Bengal & Agy in A One Night Stand

Curiosity killed a cat. But it didn't kill me. It just kept me amused. :D

Maybe I should start from the beginning. Some time last week, Agy texted me and said that he would be home alone for a few months. His parents went out of town visiting his sister. We did not chat for long, just a little flirting as we both had been busy with something. As days gone by, I started to think that maybe he had just baited me to see my reaction. Maybe he was only checking his female contacts one by one to see who would bite. I sure as hell bit, but maybe he had a better offer?

But little as I know him, I was pretty sure that he was not a real player. He was just being himself. Wasting no time for tete-a-tete. Almost always straight to the point unless if he had thought that some persuasion is needed. So I did not expect much on the romancing department. I decided not to initiate anything. Just waiting and waiting until HE bit. And he did. Mwahahahahahaa... He sent me a BBM a few minutes after midnight on Thursday, 'Come to my place, Bengal. Please.'

I kept him waiting for half an hour, then I texted, 'When?' Seconds later, he replied, 'Now. Tonight.' @.@ Hellooo? What time is it, boy? I'm not some McDonald's menu that can be ordered 24/7. *Cue: pass out.*

Then I said, 'The only time I can spare is tomorrow night. Suits you?'

He replied, 'Tomorrow night. Can't wait. I'm horny as hell right now. Good night, Bengal. :*'

I left it unread until the morning after. But I'm pretty sure I got a spring in my walk that morning. That feeling of sharp expectation. Frustrating yet exhilarating. I've been waiting for some kind of closure with this particular guy. What we were about to do that night could turn into the climax and ended right after, or could be a new beginning in a perverse relationship. I could not be sure which one I would have preferred. Even until now.

All day was spent fantasizing about what would happen that night. My colleagues were probably a bit confused as to why I turned silent all day. I was nervous, almost a wreck, which was so not me. But even I had to admit that Agy was not like some other guy. Agy was the one that constantly on my mind since that kiss years ago. Once, I might have changed guys like I bought shoes, but I could swear, he's always there at the back of my mind. Seeking answer of what could have been. Stupidly insane. Disgustingly corny. Insanely unbelievable. At least for me. Shit, this is big, huh?

Let's just pass the small details. So, at his house, we made small talk. Unwinding after work and before sex *grins*. Just sitting in his living room. His arms started to snake their way around me, not long after that we started to kiss. A short one for starter. Testing the water. Longer one after that. And waaaaay longer after that one. Tongues battling, biting the opponent's lips, sucking and licking and all those delicious things. When it's getting even more unbearable, he stood up and pulled my hand. We went to his room upstairs.

His bed was still made up. I jumped onto it and sniffed his pillow. Not 2 seconds after, he put his body on top of my back and held me still. He kissed the back of my neck while his hands roamed all over. The night had just begun! :D I slipped from under and we changed positions. Lips locked, somehow our hands managed to undress each other almost effortlessly. Thank goodness I had been exercising regularly for the past few months so I had better stamina. And it was a long night. Almost two years of celibating and we broke it by finishing a box full of condom. Dotted ones. Felt so good. ;) Minor problem arised, egos acted up, but I managed to be the bigger person. The fact that his hand jobs and BJs were phenomenal might help. I could swear, setting some problems aside, he's the best sex buddy I've ever had.

In the morning, we woke up and did it again. And again. And then we went down and finishing some business. He continued his works, and I just sat beside him. I anticipated something like this therefore I had a book with me. I read, he worked. I read, he touched me. I touched him back, he worked. I read again, he touched me again. I touched him, all hell broke loose. We did it in his living room. In broad daylight. Curtains half closed. Other people could have looked inside with little effort. And we couldn't care less. Damn this neverending horniness! It totally clouded our judgements and sensibilities. It's a good thing no one had caught us, otherwise we might have been snatched out and paraded outside like those stories in Pos Kota. *swallowed*

As it was nearing afternoon, our moods changed perceptibly. It was like we had started to raise our barriers back. What happened between us there would stay there and then. Oh, we talked about stuffs in between sex. He said that we couldn't have predicted what would happen in the future. Who knew if we might be each other's soulmate? Which I didn't buy because I thought it was just his way keeping me pliable that night. And I was right. When the barrier was up, he was his distant self again. No funny business after that. He must be bipolar. He was so nice and loving when we were intimate, yet so cold and distant the rest of the time. And there's a hint of childishness too.

And why am I trying to analyze him? He's not a potential partner. Heck, he's not a partner material, period! But, I still have to admit that I have a soft spot for him. I don't know, maybe because we had history together? Despite what I had thought about him, I still want him to be available for me. Gosh, I'm so screwed up!

But it was a good night. :)