'Dear Diary,', you write remembering just how terrible your date was last night. 'I'm so tired of dating. Guys are all so fake. All they want is pussy'. You sigh deeply. 'I'm tired of wanna-be's, up-tights and dudes that take themselves way too seriously'. Your text alarms. It's the wanna-be from last night. 'Shorty last night was DOPE! HMU so we can chill'. The smirk emoji soon follows. You wanna vomit. "Never in a million years", you think out loud as you delete that text and his number from your phone. You haven't had a decent date in months. You are ready to give up on men and propose a long term commitment to your vibrator. It's been damn near a year since the last time you had sex and things aren't looking very promising. You glance out the kitchen window as you sip your morning coffee. You watch a couple walk down the street hand in hand and smile. You long for that...love. Plain and simple. No games, fanciness or bullshit. You pick up your diary and continue. "Diary, is what I want really that difficult? All I want is love. Love with a sweet guy that loves me for me". You close your diary and continue to people watch as you sip your coffee.
After work, you stop by the local farmer's market to get some fresh fruits and veggies for the week. You wander around and stumble upon some honeydew melons. They are your favorite melon. You didn't realize they were in season so you are a little more excited than you probably should be. I mean the sight of fresh honeydew shouldn't make you this damn happy. You pick up a melon and squeeze it. "Too soft", you murmur to yourself. You pick up another and sniff, "Ew!". You hear a chuckle next to you. You ignore it and continue to look for that perfect melon but can't help but feel someone's eyes on you. You glance to your right. You see a guy smiling at you...he's kinda short but he's cute. You quickly look around assuming he's looking at someone else but then, he speaks to you. "You know, I've always wondered how you find a good one". You place the melon down and smile shyly. "Oh...uh", you start. He steps closer. "I mean its a melon. You can't see inside right?". You chuckle awkwardly. He's cute - curly black hair, perfect smile with accentuating dimples. He looks Puerto Rican...maybe. "Yeah but you can tell by other characteristics - like how it feels and how it smells". "Really?", he asks raising his brow and moving closer to you. "You know, I never would have thought of that". He's standing right next to you and smiling. You become very aware of the fact that you just came from work and probably look a hot mess. You quickly run your hand through your hair praying it looks decent. There isn't much you can do about your outfit though. You changed your scrub top for an old tee shirt quickly after work since you had to make a stop. He continues to smile at you. His dimples are making your knees buckle. "Fruit is fascinating", he admits looking directly into your eyes. You smile back and laugh, "Yeah, I guess it is". You continue looking for that perfect melon and making small talk with the sexy, curly haired, dude next to you. You find one and reluctantly make your way to the cashier. "Well, it was nice talking fresh fruit with you". He laughs, "Yeah, definitely the most interesting conversation I've had today". You pay for your groceries and begin to walk away. "Enjoy your evening", you wave. He yells back, "You too". You grin all the way home. After you shower, you pull out your diary and write about your experience while you nibble on your melon. 'Now why can't guys like him ask me out?', you wonder as you write.
It's a beautiful Saturday morning. You're off, so you decide to head out for a walk before starting some errands. You stop for a coffee at one of your favorite outdoor cafés. As you sit, soaking in the warm rays of the sun, a voice whispers behind you, "No melon today, huh?". You open your eyes and turn around. It's the cutie from the market. He leans close over your shoulder so that you are both cheek to cheek. He smiles at you giving a flirty wink. Turning to face him, you take a second to study him. Flawless butter pecan skin with a hint of morning stubble. His brown eyes reflect the sunlight and you try your best not to get lost in them. You cave and break the tension. "Hey", you say smiling. He stands and smiles back, "Hey back at'cha!". You notice him quickly glance at the empty seat across from you. 'Oh my God he wants to sit with me', you squeal inside like a 12 year old middle school girl. "Please have a seat...if you'd like", you gesture. "Thanks!", he accepts sitting but never taking his eyes off of you. You can feel yourself beginning to blush. "Funny seeing you here", you state trying to find your chill. "Yeah. I was on my way back from my boy's place when I saw this beauty sitting over here drinking her coffee". That did it, your cheeks are stinging you're blushing so hard. He continues, "Then, I thought to myself, I don't even know her name". You smirk realizing the same. Placing your coffee down, you extend your right hand and say, "My name is Nikki. Pleasure to meet you". He slowly brings your hand to his lips and kisses it. A chill runs through your body as he glances up at you and says, "The pleasure is all mine Nikki". You are pretty sure your mouth is open so you make a conscience effort to close it. Slowly removing your hand you clear your throat and ask, "And you are?". He smirks. "I'm Peter but nobody calls me that. Everybody calls me Bruno". You raise your eyebrow. He doesn't look like either. "Bruno?", you ask. Chuckling, "Yeah, I was a chubby kid. Long story". You laugh, "Ok. I'll take your word for it". He smirks up at you reveling those perfect dimples. "I can't imagine your fine ass ever being chubby", you let slip. You freeze. 'Oh FUCK. Did I just say that out loud?!', you cringe. He looks a little surprised at first then smiles wide. 'Damn it', you mentally kick yourself. You close your eyes tight and hope he just let's that slide. "Ha, ha, ha! Well thank you". Your self control has a tight hold on your lips. You smile and don't say a word.
