Unexpected Firsts

Back propped on the cushioning of an arm rest cornering the room and laid sprawling across the rest of the length of the couch and somewhat over the table was I. In this case "I" was just a bigger somewhat intelligent guy with a habit of being too nice, and a cursed bit of aches that sufficed to be replaced with peaceful feelings at the slightest touch of a womanly hand. I was thoroughly satisfied in the moment spoken of. I had my stomach full and someone laying next to me, head resting see, on my chest and peace was what's best for me.

She was about a fifth foot from the ground even, maybe somewhat taller or smaller depending on perspective. Her dark hair was like a fairy bob layered so that the top layers fell down over the boy trimmed areas with a neat bit of texturing on them that kept the whole idea together neatly as the angle from the front length did as it rose to the back. I toyed with the idea of playing with it but restrained myself in this moment first. Then I noticed her eyes. They were unmistakably bolder than any expectations held about what they could've been like and shone out of their sockets fiercely with an amber color mixed with golden tones and hues of browns that bordered faintly on being reds and both of them set into the frame of her face splendidly. You could say her eyes were molded into the areas above her cheeks like two jewels set in a pendant of a necklace and her face was the gold or silver forming the medallion around them. Her face was so classically pretty, etched and molded with fairness and painted with a lightly hinting bit of accentuation that wasn't upsetting the natural flow of her skin's colors, and her body was seated perfectly in the throne of matching things. Because she was so small her breasts seemed extra large, and really they were. The small shoulders, tiny hands, and feet streamlined together with just a humble amount of muscle tone and an ever so slight bit of pudginess at the belly which was only really visible when she slouched a bit.

The rendezvous had began after a chance and random late night internet typing fling we stumbled together into. It had turned into spouts of wildly incorrect spellings and from her came bold and shameless admittance of what was becoming of her desire for me. Reading her messages made it seem like she was all fired up and ready for something to pop off right then, but it so happened a few days of waiting were between the suggestion and the realization of the meeting. I don't think she will ever know the depths of what could have become of this meeting.

We talked briefly about universal theories on existence and life and watched a few videos of a man she apparently had great respect for that theorized on how reality really works. I honestly tried to remain focused on it but my head was telling me there was something pressing that needed to be attended to with her. Her life was a mess.

Apparently worse things happen to people than to just be left alone in houses and in places that they resented being at like myself. This woman was a travelling junkie with a list of issues that I am only assuming could've made a good book for the likes of a psychiatrist to read, but I wasn't judging her for it. I just listened and wondered, all the time doing my best to keep her close by. I also was performing repeated checks to make sure the woman was real. I mean... what type of person actually shows up for a complete stranger like that anyway? My prodding of an index finger to her hand or shoulder was just to make sure she wasn't a hallucination.

We remained on the couch drifting between holding each other and separating randomly to sit across from each other for the remainder of the evening while watching television. I had expected her to want to leave as I am usually horribly inclined to believe that I am unwanted and lack desired qualities to maintaining any sort of relationship. However she hadn't had the intention of leaving. At some point I showed her some things in my bedroom and she posted herself up on the mattress in a manner that suggested she practically owned the place and we went on to talking about a documentary on the pantry ghost. I started the documentary playing in the background of the scene as I took up the spot next to her on the bed and my nephews argued over the seat to the computer the documentary was playing on.

The conversation had stopped as I found myself drifting the tips of my fingers across her face. I found the first brush with her cheek met immediately with a flashed grin. Again I couldn't help myself but touch that way again. If there was anything I found worth doing in life it was making a person happy for any amount of time. I pushed back her hair with my hand and leaned over looking into her eyes. She looked more relaxed I summarized before it was back to brushing the sides of her head with my hand and gently tracing lines around her face as lightly as I could try. I knew that it wouldn't be long and this would escort her into a nice sleep.

She snoozed quietly enough on my bed as I sat close by. My two nephews were still watching the documentary and we all seemed intent on singing every song popping into our heads together and laughing about it. The conversation went a little into who the woman was in my bed and why she was here and what she probably thought about us singing and such. She only really remarked once about the whole ordeal and it was when I began to sing a rock song that I am only to guess was invasive to her sleep and discomfiting. I stopped singing the song immediately at the reaction to it, which she later confessed she didn't even remember doing. Then eventually the nephews relinquished control of the room back to me and went to bed and I stayed up watching this woman sleep serenely for a while debating on whether I should snuggle up with her and sleep myself or just keep watch over the room until she awoke.

I crawled into the bed and curled my left arm up against my head as I lay it down and wrapped the lovely miss up under my right arm as I scooted my body in closer and comfortably pressed my legs into a mimic position of hers that commanded what seemed like exactly the right amount of body contact. The whole ritual came to a close as I pressed a couple of brief kisses against her neck and shoulder and shut my eyes for the night. This was a nice change of pace for me all around I thought as I drifted into the darkness of my sleep.

I had woken early and lay enjoying the way me and her had changed places. She had become the big spoon in the cuddling and I was now tucked safely away as the small one. It was a highly comforting position that I cherished at the moment to a great degree beyond normal acknowledgements. I waited listening to her breathing for what seemed like an eternity that ended abruptly with the banging and clashing sounds of the housemates here getting up and about. Still she held my body and pressed hers to my back. I adored the way we lay together in fact, just to bring it, the motion, right back.

I had nearly been able to fall back into sleep again some amount of time later when she had woke. She moaned a faint little groan of a moan out and pulled my body closer to herself before she let out a quick 'hmmm' and stretched her leg around mine at once. I could feel her breath warming the back of my shoulders, her hair tickled at my neck, and her lips came into a press against my shoulders at the base of my neck. To attest to the lack of stress that I had at the moment the best I must tell you all that I am impressed with the fluid way that her lips made a mess of everything in my spiritual being. It was like the chills ran throughout my whole body but without the cold feeling, like a warm fuzzy sensation that had extra comforts within it's being, like an explosion or shock running through me that didn't contain the terrible noise and shaking that I normally associate with them. This was feeling like bliss was a sentient being that had mated with my body for eternities that I could never be wise enough to perceive. I melted into her arms and rolled lightly against her as the sensation left.

She had crawled out of bed over me and went on about some business through the house that morning for some hours before I came out of recounting the depth and wonder for me there was in those quick kisses. I was still warmed and vividly, brilliantly, illuminated from the fullness of the waves of splendid pleasure that rolled through my body long after she left the bed, and I wondered if there was a way to bottle this sensation and sell it as a drug. This woman introduced me to a power she had over me that I would literally never be capable of even complaining about her using. This was the first time anybody had ever found a trigger on me for such a dope feeling. God only knows how much I might end up mourning that morning ending.