Conversation goes on smoothly and so does the night. I got myself slightly buzzed with the wine, and was very giddy. All in all I was just glad to have companionship and from a person of my own kind. It felt nice.
When it was late enough, Jeremiah said his farewells and was ready to leave. I escort him to the door to see him out, but he seems to have more in mind.
As he slips out the door, I standing at the door frame barefooted. He slips is arms around my waist and pulls me in for a hug. He has never tried to hug me before, this was a first. I let him hug me, no harm could come out of that. It was just a friendly hug.
At least that’s what I thought. Turns out it wasn’t innocent either.
As he goes to let me go, he looks deep into my eyes and something crosses his eyes. A sort of darkness I am very familiar with. The sort that I would call ‘lust’.
Before I know it, his mouth is covering mine and it feels all wet. I wasn’t responsive, how could I be. This man was kissing me!