Silence falls between you. Bruno smiles at you and your face flushes. He notices and says, "You're blushing". Your body temperature increases five degrees immediately. You have no idea what to say so you stay silent and sip your coffee. Silence persists, as does his preoccupation with staring at you. You make an attempt at conversation. "So, Bruno, tell me about yourself. What do you do? What do you like?...other than honeydew melons". His eyes light up, "I'm a musician. I write songs. I sing and produce. You know, shit like that". You nod and smile, "Sounds like fun! I love music!". "Me too! Music is my life man! It's always been all round me". "How so?". Bruno explains how he comes from a musical family. He goes on and on about fond memories from his childhood. While he reminisces, you are able to calm yourself. You begin to notice his personality, charm and raw passion for what he does. "So how about you? You sing Nikki?". "HA! Nah!! You don't wanna hear me sing. TRUST ME! I'm a fan of music but I have no musical ability. I'm a nurse". "Oh nice! Couldn't do that. Admire those that do though". "I love my job. It's trying at times but I wouldn't trade it for the world". He smiles at you with sincerity. A moment of silence passes then, "So, we got this gig tomorrow at a pub nearby. You should stop by after work. We go on at 9:30". "Sure! Sounds like fun. I just may stop by". You glance at your watch and realize you've been sitting here for quite a while and you haven't started any of your errands. "Well Bruno, it was very nice chatting with you but I have to get going". He stands as you do. "Oh, ok". He walks you out to the front of the café. Bruno looks nervous as he shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down. You feel like he wants to say something to you but doesn't know how or what. You save him by tapping his arm and saying, "This was fun! Maybe we could do it again sometime?". His expression and body language relaxes. "Yeah, I'd really like that". You turn to leave and he yells, "See you tomorrow...right?". You hear the hope in his tone. Smiling you nod. He grins wide as he walks down the street.
Your shift flies by and you're glad because you can't wait to see Bruno tonight. You run home and shower. Standing in front of your closet, you try to plan the perfect outfit. You think to yourself, 'I wanna look cute but not like I'm obviously trying to look good for him". After a few minutes you realize you're not making any sense. You throw on your jeans, a cute top and some flat strappy sandals. You put a little curl in your hair, apply some lip glass and head out the door. You arrive a few minutes before they go on. Bruno sees you and gives you a big smile and a wave. He can't get free at the moment but you can tell he's glad you came. You both continue exchanging glances as you find your way to an empty table. Looking around you see the place is beginning to fill up. 'They must be pretty good', you think to yourself. At the same time, you feel someone staring at you. You turn around to find a VERY handsome guy smiling at you. "Hi beautiful", he starts. He's sexy as hell. Mocha brown complexion, deep dimples and a panty melting smile that's making you wet. "Hi", you reply with a shy smile forgetting all about Bruno for the moment. "Please forgive my staring but I couldn't help myself". He reaches for your hand and caresses it. You look away blushing. You turn back to find Bruno standing next to your brown, handsome hottie. "Oh Phil, I see you met Nikki". Your hottie's face changes instantly and he let's go of your hand. Looking apologetically at Bruno he says, "Ohhh!! This is Nikki". Bruno smirks slightly annoyed. "Nice to meet you. Bruno said you might stop through tonight. Glad you could make it". You smile. Evidently, Bruno's been talking about you. "Nice to meet you too...Phil is it?". Bruno pipes up and makes a proper introduction. "Nikki this is my boy, my ace, my big brother Philip but everybody call him Phil". Philip yells out, "Philsmeeze in da hoooouuuuusssssse" and they both burst out into laughter. It's in that moment, you can tell they are very close. Someone calls out to Bruno and he leans close to you and whispers, "Aight, gotta work. Hope you enjoy the show". They both sprint to the stage happily.
