Hands all over

We finalised our plans the morning of our date. We ended up agreeing to meet up at a small diner in the city. Actually, the same area I worked, also the same area he lived. I found out that he and Gordon were actually renting the place together and had been friends for almost four years after meeting through a mutual friend.

Apparently he didn’t have any other friends. 

I sat in King Kuisine on a stool facing the huge window that looked to the busy road. Perfect spot to avoid awkwardness. I could be socially awkward, even with people I knew well, how much more a guy I liked?

At least here, there were people and cars going up and down the road so if at any part of the meeting I had a loss for words I could look out and act distracted. 

I opened my camera to check that my lipstick was still perfectly shaped on my lips. My black box braids with white wool plaited into a few of the braids was still brand new and popping. My fake nosering that I got from Shein because my mom wouldn’t actually let me pierce sat stylishy around the alar of my nose. I ended up taking selfies cause I was so impressed with how beautiful I looked. 

Ooh.

Clandor didn’t know what was waiting for him. I had to make the effort to make up for how lame I looked on our first encounter. I wore a white boobtube cropped top with a black cropped fussy bomber looking jacket, blue skinny jeans and white and black sneakers.

Fifteen minutes later and I was still sitting there waiting for him. I didn’t want to text and look desperate so I waited. The plan was to meet at 13h00 and it was already 13h40. I mean I arrived 20 minutes ago but still. It meant that he was 40 minutes late.

When I couldn’t wait anymore I texted.

Me: Hey. How far?

Clandor: I’ll be there in 5min.

My smile returned as I read his text.

But not for long because 10 minutes later he had still not arrived.

This was bad. I was starting to think that he had only left his place now or something. I hated it but I had to text again.

Me: It’s been more than 5 min…

I didn’t finish typing and my peripheral vision caught a figure taking the seat next to mine. 

When I turned it was him, less than five feet away, looking straight into my eyes, chewing bumble gum with the cutest smile I had ever seen.

Oh my goodness. My heart melted. I was no longer frustrated. This guy looked even better than when I had seen him by their doorframe.

I hated how fast my anger dissolved. Like my standards were negotiable if he looked good enough.

Shit. I smiled back. Trying so hard to maintain eye contact and not look away. I didn’t want Clandor thinking I was a kid.

“Hi.” He said.

“Hi.”

His eyes rested on me, staying there and not shying away. With that same smile.

The busy road saved me. I looked at the cars. “You’re late.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I had something to drop close by.” He gestured to the huge Versace bag in his hand that looked empty.

What was he dropping? 

He better not be a drug dealer.

“Want something to eat?” He asked.

I looked back at the large menu displays on top of the cashiers’ heads.

“Not now…”

Of course I said no. Idiot.

“Come on, at least something to drink.” He answered, sitting with his elbow on the rectangle table.

He was too comfortable, never taking his eyes off of me, unaware that I had stopped breathing as soon as he sat next to me.

“Uh… maybe a little later.”

He looked me down, taking me in, making me feel self-conscious. 

Gosh. Did I still look okay?

“You’re actually really beautiful.”

Oh my freaking God!

I smiled, dropping my gaze. “Thank you.”

He reached and touched the braid falling on the side of my face. 

My heart was fluttering, beating at more than a 100 beats per minute.

I needed an escape because he was making me lose my composure. I was folding badly and it was hard to keep myself from smiling from ear to ear.

I turned the screen of my phone on and the last app I had opened popped open. The camera.

He looked down at the screen, both our faces in the frame and posed playfully before chuckling.

“Let’s actually take a picture.” I said. Probably the nerves. “Our first meeting.”

“I don’t look good.” He said lightly.

“It’s okay. Memory.” What the hell?

He smiled and brought his face closer to mine, continuing to chew his bubblegum as I posed, giving my serious face. I snapped two pictures and then we looked at them.

After the phone his eyes were on me again.

“Do you drink?” He asked me.

“Like alcohol?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Yeah…but not much.”

“How about we go get something to drink? I know a place just around the corner.”

Anything to be free from under his captivating gaze.

I stood up. “Yes. Let’s go.”

We walked out of the diner and I realized that he wasn’t as tall as I had seen from the first day. I mean he was tall and big built but not as tall as I remember.

Why did it look like his head had reached the doorframe?

“You know, you actually looked taller the first day we met.” I commented.

“I’m not tall.” He was being modest.

“I mean you’re tall…”

“Just not as tall as you had seen me?” He added.

I nodded before we both laughed.

He took me to a club. At daytime.

I took a seat opposite him on the table as he ordered a drink each for us.

“Come sit here next to me.” He told me. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an instruction.

And I obeyed.

At least there would be less eye contact while sitting side by side.

We had spent the past few days speaking on the phone for hours that we didn’t really have something left to talk about now that we were face to face.

A song I liked came on. Particular by Major Laser.

“Oh!” Clandor and I surprisingly said in unison.

We eyed each other expectantly. Clearly he liked the song too.

We began singing to the song and moving in our seats.

Yeah. That was the ice breaker.

As we sang, Clandor leaned closer, singing in my face. 

It didn’t make me feel shy or self conscious. I leaned in and sang back to him. 

It was fun.

Our drinks came and he opened the bottle for me.

He told me a memory linked to that song as we drank and continued to sing.

Afterwards they played Wild, Young and Free and we hit it off again. Bangers.

I was now relaxed.

We continued to go wild singing and moving, not dancing, to songs we knew and to those we didn't know we ignored and spent the time it took, talking and laughing. 

One song came on and he stood up, taking my hand and making me stand up. Maybe it was the alcohol or just me but I gave him my back…

He placed his hands on my waist and stepped closer, making his front and my ass touch.

I arched my back, pressing my ass against the bulge I could feel against his jeans. I grinded slowly, like it was accidental. It wasn’t.

His hands on my waist guided my hips slowly against the bulge.

He leaned closer to my ear and said, “You’re fuckin’ naughty, aren't you?”

A smile escaped my lips. I felt thrilled and my body responded to him with goosebumps.

The DJ messed it up and put on a twerking song. My ass wasn’t big. I wasn’t about to embarrass myself so I pulled away.

He held my hand and went to sit back down. “Come on,” he told me, his eyes filled with desire.

He turned me around, making me face the other way and placed his hands on my waist.

Yeah, he wanted me to do something with the ass I didn’t have. He wanted a show.

So I gave him one.

I bent over and grinded on him to the beat of the song. The safer option.

Afterwards I turned to face him. We locked eyes, our intentions obvious.

He took my hand and led me towards him, I climbed on him. Taking my place on him like he was mine.

This wasn’t me. Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked.

The way we sang and laughed as if we were a couple who had been together for years amazed me. 

As we sang he leaned in again and this time he came in for a kiss!

I leaned in too. Yes, I wanted to know how he tasted. I wanted to know if he could kiss.

That was either going to kill this obsession I had with him or add embers that would make it burn harder.

Our lips interlocked. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted sweet and smelled a little like bubblegum. Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends. 

His kiss felt familiar, like it wasn’t our first time. 

He kissed me like he was claiming me.

Shit. I wanted it to keep going. And it did. His hands found my neck and pulled me in closer.

Heat and wetness pooled between my thighs. Yes, I was horny. Wishing for more.

His wandering hand found its way under my crop top, lingering just below my boobs. 

I wanted it to move higher. I shouldn’t have but I wanted it to.

Mind you, this is in a club full of people and yet it felt so intimate, like we were the only two people here.

“Let’s go to my place,” he breathed.

The smart girl in me wanted to say no. But my body had already made the decision.