Stand After One Night.

She was the first person he spotted when he ran his eyes around the room, neither too beautiful nor ordinary. They looked at each other, and a silent affirmation passed between them. His gaze burned into her, feeling it like a gentle touch, perhaps a micro touch but eliciting some emotions. He has a simple rule; if we make eye contact, then we must be friends, and he got determined to.

She turned to say hi, usually hugs. It's the twenty-first century, and people are always holding their phones in their hands and in such a setting with a glass of gin in the other, no chance for vigorous handshaking to shake off any trouble you might be having. She pressed her body on him so hard that now her scent was deep inside his lungs, and her magnificent, gently curved body and medium-sized Ass were all over the room, perhaps all over his eyes. The room was small, a bed-sitter someone had to be in your space. It's the deal with the campus house party, celebrating his close buddy's birthday.

Something about her got him hooked up. she spoke so seldom, her voice childishly high, but her confidence made him shy avoiding her eyes when he went to ask for her name and number. She stood close, too close he was feeling the heat on her body. It was awkward for him, not used to such an environment and, even worse, this type of confidence. His uncertain plastic smile relaxed his face as the whiter-than-white set of teeth stood out not to sell an empty smile while his eyes whirled hastily and jerkily, Perhaps to ensure his pale shyness didn't show all the vulnerabilities he wore openly.

She became animated after a few shots of gin, carefully holding her nondescript dress a little higher from the knee and placing it between her thighs to show her perfectly curved body. Her tempting knee, her demi-God skin. Just tight enough for her jiggly watery Ass to bulge out. It killed him, imagining the pleasure that her naked body had but his cautious side won't let him. You ought to be careful even with the educated bunch, it reminded him.

Things were escalating, he figured perhaps it was the shots of gin as they were on the dance floor. She bent like a gymnast, hands on her knees, hips now shouting loud enough. He was sceptical at first but as he placed his sweating hand on them, he felt a gentle tinge as he felt how soft they were, electric waves were running through his body as she pressed back, her gently spongy Ass hard on his private area, rubbing slowly. A series of never-ending ecstatic motions, up and down, each ensuring his dick was the target, feeling it hard as she moved it up and down, blood rushing down his privates. He was leaving a dream he couldn't imagine as he got so hard that he felt shy to walk away as the cheering began around the room.

He still had little composure as they conversed by the kitchen sink, standing between her thighs as she sat by the sink side. He wanted to know more about her but as his soberness faded, he pressed his lips to her, enacting her with promises of more. He thought of leaving, perhaps mentioning it or something about it that it was getting late.

He wasn't sure where they were headed as she sat between him and the motorbike driver. An enormous guy, already sitting on three-quarters of the space, tilted a little bit to give him space. He wasn't sure it was necessary, but it felt orgasmic as she placed her assertively brittle Ass on his lap and even better as they rode away, hitting potholes by the road. He imagined her body on him, and this time he could feel a gentle cold oozing out of his. Perhaps it was too much that She felt it. But maybe she knew what she wanted and what she was doing to him, just with a lower voice for beggars do not shout.

As she struggled up the staircase, leaning on him, not even sure where they were headed, but she was drunk alert, perhaps she had done this a couple of times, and it made him worried that he wasn't lucky and she did not choose, it could have been any man.

 He thought of leaving again or said something that sounded like it, but she knew he wasn't going to as she felt the heat on his body, the tension in his voice, kissing him as she pushed the door behind him. He grabbed her by her Ass, pulling her skin_close,  enough to feel her hard nipples on his chest with her rapid breathing. She dropped her bra and dress down simultaneously from the shoulders and quickly lifted her feet to push them aside as she unbuckled his pants and tried to let them fall too, but he was 'hard', perhaps too 'hard' that his dick stood out like a hanging hook that she was forced to move back to pull them down, chuckling as it jumped back up after she had dragged it down with the trouser.