They take the stage and start the introductions. You clap enthusiastically for your...your...well for Bruno. They do a few covers and you are impressed. Bruno has an amazing voice and Philip does as well. Dude on the drums is killing it too. You order a drink and some nachos just as they take a break. Bruno, Philip and the drummer (who looks a little like Bruno) pull chairs up to the table as the waitress heads over to take their orders. Bruno grabs a nacho and winks at you. "Don't mind if I do", he laughs. You playfully smack his hand. Philip also grabs one. You smack his hand too. The drummer looks like he's starving but clearly he is the most polite of the trio and keeps his hands to himself. You offer, "Want some?". "Sure", he accepts taking one. The waitress takes their orders and heads back to the bar. "Oh, Nikki this my big brother Eric. The baddest drummer in the land". He smiles and extends his hand, "Hey, nice to meet you. Glad to finally meet this Nikki that my brother won't stop talking about". He smirks and Bruno's face turns beet red. Philip laughs, "Ah ha!! He HAS been talking about you a lot". Now your cheeks are stinging from embarrassment. "Really y'all?! Just gonna put my shit out there like that?". Philip and Eric look at each other and nod. "Yeah", they respond in unison then burst into laughter. You giggle at the antics of the 3 Stooges sitting in front of you. Bruno looks at you and smiles uneasily. He tries to explain as the waitress arrives with their food and drinks. "Well, I guess I have mentioned you a few times". You smile shyly and look away. He tries to change the subject. "Here, I owe you a nacho", Bruno says placing a loaded nacho to your lips. You bite it and it breaks spilling its contents everywhere. "Sorry", you laugh with sour cream all over your lips. Bruno grabs a napkin and begins to wipe your mouth. "It's cool", he whispers as he stares into your eyes. You look down for fear he sees just how turned on you are right now. Philip looks down at his watch and gestures to the stage. "Let's get back at it guys". Bruno smiles at you and takes a big sip of his drink, "You're staying right?". You nod, "Of course! I'm a fan". He smiles and hustles to the stage.
Their second set is just as amazing as their first. No covers, all original songs written by Bruno and Philip. The first song is very catchy. You think it's called "On Top of the World". You can't help but get up and dance with everyone else. Bruno is giving it his all and you love it! He looks over at you frequently and smiles. After a few fast tempo dance songs, things get a little more sensual. You are feeling the beat of this song and begin to wind your body in response. Bruno's eyes are on your body as he sings, "Press your body, on my body". At this moment, you want to do just that. His eyes finally find their way back up to yours. Winking he continues, "Girl you're the only thing that I see. So don't you take your body from me". You blush and look away. You want him BAD. Your panties are stuck to your lips and your love is leaking. You return to the table and sip your drink to try to cool the flames stirring below. It's not working. The music ends and the small crowd explodes into cheers. The guys make their way through the small crowd of pub goers wanting pictures and dap. Finally, they make it back to the table. You're expecting them to be exhausted after all that raw energy on stage but they aren't. You stand and clap, "You guys are AWESOME!! Seriously, I had no idea what to expect but WOW you guys are so very talented". They all look down humbly and say thanks. Sitting back down you inquire, "Are you guys signed to a label? If not, you should be". Bruno pipes up, "Yeah Atlantic Records just picked us up. We wrote a couple songs for a few of their artists but I'm hoping to get in the studio myself and record an album". "You should", you encourage. "You sound amazing Bruno", you compliment as you lightly stroke his right arm. Philip clears his throat. You look over and laugh, "My bad guys. You ALL sound amazing".
It's getting late and the pub is closing. You've been hanging with the guys all night and you have throughly enjoyed yourself. The guys help the staff place the chairs on the tables and pick up trash. You decide to help out too. Before long, you are all heading out the door as the owner locks up for the night. Standing in front of the pub, Eric says his good nights and heads home. Philip stands around with you and Bruno making small talk. Bruno keeps looking over at Philip as if he's trying to get him to leave. Bruno clears his throat loudly and Philip finally gets the hint. "Uh, you know, I should head home. Got somethings to do". He gives you a friendly hug and you catch a whiff of his intoxicating scent. Your love drips a little more. "Good night Philip", you manage trying to maintain your composure. He gives Bruno some dap then heads down the sidewalk. It's just you and Bruno. You give him a coy smile, "Bruno I had a great time tonight. Thanks so much for inviting me". "Yeah tonight was a lota fun. Crowd was pretty hype and so were you". He nudges your arm a bit. "I saw you dancing". "It was hard not to. You guys were jamming". He looks down and smirks, "Thanks". You notice he's stepped closer to you. "I should get going Bruno. It's late. Thanks again...", you start to walk away but he stops you. "Well, let me walk you home. It's late. I wanna make sure you get back alright". You beam from the inside out. You can't remember the last time a guy has walked you home. "Ok", you concede without a fight. You begin walking home with Bruno close at your side.Your pace is slow as is his. You really don't want this night to end so you take the long way home. It's been too perfect. Bruno strolls next to you quietly with his hands in his pocket. He occasionally glances over at you and it makes your heart skip a beat. You feel like a 9th grader walking home with the captain of the football team. "So...you liked the set?", he asks already knowing the answer. You nod and smile, "Of course! You guys rocked it". His dimples emerge when he smiles, "Thanks". You come to the steps of your apartment building and stop. He realizes and asks, "So, this is you?". "Yeah", you admit sadly. You want to invite him up to your place but you don't want to be THAT chick. He waits patiently for your next move. Stepping closer, you bump into him playfully. "Thanks for inviting me. Haven't had that much fun in a LONG time". "Me either", he admits. "Thanks for coming". He steps closer to you and strokes your arms. He's standing right in front of you and his cologne is blowing your mind. Those beautiful brown eyes are staring right at you as he leans in close and whispers, "Good night Nikki", in your left ear. Just as you respond with, "Good night Bruno", he kisses your forehead. He steps back as if he's waiting for your reaction. His soft, warm lips on your skin causes a slight tremor to move like a wave over your body. You hope he doesn't notice. That was the sweetest, most sincere kiss you've had in months - to be very honest possibly ever. You can't help but blush. He notices and smiles. Backing up he winks, turns around and walks back down the street. Your feet are melted in place from that kiss. You force them to move up the steps and in to your apartment. You reach for your diary and start, "Dear Diary, He's a keeper...".
