It had been two weeks since her date with Tom. He still had yet to really reach out. He had commented on a few Instagram stories, but nothing about hanging out again. She knew she could reach out to him just as well, but around that time, lockdown had ended and her social calendar had filled up quickly. She truly had just been too busy to fit him in, so why reach out with no time to see him?
One Saturday, she had spent the entire day lounging out by a pool with all her friends. Basking in the sun, drinking ice cold Michelob Ultra’s from the cooler beneath her lounge chair, and regaling everyone with the tale of her most recent mind blowing experience. After re-telling the story that afternoon, she had decided that the following day, she would send Tom a quick message and see if he was interested in meeting up again.
After the pool, everyone went home to shower and change, and would all be regrouping at one of her friend’s houses for a barbeque and more drinks. She was having the best time. After having not been allowed to see friends again for so long, she could not have asked for a better day. It was getting late, and one of the couple’s left. Shortly thereafter, another couple was headed out. They had been invited to another get together, but they weren’t sure if they really wanted to go to that other party, and had mentioned that they might be back later.
They left, and then there were three. She, her friend, and her friend’s husband. Once a throuple, always a throuple. (That’s an inside joke. They were not actually a throuple. This friend doesn’t even read this blog because she lives through all these stories first hand. So the inside joke is wasted here. Even worse now that it’s been explained. But fuck it, it stays. They call themselves a throuple. They were drunk when they decided that. It was hilarious.)
So she, her friend, and her friends husband were all still drinking and partying. Just happy that fun was legal again. It was around midnight when the front door burst open. The couple from before had returned, and they brought two friends. Two guy friends. She was already drunk, and therefore very much ready to get her flirt on. But she then was informed of how old these fellas were. One of them was a cute, blonde 29 year old. Not completely beyond her minimum age, which was 30. Unfortunately, though, he had the same name as her brother and was therefore immediately disqualified as an option.
The other guy was a sexy, black, 26 year old, Dubstep loving DJ (self taught throughout quarantine). As insanely hot as this guy was, 26 was just waayyyy too young. So, even in her inebriated state, she had resigned herself to just window shopping that night.
The DJ, we’ll call him Kyle, went to set up his stuff while she and the other guy chatted a bit. As she listened to this guy tell her about when he also dyed his hair blue (as she had), she watched the friends who had returned scurry around setting up strobe lights, all different colours. Soon, the actual lights were off, the party lights were on, and the rave music was bumpin’! Definitely not her first choice of tunes, but she was used to being outnumbered with this particular group of friends. She was in the proper state, however, to just let her body move as it wanted. She danced with her friends, closed her eyes and felt the music.
Then, all of a sudden, she felt someone’s hands on her hips from behind her. Instinctively, she thought it was her friend just being funny. She looked back, and to her shock and delight, she saw Kyle looking back at her. She was so surprised. Last she knew, he was across the room DJing. She didn’t even see him come over, and now he was grinding with her from behind. It had been like a literal decade since she had grinded with a guy, let alone a fucking smoke show like Kyle. She smiled at him and turned back around, deciding that a little dancing couldn’t hurt. However, she could only push her ass in to this stranger for so long before she wanted to switch it up. She turned around to face him, and in that split second, they were just immediately making out.
He was definitely the one who initiated the kiss. Even though she was dancing with him, she still had no intention of pursuing anything with this (figurative) teenager. And even in the moment when their lips first touched, she still had that hesitant feeling of, “Oh fuck! No! He’s too young!” But all that went out the window when she really got in to it. When she felt what an amazing kisser he was. When she felt the electricity between them. When she felt that chemistry and connection to him, even though at that point they had exchanged less than ten words between them.
She didn’t know what it was, she was just drawn to him. And he to her. It was insane. She had never felt sparks like that with someone. The closest would have probably been Tom, but it was nothing as immediate as it was with Kyle. Maybe it was the way he pulled her hair as he kissed her. Just subtly, from the nape of her neck, under her hair. Just a quick, hard, tug at her hair, then a grab at the back of her neck as they kissed. He was so intense, in the best possible way.
