A Player is Born

                      A Player is Born:

It was all innocent enough, he was an old, although some what notorious, acquaintance of my group of friends, who had found their way back after years of hiding away under a rock working on school. I had heard the name, I think we even worked at the same mall for a time, years ago? I was working on the admin side of a new campaign that some of my buddies where putting together. He was brought in for some advisory help. We worked mostly through the website message boards for brain storming and the like. He liked some of my ideas, his banter was witty. This went back and forth for a bit till there was a BBQ to be held  at the Bhouse, and I invited him to come out and be part of society again, he obliged, it was nice. He was shorter than I expected with a face that was deceptively younger than what you would think, until you got a little closer and you could see the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. His eyes were a crazy hazel color they change shifted so quickly with his mood, and most importantly they dilated when they saw me. We laughed over beers and got to know each other a bit. We agreed to coffee next week which lead to hanging out at his place for a movie a few days later. A movie became a make out session that soon turned into all the sticky fingered activities your demented little minds can come up with, and maybe then some. He was my first after the half decade long relationship I had just left not that long ago. Being with him was surprising it's like I had forgotten what passion was like, the hunger and excitement you feel when you are with someone new. There were new touches and positions and most of all there was this energy! This would be the first time that I had ever felt something like that, I was still fairly naive to to the different kinds of love making at the time or play or non ordinary sex if you will. My world was still fairly vanilla with only the slightest hints of red, black and blue sprinkled on top. I had talked a good a game, but then again I could always weave a beautifully colorful tale from my more than flesh filled mind, but my physical world was still very much black and white with a mere 15 shades a gray. I had only just begun to understand my own personal power and energy and how to use it with just my own mean of focus, but to feel someone else use it on me during sex? Fuck me, no really please do that again.

After two or three rounds of this sort of thing talking was a must. I at this point and time I had not done much in the way of casual encounters, with out them usually becoming something more serous and usually very quickly at that. It was either poof they moved there TV into my house and I guess er were dating, of the real poof of smoke and mirrors and I never saw them again. I knew I wasn't really ready for something permanent. After six years of a gilded cage, I wasn't quite ready to be cooped up again, no matter how nice it felt to feel passion again. The oh so very tiny bit of a good little christian girl that still poked the almighty guilt stick into my chest was rearing her pain in the ass little head. So we talk and we agree that there is no use in being "together" in any sort of a committed fashion, he had to dedicate his time to school and focus on the final goal, I was fragile and still trying to figure out who I was after being newly single and getting back to just being me. So it was agreed we were to be friends who enjoy in the sweet decadence of carnal flesh from time to time, with the one rule... If either one was to start seeing someone else that that person would tell the other out of respect, common courtesy and well fucking safety to be honest. Simple right, there should be no problem with maintaining this, is just one simple rule and the back bone of it being, just be fucking honest... Or so I thought.

So time flew by and day visits turned into nights with warm bubble baths drawn, dinner to eat, wine to drink fallowed by coffee and a kiss before getting a pat on the bum on my way out to work. A few days a week we would play out our little scenes, it was our ritual, it was fun and it wasn't even always about sex? Some days we would just geek out on movies or tech and laugh, sharing our history and our thoughts on the future. It was becoming comfortable... Almost too comfortable. I'd never been use to being treated almost like a princess.

There was a fire set and he began to fan it with curious ideas of things that were always just mysterious idea to me and even a little scary I could hear the screams of the little christian girl again running for her life as smile crept across my lips and face was flushed with blood. Temptations from my past started to come back and haunt my present while possibly sneaking into reality and no longer just being some fictional fantasy fueled by strangers. They were strong suggestions being placed before me by my now lover. .