Your shift moves pretty slow but the memories from last night help. You close your eyes and feel Bruno's lips on your forehead and his firm but gentle hands caressing your arms. You wish the two of you had exchanged numbers. You really want to see him again SOON. Your shift finally ends and you make your way home. It's so yucky outside. It's very gloomy and rainy as you walk down the street. To your surprise, waiting on the steps of your apartment building is Bruno. He's soaked from head to toe. Your heart flutters and you quicken your pace. Holding your umbrella over him you scold, "Why the hell are you sitting out here in the rain?!". He's trembling from being wet for God knows how long. He looks up at you and water drips from his eyelashes. Fat rain drops fall from his lower lip as he stutters from the cold rain, "I wwwanted to see you bbbbut I didn't have your nnnnumber". Your heart melts as rain cascades from his trembling chin. He smiles with his eyes and you help him up. "Come on upstairs and dry off".
You walk into your place and head straight to the linen closet for towels. "Please make yourself at home", you say to Bruno as you walk into the hallway. You return with towels and see him admiring the pictures on your fireplace. "Here you go", you whisper walking up to him giving him a towel. He starts to dry his hair. It's curled tightly from the rain. "Damn he looks sexy with wet hair," you think to yourself. Then again, you haven't had sex in a year so it could just be your vagina talking. He begins drying his body and looks over at you and smiles. You realize you are staring and turn and walk away. You head to the kitchen. "Can I offer you something to eat or drink?", you ask. "Uh, sure", he replies. You open the fridge. "Ok. I have water and pepsi". "Ok", he says indicating he's waiting for other options. You open the pantry, "I also have tea, coffee, merlot, malbec, vodka, tequila and rum". "Rum?", he asks - interest peaked. "Yup. Appleton Jamaican rum. It's delicious". He's made his way over to you. "Oh I know", he smiles. "Ok, rum it is then", you smile back at him. You start to mix up some rum and pepsi but notice his shirt is still dripping wet. "I can toss that in the drier if you want", you whisper handing him a glass. He takes a sip and looks down at his shirt. "I guess air drying ain't working out so well, huh? You sip and shake your head. He steps back and takes off his shirt. You're a little shocked by his boldness. Your eyes can't help but go straight to his chest. He's not ripped but you can see faint definition. It's enough to make your love warm. He walks over to the sink and rings out his shirt. You watch his biceps and triceps flex as he rings out the shirt. You take another sip to cool that fire burning between your thighs. He walks over and hands you his shirt, "Thanks. I really appreciate all of this". You snap back to reality, "Oh, no problem. Let me get you a shirt to wear". He chuckles, "Ok. I'd like something in pink to match my eyes and hug my curves". You hit him playfully, "I have larger shirts. I sleep in oversized tees". Bruno raises his brow, "Oh really...". You tap him playfully again and head to your room. You are searching through your tee shirt drawer when you notice Bruno at your bedroom door. He's leaning against the doorframe but is careful not to come in. You giggle, "Bruno, you can come in. It's ok". He looks unsure. You glance at your bed, "Make yourself comfortable. I don't mind". He sits on the edge of your bed as you hold up tee shirts. "Uh, no...nope...no way...too small", you comment going through quite a few shirts. Bruno sits patiently waiting. Finally, you find one. "Got it", you state holding it up. He reads the front, "Tell someone". He looks confused. "Tell someone what?". You laugh. "It's an advertisement for the gardasil vaccine. "O............kay", he shrugs as he puts in on. It fits perfectly. You think for a moment. "Hold on", you request darting off in search of a sharpie. He watches you running around, "Ok". You find one and begin to write on the back of the shirt. Bruno looks over his shoulder in an attempt to see what you're writing. "There", you say proudly positioning him in the mirror so he can see. He smiles as he gets it. Pointing to the front of the shirt he reads, "Tell someone". He quickly turns around and reads the back, "about Bruno Mars". "I love it!", he laughs hugging you. The laughter quickly dies as you both gaze into each others eyes realizing how close you are for the first time. Bruno smiles and slowly releases you. Attempting to change the subject he jokes, "Yeah, I'ma need about 100 of these shirts to give out". "I'll get right on that", you joke back.
