Love magick/Newness

The heat was almost unbearable for him. Just standing there watching the game was enough for the sweat to run through his back and damping his polo shirt. 

As the game was coming to a disappointing ending; the people started scattering around and beer was being passed around. The first gulp of the amber liquid brought a new wave of sweat and he removed the sticky shirt off. That's when he saw her. 

She was walking just outside the field, in a visible hurry, checking out the time on her phone or a message, he thought.  That light blue top was encasing a lovely set of tits, bouncing up and down as she walked, a picture of him grabbing them to test their softness imprinted in his mind and his penis stiffened slightly. The vision was soon forgotten as a friend brought him back to reality. 

***

She was late for a meeting with her childhood friend and she hated being late.

As she made her way to the coffee shop, passed by a soccer field and watched the attendees who were cheering and booing, their voices mixed up with the sounds proper of the game and the whistle of the referee. She had never been as enthusiastic about the national sport as everyone else. 

Then someone in that chaotic multitude caught her attention. He was taller than the people around him. Dark brown hair, neatly styled, full arm sleeve tattoo and a dark tan that can only be achieved by long hours in the sun. Nothing special about him at simple glance, yet, it was hard not to stare at him. 

She lost sight of him when the game ended and the mass of people moved around. A chime from her phone told her to hurry up and adjusting her sun glasses she kept on walking. 

When she finally got to her friend, for a strange reason told her about that guy and the way he made her feel for a fraction of a minute. They laughed about the absurdity of life and caught on on their lives and tribulations of their hearts. 

***

Although not even close to her normal route, she started going to get coffee at that certain shop after work, silly as it sounded; in the hope to see him again. She felt embarrassed by her feelings but there was something about that guy she couldn't explain. She needed to see him again to get rid of the fantasy, so she said to herself.

Around the second week mark and with no sign of success, resignation in her mind as her plan started  feeling foolish; she opted for an ice-cream instead of scalding coffee. Happy as she could be with her favourite dessert, passed by a boutique shop and as she quickly glanced at the window display, a pair of green eyes spotted her and this time it was him who couldn't help but stare.  A few minutes later, he was walking right behind her and with the confidence only the illuminated and fools have, approached her with his best smile and reaching his arm around her, took the cone from her, gave a generous bite  and told her next time to get a chocolate one.

It was like if they knew the other for long.

She told him to get his own while trying to get hers back, resulting on a bear hug and a cold kiss on her forehead. The smell of his skin drove her crazy and she wanted to kiss and lick that thick and muscular neck. 

They found a bench and sat down, sharing the rest of the strawberry ice-cream, trying to be nonchalant and avoiding the obvious. 

- So, do you always steal people's desserts? 

- Yeah... You were enjoying it way too much for your own good - a glint in his eyes-

- My bad then... 

- Absolutely -a most mischievous smile-

- I think I saw you before, I kinda remember you from somewhere -liar-

-biting on the cone- Really? I mean of course, you can't just not look at this handsome face and forget about it. No, for real, I saw you couple weeks ago and I enjoyed the cute outfit, and let me tell you, those boobies of yours are unforgettable! 

-blushing- I... 

- Now that I have you closer, you are a very beautiful woman...

Their lips found themselves in a deep yet tender kiss, bodies reacting immediately as their hands touched breasts and muscular arms. 

- Where do you live? I mean it's getting late.

- Wanna walk me to my house?

- It'll be my pleasure.

They walked side by side, talking about the city and how much had it changed since the last time he visited, she showed and explained the history of some landmarks, he complained about the lack of care from the municipality and she agreed and reminded him about the recent natural catastrophe that took away several lives and the beauty of certain parts of the city.

Her house appeared all of a sudden and fearing the end of a strange but awesome day she asked:

- Wanna know a secret?

- Always, specially if it's about you.

- My family home is in the old part of town.

- Wait what? The historical site?

- Yes.

- Who are you? 

- That's for you to find out. Wanna go there?

- I'm dying to.

Holding hands they sneaked into the old city as she navigated smoothly the labyrinth of majestic houses, closing her eyes at times, sensing with accuracy their location and finding her childhood home suspended in time.

They made their way in with relative ease, the heavy wooden double doors made a chilling noise as if complaining about the disruption of their slumber.

The place had been uninhabited for almost  two decades, although still taken care of. There were few signs of abandonment like the odd cobweb and a light film of dust.

He was for once silent; absorbed into the magic of the place, the prodigious wood work talked about another time, a privileged one. 

She was immersed back into the memories of a life that seemed so distant. Climbing the stairs without noticing, they got to the first floor, covered furniture and oil paintings giving way to the first rooms, doors locked up, unyielding. He asked where her room was:

- All the way up.