He stopped kissing her for a moment and looked her in the eyes, then he whispered in her ear, “Am I too young for you?” She threw her head back and laughed (in a cute way, not in a cackly-witch way) and replied, “Oh yes, definitely,” as she kissed him again.
She and Kyle made out for what felt like a millisecond (but was likely, like, 10 minutes?), before he tore his lips from hers and whispered, “Follow me to the bathroom in one minute.” He left her there, basically delirious from that whirlwind of a make out sesh, and she couldn’t wait even a second longer before she just had to reunite with him. Seriously. The attraction was indescribable.
She opened the bathroom door slowly. Kyle whipped it open, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her in. Pushing her up against the wall, they ravaged each other. We all know how much she loves being choked sexually, and apparently this guy could just tell? He was so good at it and she hadn’t been so turned on since… well, since two weeks prior with Tom. But this experience was so different. With Tom there was sooo much build up. It was the anticipation that made things so explosive. Whereas Kyle was just immediate intensity and animalistic sexual tension.
He stopped kissing her and held her against the wall. “Get on your knees,” he told her. She thought about it for a second. And in that moment she just realized, no fucking way am I getting on my knees for a fucking 26 year old. “No.” she told him plainly. He smirked. “Okay, lay down on your back,” he replied as he motioned for her to lay in the small, narrow entry way into the bathroom. “What??” she asked, confused. “Lay down on your back.” he repeated. She was excited and horny and confused all at the same time, but she did as she was told. He knelt down and ripped her pants and underwear off her. “Holy fuck, is he gunna go down on me?! Oh my god. He’s gunna go down on me!!” she said to herself in disbelief. He adjusted himself lower and just as he was about to start, alarms went off in her head; “YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD!” they yelled at her.
“Oh my god, I have my period!” she blurted out. She had her Diva Cup in, it’s not like it was a bloody mess down there. But in all the commotion, she had completely forgotten about it. He looked up from between her thighs and smiled. “I don’t care…” he said as he went to town.
Holy. Fucking. Fuck.
Until two weeks before that, she had never gotten off from being eaten out. Now, here she was, having her mind blown once again, in that same fashion. She finished twice. He moved back and sat down on the closed-lid toilet. She lay there for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. “Did that actually just fucking happen??” She got up and figured she should probably return the favour. But as she started he stopped her and said, “I’m on Molly. I’m not gunna cum. Don’t even worry about it,” and he kissed her instead.
“Are you fucking kidding me!?!” She thought to herself. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, this completely random, sexy, unbelievable specimen of a human being just stumbled in to her life, gets her off twice, AND she didn’t have to give him blow job?! Who the fuck was this guy?? He’s perfect!!!…. (except for that whole, being born in 1995 thing. That was a real bummer.. But she was definitely not thinking about that at the time.)
They kissed again for a second but then she got dressed and left the bathroom. He followed shortly after and eye-fucked the shit out of her as he walked back over to his “DJ booth”. Her friend immediately grabbed her and brought her outside so she could fill her in on every detail. Meanwhile, the friends who had brought Kyle took him on a tour of the home gym that was set up in the basement.
Later on when she and Kyle were reunited on the dance floor (re: the living room floor, beside the couch), he told her that his friends told him there was a room set up for the two of them if they wanted to go bang. She laughed, and appreciated the support, but she was perfectly fine with how things had gone thus far. She didn’t want to have sex with him while everyone was upstairs. Whenever they did have sex, and oh boy she knew they would have sex, she wanted to be able to enjoy every second of it, just the two of them.
She had been drinking since noon that day, and towards the end of the night had decided to smoke some weed also. Having not partied in so long, the combination just didn’t sit right with her and she ended up calling an Uber. It was like 4am at this point, though, so she should have been going home anyways. It’s not like she was in her 20’s anymore like some people…
Kyle had noticed that she seemed sick and came to check on her. She assured him she was okay but that she was going to go home. He kissed her passionately on the lips, then kissed her softly on the forehead. “I’ll text you tomorrow. Get home safe. I hope you feel better,” he whisper-shouted in her ear. She felt butterflies throughout her entire body and couldn’t wait to hear from him the next day.
Oh ya… Tom, who?