You head back out to the kitchen because you need a drink. Bruno follows so closely behind you can smell his signature scent. 'God he smells like heaven', you think to yourself squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. He grabs his glass, leans against the counter and sips, watching your every move. His eyes scanning your body is making you wetter than a swimmers speedo but you manage to hold it together. You grab his wet shirt and throw it in the dryer. Walking past him you casually inquire, "How about a movie?". Bruno sits up and follows you into the living room, "Sure!". You sit on the couch and Bruno plops down right next to you. Those dimples flash you as he smiles and asks, "So, what we watching?". He looks sexy as hell and you're sex deprived - bad combination. You can barely catch your breath you are so turned on right now. You look away and begin to search for the remote. After a moment, you can breathe again and reply, "Let's see what's on". You hit the guide and scan. Neither of you find anything interesting until you read "The Last Dragon". Looking at each other you both agree in unison, "YES!!!". The credits are just starting and you both are hyped! You pop up, "I'll make some popcorn". "Cool! I'll make some rum punch", Bruno says in his best Jamaican accent. You both get to it. You are a little nervous about the rum punch. You don't wanna lower your inhibitions around Bruno and do something stupid. You really like him...but you don't wanna insult him either so, you just go with it.
You are both back in time to see the first scene. The movie is just as funny as you remember. Bruno makes it even more entertaining as he spouts all the famous lines along with you as the movie goes on. You are thoroughly enjoying yourself and the rum punch is definitely keeping the party going. After a little while, you are both pretty drunk. Bruno is laying across the couch and you find yourself laying on him. You lose track of yourself for a while just listening to his heart beat and inhaling the scent of his cologne. You have no idea how long you've been focused on him when you hear him whisper, "Hey, you sleep?". Snapping out of that Mars Sars trance you reply, "Nah, just enjoying the movie". He doesn't respond but rests his arm on your waist. Smiling you snuggle closer to him and he holds you in a tight embrace. 'Yes!!!', you wanna scream. This is what you've been missing. The combination of alcohol and snuggling sends you straight to dreamland.
You wake up hours later and notice it's dark. Bruno is sleeping with his arms still wrapped around you. The TV is still on. You attempt to reach the remote to turn it off without disturbing him but fail miserably. Bruno rubs his eyes, "Ah man! Did I fall asleep?! I'm sorry". He's looking down at you but doesn't move. The moonlight shining in through the window dances against the hazel flecks in his eyes. He smiles at you as he pulls you closer to him. You're breathing fast and pray that your body isn't trembling. It's been sooooooo long since you've been held by a man. He stokes your hair and whispers, "You look so pretty in this moonlight". You smile, "So do you...I mean...you look good too. No wait!", you close your eyes tight and look down as you cover your eyes with your hand. 'Way to go stupid', you reprimand yourself. You want to crawl inside yourself and die. Why can't you just be yourself around this guy? You are always putting your foot in your mouth. You hear Bruno chuckle. He removes your hand from your eyes and pulls you even closer. You are inches away from his face. You focus on his lower lip. It's perfect. Like literally perfect. Large enough to suck but not too big to get in the way during a kiss. You want to taste it. You imagine that it tastes sweet like sugar, no...a jolly rancher...the watermelon one. Your fantasy is cut short when he strokes your face and whispers, "I want to kiss you. I mean I REALLY wanna kiss you but I won't if you don't want me to". You swallow hard and lean in slightly as you think to yourself, 'Aight Nicole DON'T fuck this up!'. You decide to let your body language speak for you since 'clown' appears to be your first language lately. Centimeters from his lips you gaze into his eyes and lightly stroke his cheek with your index finger. He leans in and places his lips gently on yours. A tingle sprints down your spine. The kiss is innocent and very sweet. You open your eyes and Bruno is smiling. He whispers, "Let's try that again". He caresses the back of your head and kisses you firmly. You let yourself relax in his arms as his tongue slides into your mouth. Caressing the back of his head you can feel him bringing you closer against his body. In no time his manhood rises to the occasion. He steals one more quick kiss before releasing you. You open your eyes as he sits up and "adjusts" himself. You can tell he's embarrassed. "Sorry about that", he whispers. Before you can assure him that everything is ok, he states, "I should probably go". 'NOOOOOO!!!', your body is screaming. This is the only intimacy you've had in a year. You don't want him to go anywhere. Bruno stands and 'adjusts himself' again. He turns toward the door, "I'm sure my shirt's dry. I should get it and head home". He looks down reluctantly. His body language betrays him, he doesn't wanna leave. You smirk to yourself then stand. You don't know what to do. Should you be that confident assertive woman and go for it? Or should you be yourself and let him take the lead? You must've taken too long to decide because Bruno heads over and grabs his shirt from the dryer. Walking back toward you he states, "I'll wash this one and bring it back to you". "Ok. It's no big deal really", you say trying to buy some thinking time. Bruno glances up at you like he's waiting for you to say something. You are drawing a blank. You can't think of one thing to say. You can't even remember your name right now. Throwing his shirt over his right shoulder he looks down and says, "Thanks again for all your help tonight". "Uh...yeah...of course", you manage to sputter. "I enjoyed the movie too", he adds. You smile because that's all you can do. Your brain is currently in system failure. Bruno is clearly waiting for a cue from you. After a few seconds of not receiving one, he turns toward the door. 