It was nothing she had ever seen before. Sober enough to notice, perhaps the drunk play was to boost her confidence. He was on top of her, pushing all the pillows from the couch, she heard her TV remote drop but couldn't care less as she felt his mouth limply enclose her nipples, kissing her belly. His smiling teeth, now biting and sucking, running his tongue in a flicking way got her to acknowledge she had never had anything like those shocks of pleasure. He gently runs his rough finger on her panty while kissing her neck.

She couldn't hold herself, feeling her fighting spirit fly away. She Lay helplessly as the couch pricked her back, feeling a gentle drip between her thighs, her legs shaking already, now both her arms pinned tight by the head. With every thrust hard enough, perhaps too deep, she could feel it in her belly, moving with him synchronously, taking equally as she gave, high pitched cries came out her mouth, a feeling of fulfilment, a sense of accomplishment, something close to grace. Everything changed, perhaps to remind her of all the waste she had had before. She knew this was different, something she wanted every time, as he went rounds and rounds until they both dropped dead asleep on the floor, covering themselves with a bed sheet.

He woke up with a dry headache and an uncomfortable sense of his nudity. Checking the watch, he quickly pulled on his trouser and started dressing slowly, not to wake her up. He felt awkward and wasn't sure if they were supposed to even talk about it as he turned to leave without uttering a word, she was up but didn't say a word either but she was more relaxed, she was perhaps used to this he thought.

He was in the matatu from Wendani tu Ruiru when he noticed he had left behind his cap and belt. it's the rule, you never go back, not immediately, and he did not want all the experience to turn into dislike, perhaps a failure on her face, but as he thought of it, he felt an accomplishment and regret at the same time. He had spent a night at a woman's place, dropped dead asleep on her floor, and now forgotten stuff at her place. Though he wished never to see her again, for he felt shy inside, it was unavoidable, they had first exchanged contacts before everything. So she would probably reach out but on the other hand, he thought it meant nothing, nothing at all.

As she woke up to get ready for the busy weekend, she felt an emptiness inside, perhaps a desire for a flame to be rekindled, a feeling she was familiar with but long forgotten. She tried bashing herself out of the crazy idea, but each moment she caught herself deep in thought about him, she was used to "love at first sight" and never believed that love could also develop from good meat, perhaps majestic meat from a skilled butcher.

 She wanted him already. Not back on top of her, but with her. To keep him for herself, it even occurred to her of his outstanding personality, how admirably quiet, and keenly spoken he was, calm and attentive. The little doze of shyness in his eyes, too handsome, perhaps too much to earn her bragging right to her friends or maybe she was going crazy, she thought, but it was the truth; you can never hide it she reminded herself.

She stumbled upon his belt and cap and immediately knew she had an express ticket to talk to him, a way in and she was determined to take full advantage of it. She texted him, and the text popped up as he was on his way from the shower, he felt some disappointment, he had not thought of her hard enough beyond the encounter; perhaps what else was there to think of from a one-night stand?

As they sat facing each other at the Coffee shop, he wished she could hand over his stuff and get done with it as quickly as possible, but for a minute, he looked at her differently and saw how beautiful she was. Her gentle skin, and a round chin, he was sure of the lower body, it's what got them here. She was mumbling something when he landed from his admiration and all he heard was, "I want you, I want you to be my boyfriend." He wasn't sure what he heard as she went on; " I know there's a lot of red flags, but they are not red if you decide to check them keenly."

At first, he felt like bursting into a laugh and then dropping that "are you crazy?" but got hold of himself, perhaps he too felt different about her; something inside him maybe wanted her too. He was already late for his CAT, and he stood. He promised to see her again soon after the hug came through, and her perfume got stuck again deep inside his lungs. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on with him," I just met her at a party and had a one-night stand, and now she wants an all night with her. How many guys has she had before, asked to be with also?" It's a call for courage, knowing it might hurt but still doing it which can also be defined as stupidity. That's life it's hard!