Alone [manxman]

nineteen: when its opening night

Ben

Strawberry skin. Dark bronze hair cut low.

Long fingers, pretty face, even longer tongue.

He's on me.

He's been on me since he got here—big eyes and brushing up on my side. I don't wanna make it weird cause it's not.

But it feels weird being touched like this, on my waist, on my side.

I try not to feel weird. I know that I'd tell other people not to feel a way about it.

Wren was touching me any chance he got, it was obvious what he wanted. I knew that.

And he's nice, his eyes are bright, framed by whisky-colored lashes. He lives in California. It's not anything big, I came in here and I knew what I was gettin' into after crashing into him in the bathroom. He gave me eyes.

I'm attractive. I get looks, I knew what that look meant.

He looked over me like women do. Like all of Jules' friends do.

Wren's different from my type. Even with women, I don't go for ones that look like him... I like black, I like big girls. I like pretty and soft skin with big lips and long nails, and hips and curls,  get money, black -like me.

I love a woman. Crave her.

The way a woman just enhances my life, having a partner has always been high on my list. I'm not blessed with a mental and emotional connection yet, not really.

I've never had that but I know that I want a wife, I've seen her in my dreams. Life is a long journey with bunch of pit stops, and Wren's looking at me like lunch. Then I realize that he's not actually looking at me like that.

He's looking through me like he can see it on me.

I don't wanna disappoint him. I wanna be open to it.

Its like I'm locked in.

I'm thinking about how okay a girl is for me and I'm suddenly overthinking it. Jules says it feel the same. I'm really content without knowing how he feel but he's already kissed on me.

He's already touching on my legs, and my thighs and up my shorts.

He's already on his knees.

Big, big blue eyes. Long lashes, bright, paralyzing. Feminine.

It's just sex, I don't have to think of it in any other way. I'm nodding, I know to nod even if I don't really know yet. Shit, we already here.

They're looking at me doe-eyed and delicate. I try not to move too fast.

There are places I could be right now.

There are pretty thighs spread on my floor, tattooed and Wren's still looking at me. I keep forgetting him, forgetting where I am. The door's closed, and I made it this far into his room, I knew what I was doing. He's pressing fingers against my stomach, into muscle. It does something for him, he's open for me. I can see it in his eyes.