'WAIT!!!', your body is screaming. Your heart is trying to make your legs move but they won't budge. Bruno looks back at you as if he heard your hearts plea and smiles. He walks up to you and kisses you gently on the lips. "Good night", he whispers brushing your hair away from your eyes. You continue to smile like an idiot. 'SAY SOMETHING DUMMY!', your heart is screaming. Bruno heads to the door. You open your mouth just as his hand touches the door knob. Before you can speak you hear a loud crack of lightening followed but a loud crash of thunder. The noise startles you both. Bruno backs up from the door, "Oh shit!". You look out the window and see a deluge of rain falling in sheets against it. Bruno looks from the window to you and kinda smiles happily. 'Thank you Jesus', you think to yourself as Bruno steps toward you. A loud crack echoes through the night scaring you enough to make you jump. Bruno holds you close. Rubbing your upper arms he whispers in your right ear, "It's ok. The lightening probably just hit the ground or something". He kisses the top of your head. The kiss reboots the hard drive in your brain and relaxes your muscles. It's a miracle! You can think and speak! "Listen", you whisper stepping into him. Looking into his eyes you continue, "there is no way I'm letting you go out there in that mess. It's already after three o'clock in the morning, you might as well crash on the couch". He feigns disapproval to be polite. You ignore the feeble attempt because you know he's not going anywhere tonight. "Let me go get you some pillows and a blanket. I'll be right back". "Well, if it's not going to be any trouble...", he calls after you. You damn near run to the linen closet. You return to the living room and find Bruno waiting patiently on the couch. He pops up when he sees you. You begin to dress the couch for his comfort and he helps. "Thanks for letting me crash. Really preciate it", he states. Finishing up you place the pillows on the couch and shrug it off, "It's really no problem at all". Bruno's eyes are on every inch of your body as you stand and make sure the couch looks comfy. "There! How's that?", you ask Bruno. When you don't hear a response, you turn to find him staring at you. You know that look. Those eyes. They are saying things you haven't heard in almost a year. Bruno reaches for your wrists and pulls you into him. Staring into your eyes, he brushes the hair from your face and smiles. You begin to feel your love drip and your temperature rise. His hand moves slightly below your waist while the other caresses your head. Your lips meet once again but this time, your love aches in response to his hardness pressed against it. Murmuring in your ear, he responds, "It looks very comfortable. Thank you". All you hear is his manhood screaming for the satisfaction that you are dying to provide. Whispering back damn near panting, you ask, "Can I get anything else for you?". He smilies mischievously as his hand falls lightly from your face and caresses all of the curves on the right side of your body. "I think I'll be ok". He slowly releases you and steps back. His manhood is at full salute and he is NOT ashamed this time. Your eyes are glued to it as you mouth, "WOW...". Boy scouts could campout under that thing. "Well, we should probably get some sleep", Bruno suggests. Sleep is the furthest thing from your mind right now. Your body rats you out and replies, "I'm not the LEAST bit sleepy". You realize what you just said just as Bruno replies, "Me either". Sitting on the couch he asks, "So what do you wanna do?". You begin licking your lips as your eyes size up the package on hold in front of you. You realize what you're doing and look away but it's too late. Bruno notices and smiles. He slouches back on the couch and opens his legs a bit as he adjusts himself. Your mouth is watering. It's been so long - you WANT HIM but you are TERRIFIED. You try to seductively slide on to the couch next to him. You wonder, 'Was that as sexy in reality as it was in my head?'. Bruno leans into you, so you take that as a yes. You are so out of practice you aren't sure what to do next. You keep thinking, 'What do I do with my hands?!'. You must look nervous as hell because Bruno pauses and smiles at you. Placing his index finger under your chin, he lifts your face and kisses you softly. He murmurs, "Are you sure you're ok with this?". Your body is trembling and you can't hide it. "Are you cold?", he whispers. You sit back. There's no use. You're blowing it. This a'int gonna happen. You are so embarrassed you turn away and pray those hot tears you feel brewing stay hidden. Bruno moves closer to you. "Nikki?", he asks turning your face to meet his. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?". 'Damn it!', why does he have to be so sweet? You are choked up and can't respond. Bruno pulls you onto his chest and lays back on the couch. Holding you close he strokes your hair and whispers, "We can lay here like this all night if you want. No worries, ok?". You turn to face him and hug him tight. Kissing him softly you whisper, "Thank you". You are mentally drafting tonight's page in your diary, 'Dear Diary he's too good to be true...'. After a few minutes, you drift off to sleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
You wake the next morning alone on the couch. The smell of coffee and bacon is making it's way from the kitchen to your nose. Sitting up you see Bruno looking around your kitchen as he prepares breakfast. You stand and walk towards the kitchen. Seeing you, he says, "Good morning beautiful". Blushing as you run your hands through your bedhead, you can barely respond, "Good morning". You pour a cup of coffee, "What is all this?". "Oh, just a little thank you for taking care of me yesterday". You smirk, "No thanks necessary". "Don't be ridiculous! You were a great host last night". You look down remembering the night that wasn't. Bruno is reading your mind. "Come here", he beckons pulling you up from the chair and into his body for a hug. You refuse to meet his gaze. You are still quite embarrassed about last night and besides you have morning breath. Stroking your hair and cheek he stares into your eyes, "I had a great time with you last night. I really enjoyed your company". You roll your eyes knowing he's just being nice. He forces eye contact, "Really, I did enjoy your company. I had a great time with you". He kisses you softly, "I'd like to do it again". You are shocked. Speechless you stare as you mentally re-write this mornings diary entry, 'Dear Diary, you won't believe this...'