do something I kind of have been regretting since.. I'll be sharing it next and whether or not he's still a part of my life right now.. we shall see :)
À toute.