My Second Kiss

Two days after my horrible first kiss, our host threw a bit of a party in mine and my friends honour as we were leaving the next evening. Our friend Edan finally was able to join our party which unfortunately, Brett was still attending. Having never met Edan in person before as we had all come from the same internet chat room, he was certainly right in that he was not easy on the eyes, however he seemed to grow on me throughout the evening - but that could also have been the alcohol. There was no doubt that he was bursting at the seems with charisma and I could barely keep myself from laughing at everything he said. He had a bit of a reputation for being quite the sleaze so I was very suprised at how gentleman-like he was being.
That evening everyone seemed to be tempting Edan with me. Our gay host shoved a VB can between my breasts and started to drink from it and laugh. I can tell you right now, having a gay man drink from between your tits can be a very confusing message that can only be answered with much girly giggles on my behalf, mostly to disguise my confusion. I amused myself by being rather affectionate to all the boys (minus Brett) and I discovered my first seductive or flirtatious move - running my fingers through a man's hair. After doing it to Edan, I ran my fingers down his spine and back up into his hair again. His eyes glazed over and he'd squirm with a dopey grin on his face. I was amused and positively enthralled by this new sense of power I had found. I even tried it on our host who proclaimed that he could be a closet heterosexual!
After more and more cans and bottles of alcohol acumulated onto the coffee table, someone decided to put Moulin Rouge on. Moulin Rouge has a combining effect on drunk people - half of them burst into song, and half of them pass out. Our host was first to go to bed, followed by my friend and finally Brett. Edan and I stayed up to talk until sunrise as we didn't know when we would get the opportunity to talk in person again. At some point I had promised him a massage, so I brought out my chocolate oil I had packed (which I never thought I actually would have gotten to use on my holiday) and began to work on his back as I straddled him. We had a good serious conversation about Gemma, who I ordinarily wouldn't talk about to anyone for fear of it getting back to parents or classmates, but I figured I was safe with people in another state. Whenever I'd speak to him I'd lean down and talk next to his ear. I'm not sure if I really knew I was flirting with him, I just know it felt...Nice. He assessed what he thought I would like in a man and it was creepy how acurate he was. It was nice to hear him talk about spooning and cuddling like a security thing rather than a sexual thing. He was just making me smile more and more. I ran a finger down his back and licked its chocolatey goodness. I toyed with the thought in my head before I said anything out loud.
"This is kind of weird, but, can I lick the oil off your back? Just so I can taste it better." I added quickly. He of course obliged, what man wouldn't? My intent was sexual, though heavily disguised at the same time. I moved my tongue sensuously, but tried not to make a big deal out of it. I guess with this was out of fear of rejection, if I wasn't being forward I could backtrack and say it wasn't meant to be sexual and I was purely savouring the fine taste of Swedish chocolate oil.
Eventually we moved to the bed and talked a little more. We started to cuddle a bit and I felt very content and safe. As I lightly brushed my nails along his skin, our host drifted out of his room looking for "owwie pills" and joined us for a bit and began to stroke Edan as well, probably a bit lower than Edan would have liked. I tried not to drift off to sleep but it got the better of me. I have no idea how much sleep I had, but I began to have this dream about Edan. We were kissing in the middle of the city and no one else was around, no people, no cars, nothing... As I floated back into consciousness I realised that Edan and I were kissing! At the same time I have this vague recollection of us being so close our lips were just touching and we moved them incredibly slowly, as if trying to disguise that it wasn't going to be a kiss. It took at least 15 minutes for us to actually kiss our lips were moving that slowly. My heart was racing, I had never planned this! When the fully fledged kisses began to happen, his hand lay on my shoulder and would lightly squeeze it at just the right moment. To this day, it is still the most passionate kiss I have ever had. It was also a struggle to stay awake, regardless of how hard my heart was trying to beat out of my chest. We stopped whenever we heard my friend stir on the other side of me, and when our host staggered out at some stage. Edan looked at me then looked away.
"That so wasn't my fault." He said with a smile.
"It wasn't mine either." I laughed. We were in the midst of yet another long embrace when the theme for Con Air began to play very loudly out of nowhere.
"What the fuck is that!" My friend exclaimed as he woke up. It was Edan's alarm clock on his phone, back when polyphonics were a new thing you see.
"It's great, every morning you wake up and feel like the president!" Edan said with a chuckle.
I could feel this very odd moisture on my leg and I quietly asked Edan if he had a wet dream, but he said that he had already checked. To this day I still wonder if he splooged on my leg, I guess I'll never know.
We all went out for a day on the town and met up with yet another of our chatroom buddies and had a great time in the city. Throughout the day, Edan continued to suprise me. I had never met anyone as outrageously outgoing as him. I think this thought came across my mind as he sang and danced very loudly down Southbank to "New York". We were sitting in Crown Casino having lunch and as everyone was engaged in conversation, Edan looked at me with a smile, but hesitated.
"Um, no...I'll talk to you about it later." I smiled, because I already knew what it was about.
Eventually it was time to pack our bags for Sydney. We all travelled to the airport bus stop together so our friends could see us off, but we were very early and all sat down for a drink. Edan glanced at me and tried again.
"I have to ask, what the fuck happened this morning?" We both started to laugh.
"I don't know! I just sort of woke up and thought 'hmm hang on.'" We chuckled a little more and decided everything was okay between us and there wasn't any awkwardness.
My friend and I boarded our bus and said our goodbyes, even though I wanted to stay. Edan promised to come up to Sydney soon, and it was a promise he kept...


-Endrin-