. Letting you go he says, "Hope you're hungry". You aren't really but will force yourself to eat whatever he places before you. Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast - simple but delicious. 'I guess I was hungry', you realize as you devour the entire plate. Bruno glances at you occasionally and smiles. That one right dimple peeks out every so often when he smiles. He's quiet though. You wonder if he's regretting what he said to you this morning. "Everything ok?", you ask reluctantly. He looks up slowly and sighs, "Yeah". You haven't known him long but you know he's lying. You let it be for now. You stand and gather his plate along with yours and take them to the sink. Just as you turn around to head back Bruno hops up, "No. I'm lying. Everything is not ok". He stands in front of you. He's making purposeful eye contact as you are both face to face. You feel his warm coffee flavored breath on your face and smell his lingering cologne but you are scared as hell. You have absolutely NO idea what he's about to tell you. Not knowing what to say, you just wait and hope he explains. "Nikki I'm sorry". You are caught off guard by the apology and jerk your head back slightly. 'Huh?'. He sighs and continues as he looks away. "I...I really like you and last night...well, I think I may have had too much to drink. I mean, cuz I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I feel really bad. I didn't mean to pressure you or make you think you had to sleep with me". You cut him off, "What?!". Now it's his turn to look caught off guard. After laying dormant for months, your feminine wiles suddenly awakens and marches right to the front of the line. You push Bruno back against the island. Kissing him firmly you whisper, "I never felt pressured. Did you?". You gaze directly into his eyes. He looks pleasantly surprised, "No...". You feel an overwhelming sexual urge come over you. You feel in total control of your sexuality right now. It feels strange but a good strange. You step between his legs and lean your body against his, making sure to rest your love atop his already growing enthusiasm. You can feel his body warm and see beads of sweat form on his top lip. He's breathing heavily as he looks into your eyes. You catch a glimpse of 'Oh my God YES!' mixed with "what the fuck is going on?' in his eyes. You smirk and gently bite his lower lip as you caress his manhood. Bruno's hands grab your ass and squeeze. It's in that moment you realize your dry spell has come to an end because your love is raining buckets. Bruno begins to unbutton your jeans as you tug at his. Never breaking your gaze, he lifts you onto his hardness. The combination of his size and your lack of sex in a year makes for a tight fit inside your love. You wince only briefly upon his entrance then a wave of pleasure rolls over your entire body as he hits the back of your walls with the first thrust. He stares intently into your eyes and smiles as he squeezes your hips while you ride. You throw your head back and try to squelch the orgasm you already feel starting in the center of your love. You don't want to come so fast. This shit feels WAY better than what you remember. Bruno holds you close and kisses your neck on his way up to your ear. He murmurs, "Mmmmm" and your walls tremor. You are fighting a losing battle with this orgasm and Bruno can tell. He smiles as he places his hand on the small of your back. Staring into your eyes, he murmurs, "Hold up, let me help you with that". He begins to grind deep inside you until you surrender. You explode on his manhood with a pleasure that has been dormant for nearly a year. Your body goes limp for a few moments and he holds you tight. He kisses you and smiles up at you as if to say, 'you're welcome'. You feel like the gates of heaven opened up and shone down upon you. You are so weak from that mountain top experience, you are barely holding on. Bruno's hands slowly slide up your back for support and hold you close. He whispers, "You ok?". You smile and kiss his lips, "Oh yeah". He chuckles and begins to thrust slowly inside your love. You find the strength to continue although all you really wanna do is lay down and sleep. You slowly twerk up and down on his manhood. You notice he begins to sweat a little more. Smirking you continue to twerk. "Ohhhhhhhhhh", he moans throwing his head back and gripping your hips tighter. He moves your hips back and forth on his hardness. You squeeze your walls and grip his manhood inside your love. He groans so loudly it startles you, "FUCKKKK". Consequently you loosen your grip. "Got DAYYYYUUUMMMM your shit is tight. Oh my Goddddddddd', he moans squeezing your hips. It doesn't take you long to figure out how to ride and grip his dick at the same time. He's at the mercy of your will. You have never felt so in control. Smiling you slowly hop up and down on his hardness until you feel a second wave of pleasure spark inside your control center. He notices the change in your body and smiles. "Yes, baby. Come on", he encourages as he thrusts deep. You are both grinding and thrusting trying to hold back the inevitable. It isn't long before you both give in. Bruno's desire is released inside your love just as your walls spasm out of your control. Bruno does his best to hold you up but he's just as weak as you are right now. You slide down and stand (barely) laying against his sweaty body. He kisses the top of your head and hugs you tight. You smile at him then stand back. Bruno sits up and looks at you shyly. He clears his throat, "Ahem...so, uh...where did that come from?". Your cheeks begin to sting from embarrassment. Having been satisfied your feminine wiles have gone back into hibernation. "Uh...I was...um..I don't know". You turn away, "I'm sorry". Bruno is at your side in the blink of an eye. Wrapping his arms around you tight he states sincerely, "Oh no, baby. Don't be sorry. That shit was...WHOA". You blush. "It's just, I was a bit surprised. I mean after last night I thought maybe you weren't ready". You look down. He lifts your face to meet his gaze and cocks his head to the side waiting for you to explain. You don't. He kisses you so softly his juices leave your love and begin to slide down your thighs. "Excuse me", you say making your way to the bathroom.
