The first time I noticed him, he was sitting a few seats over from me in calculus, struggling to grasp the concept the professor was teaching. Meanwhile, the topic was all review for me. The professor knew it and would ask me as last resort when no one else in class had the answers. He must have taken notice because he approached jokingly asking if I understood the Latin being taught. I took a minute to take him in as I replied with the one Latin phrase I knew “Veni, Vidi Vici.” He laughed as I also put out an offer to help him if he wanted it. He was quick to accept and we exchanged numbers.
Studying brought him a passing grade and us the beginning of an amazing friendship. We had so much in common that we became inseparable as our next 3 years of college came and went. Our friendship continued to blossom. People started questioning our relationship, but we both reassured others we were just friends. We even both started dating other people. His girlfriend didn’t like our relationship, but he refused to allow her to come between us. They broke up soon after for reasons still unknown. My relationship ended as quickly as it began. Right on cue, he came in and helped me pick up the pieces. Life went on but there was something different. Feelings started creeping in. I knew that friends was not all I wanted. He understood me, I understood him. He needed me and I him. But I didn’t want ruin the good thing we had going.
As fate would have it, last night we celebrated the wedding of my college roommate. He was my plus one, of course. Open bar, plus dancing and good times, we were feeling ourselves by the nights end. We caught a cab back to my place, since that’s where he parked his car. Something ignited in the back seat of that cab, the way he held my hand, as he looked over at me. Looking deep into my eyes, it was like he was searching for something. He reached up and caressed my face, as we pulled up to our destination. I quickly collected myself, walking to the door, fumbling for the key as he paid the cab driver. I unlocked the door and walked in, just as he was making it to the porch. He closed the door behind us, grabbed my waist and turned me towards him. With one hand on my waist, he brought the other to my face, as he pulled me in for the most passionate kiss. I think we both got lost in that moment, wanting it to last forever.
He slowed down, looked in my eyes once again searching for something, checking for any hint of reluctance. But I was all his, as one of his hands held my hair off my neck and the other unzipped my dress. His hands roamed to my shoulders, as he slid the dress down my arms, caressing its path. The dress pooled at my feet, I was left there standing in my black lace bra and panties.
My hands still on his neck roamed down his back to the hem of his black Polo shirt, he was far too overdressed. I pulled it over his head, taking in all the glory standing in front of me. It wasn’t as if it was my first time seeing him, but it was my first time this close in this capacity and I wasn’t about to waste even a moments time not appreciating the God given beauty before me, chiseled chocolate perfection. My hands trailed their way down his chest and stomach, just taking it all in. My hands found their way to his belt, unfastening it, releasing the button and lowering the zipper. Hesitantly, I retreated, brought my hands back up his chest, coming to rest at the base of his neck once again. I looked into those deep chocolate brown eyes, wanting to be sure we both wanted this.
He must have sensed this, he took my face in his hand, as he looked deep into my eyes. He said words I’d been longing to hear, “I want you, only you, for now, forever. Veni, Vidi, Vici, baby.” Only then, did he make love to me, not just my body, but in entirety.