- Of course it is. Show me the way, love.

The fourth floor seemed to emanate a warmth that didn't have anything to do with the weather. The big stained glass windows were letting the moonlight through, giving the impression of being in a fairy tale. His eyes glimmered with the beauty of the place. The hall seemed infinite.

Her room was of course at the other end of the floor, her own secluded safe space. 

The door still had the wreath of still nature she remembered, a few fallen pieces on the floor. 

They didn't bother to close it. She found herself back in time; books she remembered getting for her birthday still waiting for her, the desk neatly ordered and the beautiful cedar lounge chair; a heirloom from her paternal grandfather, coveted by every single member of the family. She passed her finger through the smooth armrest, warm memories from another lifetime.

He sat down on it and agreed it was a fine piece of furniture. Slightly tugging on her skirt, made her sat on his lap and kissed her lips slowly, like if they had all the time in the world, the moonlight dancing slowly through the floral details of the window.

The kissing made way for their fingertips, bodies acknowledging the other... He grabbed her by the waist and carefully took her to the bed, kissing her legs as he removed her shoes and socks, going back up with his tongue, bypassing her wanting hips and reaching towards her lips, neck and undid the buttons of her shirt. A light pink bralette covering those soft breasts he had imagined touching, she saw his eyes of predator and wanted nothing more than being his pray. He kissed her chest, removing the lace on his way to those beautiful chestnut buds. Licked one whilst teasing the other with fingertips, pinching lightly and moving in circles. She wanted to close her eyes but resisted the urge, wanting to drink that view, wanting to get lost in those amazing green eyes.

After a while his hand began wandering around her waist, trying to unzip the skirt until she asked him to stop.

- Please, forgive me. 

- It's not that. It's your turn to take your shirt off -she said with a grin-

- Ohh I see, you don't want to miss the opportunity to enjoy the view!  Cheeky, cheeky!

As an answer, she started lifting the hem of the shirt and kissed every bit of exposed skin, the trail of hair, feeling his muscles tensing, licking him around. Her gaze went towards his face and saw the side smile and a deep dimple of approval. He finished taking it off and grabbed her face with both hands.

- You are so fucking beautiful.

- Shush, kiss me again.

- Turn around.

This time the skirt didn't stand a chance and as it slid down her legs, he squeezed her butt, bite it and rolled down the panties that were very wet. She started shivering and he knew the reason.

Turning her again, he hold her tight, kissing her head, telling her it was ok if she wanted it to stop. They didn't need to hurry.

She didn't say anything but laid down, arms above her head, inviting him, and he accepted gladly.

Like knowing what had happened before him, he was careful with his love, took his time making sure she was enjoying; caressed, kissed and licked her until she began shivering once more but this time for the right reason.

He took her hand and placed it on the bulge that his jeans were trying to suppress and asked if she wanted to keep on going.  She felt it throbbing and told him to undress. 

The sight of him nude was unlike anything she ever expected to want again. Thick neck adorned with a slim gold chain and a cross, hairy chest, defined abdomen,  body hair leading down, sparrow tattoos, the leanness of his hips and that engorged cock waiting and wanting...

Parting her legs apart with eyes locked on hers, he took her with a tenderness she had forgotten. The thought of her first love came like a storm but it was only for a moment. The green eyed storm taking her now was so powerful, she couldn't think of anything else but him and the way he felt in her.

After the first minutes of blindness, she opened her eyes and kept her gaze on his. That handsome face; thick dark eyebrows, small droplets of sweat forming on his forehead, the smile lines surrounding thin lips with a pronounced cupid's bow, the clean shave. She grabbed his jaw and asked for more. He gave more while she got lost in his green eyes. It wasn't just sex with a stranger; it was the surrender of all of her rage and sadness, awakening from a dark slumber. The Phoenix reborn from her own ashes. Love magick.

They kept the tender loving until the thirst got quenched. Laying in that big bed, facing each other, his fingers caressing her face, drawing the curves of her lips, telling how beautiful she was while she tries hard not to push him away and call him a liar. Trying to believe. 

Without either of them noticing, the first sunrays play a winning game with the blue shadows and then the birds started singing the song of a new day already on its way.

- We should go.

- Why? 

- Don't you have a house to go to?

- Nobody is waiting for me.

- Ah...

He got up and went to open the french doors to the balcony. The sky offered a vision of oranges and pinks on the blue background, but it didn't compare with the view of him. The dark silhouette against the dawn, light allowing just a faint view of his well defined musculature on the back, the dimples on the lower back giving way to a perfectly round butt.  Sensing her gaze on him, turned his face towards her and with a devilish grin extended his hand.

To R.W. 

Thank you for bringing me back.

...Carax...