So Ant calls me. He told me was at the party.
Me: “Oh… well, I left already…"
Ant: “Where are you?”
Me: “I’m at a friend’s house. It’s actually not far from where you work.”
Ant: “You want me to come pick you up?”
Me: “You’ll do that? Well, I’ll go anywhere you go.”
I was still a bit tipsy. But only a little.
Ant: “Okay. I’ll call you back in 10 minutes.”
Sure enough, in 10 minutes he called back, and Sha gave him directions to her house. He was there in no time, and I was off, but not before hugging everyone goodbye.
Ant: “So where should we go now?”
Me: “It’s after 4 in the morning! I don’t know where we would be open now! I thought you would!”
So we started driving around, heading towards the East. We talked in the car, flirted a little. Innocent stuff, really. I’m talkative when I’m coming off of a high.
Anyway, nothing was open at that hour in the morning, and we ended up in Curepe buying doubles. Then we went to a grocery and bought water and something else. Then we got back into the car, and he started driving me home. The talking and flirting continued, but everything was still innocent until he reached over and touched my ear. I motioned his hand away.
Me: “No, don’t do that.”
Later on, he would ask me what the problem with him touching my ear was, and I told him that I liked it – that was the problem. That was how the talk started on how I liked getting kissed on my neck. I suppose that could be considered tame stuff, since we were talking about blow jobs and eating out pussies at some other point. He knew I had a boyfriend by the way – I had mentioned The Syrian to Ant quite often, and even spoke about our sex-life a little in the car that night. So he knew.
Still, when I was about to get out of the car, when Ant had arrived at my house, he stopped me.
Ant: “So no hug or anything?”
It was not unusual for guys to ask for perfectly innocent hugs (at least as far as I see) and cheek kisses on the way out of their cars – Josey had been trying to get me accustomed to it before he went to America to maintain his green-card status, and we are nothing more than friends.
So I shrugged and said:
“Oh. I’m still getting used to doing that.”
I think I was going to lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek, but when I did, he wrapped his arms around me and it turned into a hug. And he kept his arms around me…
Me: “Umm… Yeah… Ant? You gonna let go now?”
A pause, and then he let go. And as he did so, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the neck. I was slightly startled, because I was not really expecting it. But what came out of my mouth suggested that maybe I was expecting it.
Me: “At least you didn’t use any tongue.”
That was when he pulled me in again. I felt his tongue on my neck. I sighed, and turned my face into his. And then we were kissing. Ant is a really, really good kisser, surpassed only slightly by the amazing Chan. We kissed long, we kissed deep, and we only stopped so I could nibble at his throat and lick the sweat off of his neck – I really do like the taste of salt. It was a forceful kiss, too. Twice I tried to break away from him, but he was holding on to me so strongly, kissing me with such… penetration… that is the best word I could think of, that I could only melt right back into the kiss. I loved it.
But eventually, with much effort, I broke it off.
Me: “No, I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this…”
I started collecting my things, and then without looking at him, I said:
“I’ll call you sometime.”
And I got out of the car without another word from either him or me.
When I got home, I just crawled into my brother’s bed (because mine was in a mess), with all of my makeup on, my clothes, even my contacts, and went to sleep immediately. It was 5:45 am.