When you feel that you are in love everything is different.
It passed two months since I haven’s seen him. He, the man whom I have seen him twice. We were introduced by Clara, my colleague. She insisted to know each other because we were both single. Everything around was spinning , I was like in a dream, where I could see and I was the main character. That funny and happy girl, every time dressed decently, with pants or a skirt until my knees, with a jacket and shirt, an office outfit that represents me, but when I step outside the office I become the rebel woman and a naughty one.
I like to say that I am like that. I felt butterflies when I saw him when I touched his hand. I think that I was trembling with emotions. I was trying to control myself in front of him. I don’t know what was so special about him, but he was making me feel like that. He was a simple, fancy man, my type of man to love him and take him home. We took a seat and we ordered something to eat and drink. The way he was looking at me was making me very nervous. A person who never experienced this type of feelings, it is a man that never knew what love is, a caterpillar who didn’t become a butterfly, a butterfly who remained too soon without wings.
Source: meijergardens.org
It is a wonder when a caterpillar becomes a butterfly and it is also a wonder when two persons fall in love. A person feel alive when she or he has butterflies in their stomach, when she or he falls in love, when he or she has someone near and especially when It is a mutual feeling. Everything around a person who is in love has a different color, it is happiness in everything, we become children again.
It was a magical evening, we tried to know each other better. It was another beautiful evening and that was all. Everything stopped and I don’t know why. He didn’t give me any explanation, he never called me again. I tried to find an answer from Clara, but she didn’t manage to find him either. I wonder if I did something wrong, if he didn’t like me, although he seemed like he was liking me. There are two months when I dreamed daily about him, I dream about his eyes, smile, at a phone call, anything…
And all of that came in a beautiful Friday , a very busy day at the office. I was feeling to jump up with joy, I wrote Clara immediately to tell her. We were going to go together at the mountains that weekend. I thought it wasn’t real, he didn’t called me in two months, and now he wanted to go to the mountain with me, of course we were going to sleep together. I was starting to realize suddenly, I freaked out a little bit, but it was okay. I asked to leave earlier from work and I went straight to the mall because I had to buy some stuff for the trip and something new to wear. It was a while since I went to the mountain with some guy, just with friends.
He was going to pick me up in three hours, enough time to be ready: an hour in the mall, thirty minutes to get home, an hour and a half plenty of time t do my luggage, take a shower and to get ready for the big moment. I was very nervous. I was looking forward to find out why he didn’t call me back, it didn’t even matter anymore, but I didn’t want him to repeat that. I was thinking that maybe it wasn’t okay to leave there, but I also was thinking that it was okay to be with someone away from the usual places, to be relaxed and know the person into his or her intimacy, to know what to expect if you want to move in with him or her.
I was feeling to run and scream with happiness, I missed him so much, his lovely and happy face, I missed his jokes, I wanted to feel his warmth touch, to hear his gentle voice again. I arrived home and I hurried up to do my luggage, then I took a shower, I did my hair and I put something comfortable on me. When I was ready he called me that he was in the parking slot, and he wanted to know where to come and help me with the luggage. I was overwhelmed , I didn’t know what to do anymore, I was looking again in the mirror, my stomach started to give me pains when I heard the doorbell.
– The cable guy!
I laughed and I opened the door for him and he got inside. Gabriel, that was his name, he looked differently, he was dressed sport, not as I saw him two months earlier he was seeming even more nice that way. The butterflies were present again, my heart was racing fast. He reached out to me and kissed my cheeks, then he spanked my ass:
– Come on, hurry up, let’s run in the world together!
I was confused about the spanking but I guess I felt alright. I was horny. I wasn’t having a bra, he would have been amused about my hard nipples. He took my luggage, I closed the door and we went to the car. I admired his car, I liked it a lot and he asked me if I wanted to drive for some time. I was very excited, I made myself comfortable, I put my coffee at its special place and I was ready. For a few minutes were the instructions for the car. He put his hand on top of mine to show me the gears. I was trembling due to his touch, I think that he felt that too. I wanted to hug him, to kiss him, to bite his lips, to tell him to hold my hand forever. The road was very nice, we laughed, we stopped to eat something, I spoke with Clara, he told me what he did this time: a leaving to England, for a training at the domain he was working. He told me that he thought about me the whole time, but he didn’t want to talk like that, at distance, especially because we didn’t get out often and he wanted to see that I was going to miss him. I admired his honesty but I wasn’t going to do the same, to told him that I was
in love and I thought that he wasn’t going to write me again.
We arrived when it was almost dark at our destination, it was a little bit cold and the steam was rising from the mountains, it was a splendid view. The location in which we were going to stay was stunning, with wonderful people, and a very elegant room. We left the luggage, then he took my hand, and with the other hand took my hair off my face:
– We won’t do nothing from what you don’t want ! I just want us to feel great, to relax and get to know each other better.
I smiled and I got near him. I wanted to do anything, damn it, to kiss him, touch him, to make love with him. My heart was beating very fast, he was looking at me and waiting. I felt his perfume, I took the other hand and then I touched his lips with mine, slowly, then he took my waist and started to kiss me with passion. We went slowly to the big bed and we began to touch each other, looking at each others bodies. Suddenly the fire started and we threw the clothes off of us. It was a deep silence around us, until I started to moan louder with pleasure, the pleasure from his love, his kisses and bites and his soft , manly touch.
Everything happened like a beautiful melody, a romance chorus of a fresh story, with us beginning to know each other.
