AJRMAN
12:00AM
I tried so hard to be out of the restaurant by midnight. But I didn't make it. Instead I did something illegal. I smoked in the restaurant. I started to daydream of all the people clanging pots and pans together, screaming, singing, kissing, and here in Los Angeles, shooting their guns. I thought of Javier and I dancing the evening away and kissing at the stroke of midnight. That would of been nice. We've been out twice since our first date, and speak to each other everyday. It's weird, I thought I would never feel comfortable in a relationship. I thought I was frigid inside. But he's made it very easy, and I don't find myself pulling away. And the answer to your question, and you knew you were thinking it, is " No ". We haven't done anything more than kiss.
I jumped and yelled " Shit", holding my right hand to my heart. Someone was knocking on the front door. Without my glasses I had to squint to see who it was. It was Javier. I felt my mouth grin so big at the sight of him, and I almost wanted to giggle.
" Hey you. " I said, after I opened the door.
" Happy New Year!!" he leaned in and gave me a kiss. Even though the front of the restaurant has very large windows, and anybody driving by could see us, I still didn't care. I kissed him back without hesitation. I tasted beer. I tasted cigarettes. Damn, if that wasn't turning me on.
" Sorry I didn't call. I wanted to suprise you. " he took his jacket off and put a paper bag on the table. By the shape of it, it was wine or champagne. Either one I can't stand. I can't stand the taste of alcohol. I only drink beer to get drunk, otherwise I wouldn't drink. He opened the bag and took out a bottle of champagne.
" I bought this on the way here. I thought you'd need to relax." he started to work the cork, gently nudging it to pop.
" Oooh, I love champagne " I'm a liar. Javier popped the cork and as usual champagne flowed out the top. He drank it straight from the bottle and some of it was dribbling down his cheek.
" Happy New Year" he said again. He offered me some and I drank it. It was sweet, but I still had to force myself to swallow. I gave it back to him and he took another drink.
" So " he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. " This is where you work. I like it. I've been to the one in Sherman Oaks. This is very nice. Much nicer. " I looked at him, letting him know I knew he was lying. I'm always a bit embarrassed about people seeing where I work, but the pay is good, so I stay. It's not as classy as the other restaurants I've worked at. This one doesn't even have a bar.
" I'm almost done. I just have to do a report on the computer, and that is it."
" What's out there" he pointed to the darken room behind me.
" That's the patio. You want to see it?"
" Sure " he followed me to the patio door. I unlocked it and opened it. I gestured for him to go first. Our patio is very nice. We have a waterfall, and lot's of plants. It even has heaters suspended from the ceiling. It was dark here. The only sounds were of the water cascading down the statues that were in the waterfall and the music that was coming from the inside. I sit out here sometimes in the dark and smoke. It's very relaxing.
" I'll go turn on the light "
" No, don't. I like it like this. Go finish your stuff and I'll wait for you here" I still had the music playing. We play jazz music here at this restaurant. I know all the Frank Sinatra tunes by heart. The sad part is, I hate jazz.
I went to the office and did my final chores. I locked the door. I turned the kitchen lights off, and headed for the patio. I could see the silhouette of Javier in the darkness, and the red cherry that was on his cigarette. As I got closer I could see on the table the bottle of champagne. I plopped down on the seat across from him, giving an over dramatic sigh as I did it.
" I'm done" I pulled out a cigarette, and Javier quickly lit it. " Thanks"
" It's nice out here" Javier picked up the bottle and drank some more. He offered it to me again, and I accepted. It still tasted bad. We sat in darkness for an hour and talked and drank some more. I asked him what his New Years resolutions were, and I told him mine. By now I was getting a buzz. Javier had been drinking before he came, so he was pretty buzzed as well.
" Thanks for coming by tonight. This is turning out to be the best New Years Eve of my life."
" No problem, guy. I like to see you happy." he reached across the table and grabbed my hand and just held it. I could see his big grin and perfect smile even in, almost complete, darkness. It was nice.
" Mmm, come on. I like this song. " he pulled my hand up brought me to his side of the table, held me in his arms, and we danced. I have never slow danced with a guy before. I always thought it looked to weird. Something only straight people looked good doing. But this felt nice. I felt comfortable in his arms. Plus he was warm, and It was damn cold here on the patio. I should have turned on the heaters. The song that was playing was Frank Sinatra " It had to be you". Javier sang it to me. I rested my head on his chest. I could feel the vibrations from him singing through his chest. I was in Heaven. I felt very light headed. Kinda dizzy, but not the bad kind of dizzy. Maybe I was swooning. I've always wanted to swoon.
As we danced he kissed the top of my head. I looked up to him and he kissed me on the nose. I usually feel very silly at times like these. When I'm letting myself be the "Woman". But I didn't care. If I was sober, I probably wouldn't of been open to this. But being drunk, and in his arms, on his warm chest, all my walls seemed to crumble. I still looked up at him and in his eyes. He brought his head down and kissed me on the lips. We kissed deeply. I was still swooning. With my arms around him, I pulled his shirt out from his pants and put my hands underneath. He has a nice back. I could feel the muscles, plus he was so warm. I brought my hands to the front and unbuttoned his shirt. I kissed down his neck and onto his chest. I licked his nipples. He started to breathe a little harder. I went down to his stomach and kissed it. This whole time Javier kept his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. I liked that. I hate when guys keep their hands on your head, pushing it down to where they want it to go. It gets annoying after awhile.
I went up again to his chest and back to his face to kiss him. He held my head in his hands and pressed his face into mine. His intoxicating taste of champagne and cigarettes quickly got a rise out of me, if ya know what I mean, and you know what I mean. I took his shirt off and wrapped my arms around him. The cold made goose bumps pop out on his back. I went down again, following the same sexy path. This time I went down even farther. Kissing his stomach, while I unbuckled his belt. I pulled the pant zipper down. I looked up. Javier had his eyes closed. I could see his breath in the coldness, very shallow breathes.
You can assume what happened after this. Without me going into details. It was very hot, and nice. How far did we go? Well let's just say, tonight on this momentous Eve, I have found out.....that I am indeed a ..............Bottom. Who would of guessed? Okay people, put your hands down.