Everything was going well yet I didn't think it could get better, I was happy, surrounded by my best friends in a foreign country working hard, making money from doing what I loved and meeting new people genuinely interesting individuals too, yet how wrong was I was though.
Charles was someone I was talking to on Facebook for sometime eventually our digital existence expanded beyond just the one site into video calls and sending music and pictures to one another. Connected yet without the physical connection. I was in awe and I had never met someone so hot, so calm & collected and someone with so much in common with myself and when it was decided that I was to go to New York my heart skipped a beat.
He was in LA working for some fashion designer when I arrived, we hadn't talked for a week, our longest since we began our talks yet I knew he was out there preparing a show and it kept him fairly busy which gave me time to find my bearings, hang with friends and be a tourist for the meanwhile, it was when he told me he was too return to NYC that I was truly excited. Here was someone I'd talked to for at times half to a whole day and now I would get to in reality.
We met in a coffee shop, cliché I know but it was nice we shared some cake and laughed about this and that breaking the ice although it felt like I had known him for so long and it wasn't too awkward just weird that he was here and I was there in the same place looking into his grey eyes and loosing myself to them, to him, free falling. His hand accidentally touched mine there was this surge of energy, not sexual but pure and fresh there and then it seemed like everything and every other in here and prior didn't matter all that did was this, here and now.
Spending time alone with him renewed my energy for so long, I had been trying to make others happy for too long that I forgot my own happiness and began to lose myself becoming nothing but a mere shadow following my friends who couldn't be alone. my best friend it seemed was petrified of his own mind and the power it held he had to be with someone, anyone at all times and that's what scared me. With Charles I could get lost and let go, I wouldn't be judged just held and loved it was my own secret sanctuary and I was happy.
We met several times hanging around New York both European aliens seeing new things and seeking a thrill. He thrilled me with his funny French laugh and he had this way about him that he couldn't help every action every word seemed sexually charged and although we had done nothing yet hug it all was innocent and everything we did felt new I had never been embraced as he embraced me. There was a time I was frustrated doing receipts and he came in and hugged me and sat on my lap we spun the chair around and around and at that moment I felt wanted and needed beyond sex and it was a magical ride, exhilarating and one I wished never to end.
It came to light that soon it would and these days that felt unlike any other I had spent on this earth where I no longer had to think too hard and all I did was feel. We went dancing one day when he dropped the bombshell that in 4 days he was to return to France, tired and hurt he did the usual picking my mood up by grabbing my hand and running towards a large locked door the air was filled with smell of chlorine and he smiled at me, letting go and briefly & suddenly reminding me to that soon I would lose him. He began climbing and I soon followed jumping over the gate we ended up in a public pool yet it was so pretty the lights illuminated the water casting an eerie glow, Charles stripped down with speed to his extra fitted Calvin's showing off how tight his body was and showcasing his ripped torso with abs on abs that looked rock hard, his boxers clung to a shapely formed ass as he ran to the water and jumped in
I did the same tumbling as I tried to free myself from my trousers, I jumped in and he swam over to me, he whispered 'no time to waste' sending a shiver down my spine, his body pressed against mine and I could feel every muscle instantly turning me on, I wanted to move back in case he noticed but his arms flexed and his hold was as strong as his gaze that had this look he was devouring me, something said he wanted me, needed me that look of lust and I moved in as he did and our lips met, there was haze as what happened next was so good his lips were soft and I had never been kissed as he kissed me, it was like I was a virgin prior to this it was all play yet this was it the real deal.
The four days passed with speed and every touch, kiss and orgasm seemed to intensify not just because the passion grew or our feelings for one another but as every other one was closer to the last. We did silly things putting on wigs taking pictures dancing to cher, attacking new york in clothes bound for stares, whispers and abuse yet always falling into the security of each others arms at the end of the nights. I didn't need to drink I was drunk off him his energy and his presence made me naturally high, never had another made me feel so complete and alive and for those days shared I lived another life, I was another me that person I always wanted to be the right one living in a living dream that had to be the best days of my life.
Charles had become so much a fixture in my world that New York felt empty without him, he brought joy, laughter and excitement. His friends became mine and mine his yet now his friends that remained reminded me too much of him that I couldn't be around them no matter how lovely and my friends just couldn't fill the void no matter how caring. The magic of the trip ended on the last kiss I received, as I watched the plane boarded fade into the distance something inside me too faded.
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