Hanging out with Ell was more than amazing—more than I had imagined or fantasized. As I lounged in the seat, watching some late repeat, my mind played back to the events of the day. She had made my day, no; the entire week.
I remember her smile as she said goodbye and the deep kiss—a sweet memory. I keep tracing my lips, remembering how they molded into mine. The feeling of her soft lips lingers, and her flowery scent is still in the air. It's like she's still here, with me. I can't help but smile at the thought of her and the way she made me feel alive.
She had left a while ago after our little tumble in the sheets, and I was over the moon with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. I couldn't stop thinking about the way her skin felt against mine, we were one at some point. Our physical sensation of touch was incredible, like we old lovers who know how and where to give pleasure; it is intimate and memorable.
I know this means nothing, but there was lots of love and passion exchange, and she tampered with me for a moment. I felt more than I have ever felt when getting intimate with a person; it was fulfillment. Our connection was filled with intense emotions and desire that burned within us.
Words held little meaning compared to the depth of our connection. Each one of us was reeling from each other. We didn't see the need to talk, and neither of us initiated the conversation. After she caught a nap for about thirty minutes; she got up, prepped herself, and had a proper snack, courtesy of me, yours truly, an energy drink, a mixture just in case, let alone our kisses, the excited giggles and chuckles; there was no room for anything else, let alone talk.
I wonder if it meant something more to her or if it was just a casual encounter, a normal hookup. She had left me to my thoughts and desires; 'I hoped that she felt the same way I did, that she was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about her.' I didn't want to reach out and see if she had arrived as much as I wanted to, but at the same time, I wanted to give her space and not coerce her into anything; or was it me needing the space from her? She had ignited something dead in me. I knew I had to wait and see if she would reach out to me if she wanted to see me again.
My phone rang, and I sprang up, thinking it was her, only to find it was Isa calling.
"Hello."
"Hello!"
"You sound happy."
"I am happy!"
"I assume the date went well then."
"Yes, more than well.
"Did you guys talk?"
"About."
"Her being a media person"
"It didn't come up."
I left it alone, we were having such a good time that it didn't come up. Or I should have started with; 'hey, by the way, I know you are a presenter and influencer, and I stalk you sometimes and listen to your podcast to hear you talk.' She didn't touch the subject and I didn't see the need to; It felt okay to leave that part of her life out, Now we both have secrets, parts of our lives that we don't want anyone to know and I respect that.
"You sound giddy, did anything happen?"
"Yes! we boned."
"You man whore!" she exclaims.
"You know am not."
"You swapped in like a hawk," she chastised.
"No it was smooth."
"How is she in bed?"
"It was perfect, she knows how to work her…"
"Please stop! too much information, am happy for you that you had a good time."
"Yeah! Thank you!"
"What are you up to?"
"Wanna come over for supper."
"No thanks! I do not want to breathe the air smelling like sex."
"A rumble of laughter from my chest is heard, "We did it in the bedroom."
"Oh! Good. I'm coming over with an overnight bag. Cook something."
"See you then!"
"Should I come with anything?"
"I don't know, bring anything and everything," and I hang up.
I hadn't told Isa not to say anything because eventually, something would slip. Words in our friend group spread like fire, and I didn't want Vicky to know because she would tell Bev not that it is a big deal, but some feelings may be hurt or not in the process. Although I told her to avoid saying anything unless necessary or caught off guard,.
Throughout the work week, it has been busy, and we have avoided conversations concerning me. It was mid-week, and we were hanging out in our favorite spot, unwinding, when she called. I couldn't help it I had saved her as beautiful Ell and unfortunately, Will peered over my shoulder and saw the name.
Excusing myself, I pick up the call outside. We have been texting since the weekend and receiving random calls from her. She was inquiring if my evening was free and if she could drop by. How lovely of her; I adored her. Was this turning into a thing?
We haven't talked about anything serious since the weekend; we've been flirtatious, sending corny messages, and now this. I was in for the ride, whatever the princess wants, the princess gets. My evening was free.
Going back inside, I sit down to finish my drink. The love birds were somewhere, Isa was having a conversation with some two chicks on another table, and Will was where I left him, his face full of amusement.
"My men!" he said, clapping his hands together excitedly. I ignore him as I take a swig of the contents of the glass. The smirk on his face creeps me out, and I know he is about to ask some inappropriate questions, questions that even I may not have answers to; I better make this a fast escape.
"How long has this been going on?"
"What?" I finish the glass' contents.
"It is like that?"
"What?" picking up my jacket.
"And where are you going?"
"Something has come up."
"Not beautiful, Ell?"
"Give me a break, tell the others I have left."
"For a booty call."
"Shut up!" And I left the building, leaving him chuckling. What a tease.