merengue
I met Someone New. I'm still in a relationship with Someone Old.
Last night I had dinner at Someone New's apartment and things got pretty steamy. I realized I was in trouble when we were dancing merengue (believe it or not...).
Usually merengue is just an exercise in patience, waiting for the song to be over, but this one is different. I feel his body against mine and his hands confidently directing me. They are strong yet patient and kind. I feel my lady parts quivering and my panties becoming moist. My hands venture to the nape of his neck and down to his firm shoulders. My eyes are drawn to his luscious lips and I want to kiss him so badly. I wonder what he is thinking. Surely he has this effect on every woman he dances with. The dance ends and my whole body is trembling. I want him so badly.
We have Indian food for dinner and he just gets sexier by the minute. He tells me stories of his upbringing and life in Puerto Rico. He teaches me about Parranda, and I long for the warm and open community that he describes. And then he asks me about my dreams and I start to cry. What a rollercoaster.
He embraces me and we move to the couch. As time passes, our bodies get closer and closer, until we are intertwined. We talk about many things, but mostly about the emptiness of life. I share complaints about my relationship with Someone Old, which I instantly feel guilty about. Overall, the conversation is balanced and interesting. I relate to much of what he says, especially about loneliness and achievement. I am in awe of his openness and humility.
He starts kissing my body, but when he arrives at my mouth, I tell him, "I can't." He respects my arbitrary no-mouth-kisses rule and continues to kiss my ears and neck. My lady parts are quivering furiously as my mind tells them to stfu. But then we reposition and I am on top, straddling him. I feel myself becoming increasingly aroused and tell him I should go. I look once more at his juicy lips turned upwards into a subtle smile and his brown eyes glistening. I can't resist anymore and I lean over to kiss him. It is diving, and I don't want to stop. We continue for a few moments until I want to do more. I want to feel his hands ALL over me.
But instead, he walks me out to my car, we kiss one last time, and I am on my way. I am alarmed by the intensity of the feeling and desire I experienced that night. I'm not sure whether this is something I should run towards or away from. Either way, I know I'll be running.