After cleaning yourself up, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. 'What the hell was that Nicole?', you ask yourself in complete disbelief. You've never been THAT girl. What will he think of you? Will he still be interested after you fucked him and y'all haven't even been on an official date? "Jesus!", you exclaim placing your face in your hands. You just keep screwing things up. Your mind begins to write your next diary entry, 'Dear Diary, You will NEVER believe what I did...'. You shake your head at the thought of having to write down the details. Being with Bruno was...*sigh*...EVERYTHING you thought it would be BUT you didn't want it to happen so soon. I mean...you don't think you did...or did you? Well, no matter your drought is over and boy oh boy the rainy season was SUCH a blessing. There is a soft knock on the bathroom door, "Nikki?". It's Bruno. 'How long have I been in here', you wonder. "Is everything ok", he asks with concern weaved throughout his voice. You open the door and greet him with a smile. "Yeah. I'm fine". Bruno looks relieved. You walk over and sit on your bed. Bruno follows. You just can't make eye contact with him right now so you look every where but at him. He slides closer to you and caresses your face. You tremble noticeably. He smiles and whispers, "Um, can I uh...ask you something?". You quickly glance at him and nod. Clearing his throat he continues, "Um, not that it matters to me or anything but...". He hesitates so you turn to face him. "I was just wondering if that was your...um...your first time?". Your eyes grow wide as you burst into laughter. 'Wow! Was I that out of practice?', you wonder to yourself. Bruno smiles uncomfortably as he sits and watches you dying from laughter. "So, I guess that was a no", he murmurs. Wiping the tears from your eyes you finally respond, "No. No Bruno that wasn't my first time". "Oh. Ok. I mean it didn't make any difference to me either way". You kiss his lips cutting him off. "Bruno, you are very sweet but I was not a virgin. It has been a while since I've slept with a man though". He's demeanor relaxes a bit, "OH! Ok. Now I get it". You both smile. You glance over at him as he breathes a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry if it wasn't the best. It's been almost a year", you admit apologetically. Bruno smirks as he pulls you onto his lap. "Baby that was amazing. So if that wasn't your best, I'm down for a redo!". Giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.
You both head back out to the kitchen. You pour another cup of coffee for both of you. Bruno is sitting by the window when you bring him his coffee. He motions for you to sit on his lap so you oblige. He sips his coffee while gazing out of the window, "This is a cool little spot to chill". You smile knowing that you've sat here nearly every morning wishing you had someone like him to share it with. "Yeah, it's pretty cool right?", you respond concealing your excitement. Bruno smiles as he watches people go by. "Wow she looks tired as hell! I KNOW her feet killing her!", he giggles commenting on some poor woman who looks as though she just got off work. You giggle in agreement. "WHOA dude is ripped! Look like a UFC fighter or some shit. He can't even put his arms down all the way", he laughs. "Oh yeah? I dare you to yell that to him out the window", you tease. "HELL NO!", he quickly responds laughing even harder. You smile to yourself as you sip your coffee on the comfort of his lap. You realize that you have been smiling a lot more lately and it's because of Bruno. He's sweet, funny and really likes you in spite of all the stupid things you've said and done over the past few days. Bruno kisses your cheek. You lower your head and blush. He makes you so happy already and you're still getting to know him. He squeezes you tight and whispers in your right ear, "So, you got anymore of that honeydew melon left?". You both burst into laughter as you playfully hit his shoulder. Bruno just holds you tighter. At that moment, your next entry pops into your mind, "Dear Diary, Thank you..."
