2. GO HOME

"Sure." He said, the small smile still on his lips. "But if you ask for a favor like that, you're not going to get it."

I laughed. Favors? I was the one doing him the honors here. He is going to be the very first man that slept with me and I bet the joy will be akin to that of opening a brand new car. So I voiced out my exact thoughts.

"I am the one doing you a favor here. You're going to sleep with me."

"Exactly my point. I am going to sleep with you but I don't have to if I do not want to. You, on the other hand, must find someone to sleep with you before dawn. By the way, are you on some ultimatum? What's the rush to find a man to sleep with you for?"

I struggle to wrest my hands free of his hold. He didn't budge.

Sophia did not say it'll be this hard. According to her teachings, men do not even care about anything else once you're offering them sex. This one was asking too many questions and I am too tired to engage him. 

"I am 25." I manage to say. "I ended my housemanship yesterday and to mark it, I need to stop being a virgin and have my first sex. My friend says the stranger the person that sleeps with me the first time, the better." I struggle again to let my hands free and this time, he removed the one hand he held over two of mine and I brought my hands down, finally. "So, what do you say? Should we get a room?" I say again, running my now free hands over his chest again. I like it. It's hard and sturdy.

"You're drunk." He stated simply. Then he looked away from my face to the side and backward like he is scanning the area.

I do not know what he is looking for but I have my eyes fixed on him. It took all my willpower to not roam his face again with my hands. "Kiss me," I said, instead. 

The sooner I got this done with, the earlier I can get to my house and hug my bed. Most importantly, I can then claim to be a woman. A proper woman with 'needs'.

Mr. Hat continues to peer into my eyes. At this point, I know it's his body that's pinning me to the wall that is keeping me up. Left to my legs and myself, I would be sitting on the floor. But his body on mine does not only steady me and helps me remain to stand, it made me feel all sorts of things. My legs feel like they are going to wobble and my whole body is tingled with sparks from the contact it is making with his body. "Are you not going to kiss me?" I asked him. He was looking at me, not making a move. "Is this because I didn't ask the way you would want? Alright." I say trying to stand straight. " Alright, please kiss me. Please, fuck me."

His jaw twitched again. It was like my plea was finally getting to him. His Adam apple moved up and with every swallow he made. The sight made me want to touch it. I did while talking in the scent that emanated from him. It made me heady. It drew me in like a moth to a flame.

Gripping his shirt, I clung to him. I heard him say when I tightened my hold on him, "Have you ever kissed anyone? Do you even know how to kiss?"

"Yes," I replied immediately. "I have. I am very good at it."

"Lies." He said simply. Again. His little words made me feel a way I can not describe. He talked with so much certainty like he knew what he was saying. Like he knew that I told a lie. 

I lifted my back from the cold wall it was against, moved my head closer to his, and took a look at his lips. They were neat and small. I planted a peck on them. "There," I said. "I've kissed you."

"I told you. I do know how to kiss." I said, moving his free hand to my thigh. "Now, will you sleep with me?" The feeling of his rough palm on my bare skin made me aquiver. I do not know where it was coming from but heat enveloped me.

"You call that a kiss? Awful." He said, pointedly.

I was disappointed, cause now I felt embarrassed that my boasting of being a good kisser had amounted to nothing. Even younger girls could do better than what I just did.

But I tried again. I placed his hand on my thigh but I didn't expect that his gentle touch will make me gasp for air. He took the cue and began to draw circles with his fingers on the exposed flesh. 

"Just fuck me," I said again.

This man moved his fingers up my thigh, going higher with every slow move, leaving burning sensations where his fingers have been. I was thinking he would grip my butt when he arrived at that point in my body but he skipped it and latched his palm on my back. The act made me frown. "You don't want me? Am I not desirable enough?"

"You're such a novice." I heard him say, his deep voice a little above a whisper, just before he locked lips with me. I could not even process what he said for my senses were muzzled. He sucked my lips and tongue like it was the sweetest flavor he'd ever tasted. My eyes were wide open, in excitement and surprise. My legs quaked, and I could swear I felt something wet on my panties. 

Did I just pee myself? 

I stood, motionless for the first few seconds. So much for being good at kissing. 

With his hand spanned across my back, holding me tightly, I arched my neck sideways, for him to have better access while my eyes closed themselves of their own accord. 

He kissed me thoroughly like he was passing a message.

When he let go, I taste grapes on my lips. I ran my tongue all over my lips. I looked at him, wanting more. I must look like a desperate whore looking to fill up her cunt but I do not care. I could not, not right away. 

"Now, that is a kiss." He said, moving his head a little backward, reducing the reach of his warm breaths on my face.

My hands moved towards his face once more. He grabs them midway, stopping their movement. Now, I was piqued. I wanted to see who laid underneath that cover. I wanted to know what color his eye was and look straight into them as he fill me up. But he keeps stopping me.

"As for sleeping with you, you should decide that only when you're in your right mind. Don't hide under the guise of being drunk. Do it with a clear head."

I was quiet. Stunned. It was obvious. He was turning me down.

"So, you are turning me down?" I asked, my voice shaky. I thought this was it.

"Go home." He said, like a command. Then smoothly, like a glider, he disentangled from me and disappeared into the crowd.  

My heart sank. Why would he kiss me like that and then run away?

I suck in my breath and steady myself. I look around for Sophia. She is no where in sight.

So I manage to get my head to work, shaking it several times to get the blur out of my eyes. I walked around slowly, trying to not fall off the heels I was wearing. Finally, I made my way into the restroom section, after walking past several people going at it right where they stood. It was like I was in the middle of an orgy.

The restrooms were no different. I had to bump into people giving and receiving penile thrusts in three different restrooms before I found an empty one.

I got down to do my business, sighing in relief at being able to ease my bladder. The hat man's image came to me once more. His jaw. The movement of his lips. 

I was done soon and I stood up, trying to fit myself into my panties when I saw the sticky white fluid that stained them. I didn't even know when it came out.

Shit! 

He did me dirty. How could leave me hanging after such an intense kiss?

Fury flooded my veins. I heaved a heavy sigh and looked around, for the roll of toilet paper.

It was then I saw it. The hole was the size of a bottle cover. The red eye peered at me through it.  

I lost my shit and screamed out a yell.

Before I could say jack, it was gone.