He told me what I was doing was pernicious.
She kept fidgeting. I wasn’t nervous. I knew I was strong enough. I knew. I adjusted my sweat band so that it was centered on my forehead just right. She kept changing positions, like, every 5 seconds. I could tell she was eager, yet, hesitant. Just where I wanted her. The futon was quite comfortable and fit the two of us perfectly. The movie didn’t matter. It was “The Royal Tenenbaums,” if you had to know. I got out my Bic lighter and played around keeping my cool.
Her hair was up. Dirty blond and puffed up a tad in the front creating a bump effect. She smelled like nectarines mixed with fake tanner. She was wearing a white, spaghetti strapped tee and short, and I emphasize short blue jean shorts. These were the shorts with fringe hanging out the bottom.
One of her straps gracefully slips off her shoulder falling towards her bicep. She bites her lip and looks over to see if I am starring. I am. I kept starring too. She smiles and leans in towards me shoulder first. I respond by reciprocating her movement. I let my head shift sideways for our lips to meet up just right. She is so close I can feel her hot breathe. Her eyes are closed and I line up everything just right, placing my upper lip on her bottom lip, then slyly, I drag it away. This leaves her entranced pushing her lips out into thin air searching for contact.
I reach into my pocket pulling out my phone and notice its 10:55. My phone rings and her eyes open quickly. She is startled and clueless. I tell her I have to go. She doesn’t understand, and I don’t expect her to. I take my headband off quickly and escort her to the door. She isn’t smiling and she wants answers. I tell her I will tell her eventually. She stomps off telling me to call her later. I agree and then slam the door.
Success. I call my sponser and let him know that I will not be attending my next 12 steps meeting.