Yup, this is part 2 to Delivered. I'm doing Stevie backwards.
I feel like a bad person...
Since that day, Derrick has managed to have a delivery near my house, everyday, around the same time. So much for my working out. Well, I guess having wild sex on top of boxes in the back of a UPS truck will burn some calories.
Tonight, I was having a date with Jason. It will be the first time I've seen him since the whole fucking my ex fuck buddy in the back of his work car shit started up. I worry too much. I wonder if I smell like Derrick, if I have marks on me from him, if I'll seem different. Anyway, supposedly we're having a movie night by him. I'm thinking popcorn and something scary so I get all touchy. I hope no bootleg man has a copy of Temptation yet. I'm not in the mood for the amounts of guilt that movie would make me feel.
When I get to Jason's place, it smells absolutely fucking delicious. Apparently movie night means I get a home cooked meal too. I feel all special and, of course, guilty. We sit on the couch and get ready for the movie. He knows I'm nothing but a child at heart so we watch Wreck it Ralph. Now, it is not my first time seeing this movie, but you hear no complaints from me. This is slowly becoming one of my favorite movies. I even tear up a little at the end.
"Yo, you need some Kleenex?" he asks, mocking my tears.
"Naw, I'm good," I say wiping them on my sleeve. "Stop making fun of me. I'm emotional."
"My poor baby" he says as he puts his arm around me. You know where the story goes from there.
I rest my head on his chest and keep thinking to myself don't look into his eyes. We all know what happens if you look in his eyes, or maybe this is just something that happens to me. He starts teasing me again, making small jokes and inappropriate pokes with his fingers. I finally look up laughing. His eyes meet mine. Our gaze lingers for a few seconds. Then, POW, making out 101.
His kisses cause me to rise to my knees and straddle him. I trail my hand down his chest and begin to pull at his shirt. I glide it over his head and arms effortlessly. We take pause between kisses to remove each others clothes. My shirt and bra. We kick off our shoes. Pants, underwear, everything. It was the first time we were completely nude in front of each other, and we took a moment to enjoy the view. The kissing resumed. Each breathe more and more passionate. He pulled me closer to him; his hand cradling the back of my neck. I moaned breathlessly beneath each kiss. I felt flustered and red and hot.
I eased off his lap and pulled him to the floor with me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked into his eyes. He pulled away and got up. Welp. Oh, shit fucked that up. He walked out the room and left me on the floor naked.
I sit on the floor, mouth wide open, trying to plot my exit. He returns to the room, condoms in hand. I laugh at my frantic feelings. I feel a little stupid and think about the mistakes that could have been made... He returns between my legs and engages my core. I sit there, legs wrapped around him. lounging with my arms holding me up, head facing behind me watching the couch pillows approach and fall away from my face as I jerk and moan. Eventually, my arms give up and I collapse on the floor. He unwraps my legs from around him and carries them with him to my face. I reach up to grab his face and continue kissing.
My little afternoon delights with Derrick don't have shit on this. They feel heated and exciting because we're in the back of the truck. Not saying that it isn't good beyond those reasons but I normally don't feel like a fireball is growing inside me. I can't see flashes of light even when my eyes are closed. I don't lose sense of time, space, where my body ends and his begins. But Jason is making me feel all of this and more.
We lay on the floor panting and spent. My mind wonders to when we can do this again but my body tells me to not even consider the notion.
He props himself up on one arm, looks down at me and says, "might as well change your Facebook status. We just sealed the deal."
I laugh with my eyes closed so that my eyes don't tell how I really feel....
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