Sex In The Driveway

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I felt a little out of place in the crowd. I stood there awkwardly watching the performance with arms crossed to my chest and nodded my head to the music. I wasn't much of a dancer nor was I the openly expressive type of guy. I was more of an observer than an active participant in such activities. If I liked a song I would either hum or sing along to the lyrics are enjoy it in silence. 

Lisa, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. She grabbed my hands and yelled in my ear, "Dance with me!"

"I don't dance," I yelled back.

"You don't have to be a good dancer. Just let loose!"

I scrunched my face and shook my head.

"Come on! Please!" she whined shaking my hands and pouted.

"It's okay! I'll watch you!"

"You sure?!"

"Yeah!"

Lisa still held my hands, pouting so much it was almost adorable - almost. She eventually, with some reluctance, let go of my hands and went on to enjoy herself beside me.

Halfway through the concert, "Nights Like These" was playing and everyone went wild. It amazed me how people were chanting and screaming the lyrics word for word at the top of their lungs.

Lisa stood in front of me and took my hands into hers again. I thought she was going to attempt to ask me to dance with her again, but instead, she just danced while playing around with my hands as she sang along to the song with a big smile on her face.

I'll be honest, I didn't really enjoy being at the concert even though the music was decent for my taste. I've never been big on going to concerts since I don't enjoy being in places crowded with people and polluted with noise (I know it's ironic coming from a bartender who works in those kinds of environments). But for some reason, seeing her in her environment, seeing her happy and the way she was singing to me... felt refreshing and it made me forget how out of place I felt in the crowd. As if it was just the two of us.

So instead of standing there like a statue, I moved her hands to my neck and placed mine on her waist. We slow danced to the song like two teenagers at their high school prom.

When the concert ended, I drove Lisa back to her residence block. We talked about the concert for a bit along the way until we fell into a comfortable silence. Our trip ended when I parked my car in front of her building.

"We're here," I said, switching off the engine.

"I hope the concert made up for the kiss," she looked at me.

"Well, for what it's worth, the experience was bearable, to say the least," I shrugged.

We fell silent. Lisa didn't seem like she was in any rush to leave. I wasn't in a rush to drive off and go home. It didn't seem right to end the night like this.

My eyes lingered on her dark eyes until they started to wander down her pink glossy lips. The same lips that touched mine not too long ago. I'll be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. I could still feel the softness and taste the sweet taste of her lips on mine. Just thinking about it made my stomach flutter and made me instinctively like my lips.

It confused me, how I was thinking about it and feeling all these bizarre feelings when I've kissed plenty of women ever since I was sixteen. My first kiss wasn't as special or "magical" as hopeless romantics make it out to be the same way as losing my virginity.

But one thing I knew for sure at that moment was that I wanted to kiss her so badly. Even if it meant breaking one of my rules.

I didn't know who leaned in first. I didn't know whose lips touched whose first. All I know was that Lisa and I were kissing. It started as innocent but soon turned into something lustful and erotic. Lisa managed to find her way to my lap and straddled me. My arms circled her waist and put her closer to me. I felt shivers go down my spine when I felt her black acrylic nails brushing against my scalp. My lips left hers and found her neck. She tilted her head back to allow me to have more access to kiss, nip and lick her neck. She ground her hips against my crotch, causing me to groan involuntarily.

I took off her jacket, her butterfly net top and her t-shirt. She was left in her black lacey bra. I pulled down her bra and ran my tongue down on her exposed breast. She let out a moan and pulled my hair a little as she continued grinding on me.

Right when things started to become heated, we were startled by a knock on my window. A security guard was standing there with a flashlight in his hand and had an unimpressed look on his feet.

I never felt so embarrassed until that moment. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole right there and then.

"If you horny fucks want to do it so bad, do it inside."

He walked away while grumbling something along the line of "kids these days".

Lisa turned to me with a sheepish smile. "I guess I gotta go. But I'll see you around."

"Sure," I answered still a bit shocked and dazed.

She smiled and gave me a small but long peck on my lips before getting off my lap and grabbing her clothes. When she got dressed, she got out of my car, but not before giving me a long but brief look.

I watched her walk towards her building and disappeared inside.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and combed my hands through my hair.

What the hell did I get myself into?