Familiarity feeling

Anastasia James

As soon as I set foot outside the bar, an icy breeze enveloped my body, causing a chill to spread throughout it. I regretted at the time that I had only come in a skirt and had not at least put on pantyhose underneath, but at least I am already going home.

“Is everyone here?” Steph asked, looking at each of us to make sure everyone had already left the bar.

After we had a few drinks, we decided to leave, as we would have to train tomorrow. It was the shortest period of time we had ever spent in a bar, but understandable, because hungover, nobody does anything at all.

“Kaleb went to the bathroom, but he's coming with me.” Greg said. “He said he was going to train late for his grandmother and promised he wouldn't drink.” He laughed in derision. “Then he'll sleep at my house, so he doesn't arrive with alcohol breath and end up grounded.”

“Right.” Steph nodded and turned to me, “And, you, Ana? How did you get here?”

“I came in a cab…” I said and glared at Matthew.

“It's too late to come back alone in a cab…” She looked apprehensive at the idea. “All the cars are full and…”

“I'll take her home.” Matthew interrupted her.

When I faced him, he was already staring at me. His expression was nonchalant, but the shiver that went up the back of my neck clearly said something else. And, no, I'm not talking about cold.

“You came by motorcycle.” Johnny stated. “And you drank.” He added the obvious.

“We all drink here, don't we?” Matt raised his eyebrow and smiled mischievously when he saw that Johnny was speechless. “Let's go soon because your house is far away for a fuck.” He said and grabbed my arm, pulling me with him to the parking lot.

“If Ana doesn't show up for rehearsal tomorrow, we already know who killed her.” Scott joked, and from the grumbling he gave soon after, he got a slap from someone.

Matthew kept dragging me until we were near his motorcycle. I don't know if I can exactly consider it dragging, because if he let go of me, I would still be following him. Not to mention that his fingers around my wrist weren't even squeezing me.

He let go of me to grab the only helmet hanging from the handlebars and, while pushing the bike to face the exit gate so that it would be easier for us to get out, he said:

“You already know very well the rules for riding with me on the bike, so don't even try to pretend you don't.” He transposed his arm through the hole in his helmet to hold it there and climbed on the bike. “And make sure you don't yell in my ear.” He snorted, starting the motorcycle. “Or at least wait until we get home.” He mumbled the last part in the most saucy way possible, which made my insides flutter.

I really can't believe this is happening. Actually, I do, but it's unbelievable. Okay, that sounded confusing, but it's because I’m confused, and it's the fault of this man, who is now staring at me with a sneaky smile.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to come up, baby?”

The “beautiful” echoed a few times in my mind. Or rather, in my whole body, waking me up from my reverie.

I looked back in the direction of the guys, and noticed that they were staring at us from afar. They looked relatively afraid, but not at all suspicious of Matthew's theatrics. Actually, he's good at it, unlike me, who was already tense just at the fucking “beautiful” coming out of his mouth.

I gave them the slightest smile and nodded before turning and getting on my bike. My skirt rode up a bit, but I didn't worry too much, as Matthew would cover anything that could be seen by some stranger.

I barely had time to even think, and he soon took off with the motorcycle, forcing me to grab onto his waist to keep from falling off.

As soon as we left the parking lot, Matthew rode for a few more yards until he took a left turn into the street back to the bar.

“Hm… my house is the other way.” I said close to his ear, trying to speak louder than the wind.

“And who says we're going to your house?” I saw his sneaky smile emerge through the bike's mirror. “I just went to the right of the parking lot so no one would be suspicious. Johnny knows my house is this way.”

“But, my house is closer.” I argued, trying not to sound so eager to be alone with him.

Matthew gave a slight chuckle and looked at me through the bike's mirror.

“Yeah, but I don't think your father would appreciate hearing his own daughter moan all night.” He said and looked back at the street.

Holy fuck.

All night long.

In every sense of the phrase.

***

And we came to Matthew's house.

It's a simple house, but I must say I was surprised at how organized the place was. Not that I idealize Matt as a messy person, but let's face it, he lives alone. He obviously won't have the time to take care of everything – and probably not even the energy, given all the things he does.

As soon as he closed the door and left the bike keys on the living room table, he walked quietly towards what I thought was the kitchen.

I looked around and, realizing that I was alone, began to feel ashamed.

Okay, let's face it, we didn't come here to talk, and what makes me more nervous is that I have no experience, so I don't know what to do. For me, it is strange to be here now, because I know very well what we came here to do.

I swallowed hard and went after Matt. Confirming my suspicions, it was indeed a kitchen, and he was pouring himself a glass of water when I approached. I leaned back against the wall to watch him, and our gazes met. Without questioning, he justified himself:

“It helps cut the alcohol from the body faster.” He said and brought the glass to his mouth.

“Got it…” I nodded and looked around. “Hum… Do I take my clothes off at once or…?”

I didn't finish my speech as Matthew laughed nasally into the glass and almost spit out the water. I just blinked a few times, staring at him uncomprehendingly. He closed his eyes, keeping a restrained smile on his lips, and after a sigh, stared at me.

I started to feel silly for standing there in the middle of the kitchen and saying possibly the dumbest thing in the world, so I pressed my lips together and stared at my own feet. I don't know if Matt noticed, because I noticed that he left his glass and water bottle on the kitchen counter and approached me.

My body went into a state of alertness right away. Even more so when he leaned his lefty on the wall next to my face. His gaze was half-lidded, and the little smile on his face made the butterflies in my stomach fly from side to side in desperation.

“You're in too much of a hurry.” He laughed nasally. “But, I wouldn't mind seeing you take your clothes off for me.” His cheeky grin reappeared, leaving me with a pounding heart.

“Sorry, it's just that I don't really know what to do.” I grimaced as I realized how pathetic I'm looking.

“Let’s…” He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Just think of it as a dance.” He narrowed his eyes, moving his right hand down my face until he held my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “You can't start dancing to something already in the chorus. You need an introduction.” He said, and gently pushed my face to the side, so he could move closer and whisper: “Sex is the same thing.” He laughed nasally against my skin, generating more goosebumps than I could have hoped for. “It takes some foreplay for the whole thing to develop, baby girl.”

And, as if the whole thing wasn't already teasing enough, Matthew stuck his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck, giving a light suction. His hot tongue also came out and decided to give me a wet hello, sliding all over me and eliciting a gasp from me. He must be enjoying the whole thing, because he laughed nasally.

But, not being able to take any more of this coaxing, I pulled Matthew far enough away to remove him from my neck and bring him close to my lips. His mouth promptly began to devour me and our tongues to battle. I have no idea what to do, but I know that there is absolutely nothing peaceful about this kiss anymore.

Matt's mouth is eager as he sucks my tongue to himself in a completely obscene act. The thought that he might do the same down there makes me twitch and groan. Matthew glued his body even more closely to mine, almost punching a hole in the wall with me, but allowing me to feel what was already very alert in the middle of his pants.

“Fuck the preliminaries.” He said in the middle of the kiss and didn't even give me a chance to contest, he grabbed me by the legs, lifting me off the floor. Not that I wanted to contest anything at the moment, of course.

To keep from falling, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and I know that the gesture made my skirt rise completely, revealing my ass, because that's exactly where Matthew's hands went. He squeezed it so hard that I moaned between kisses.

I didn't know we were moving until my lips parted from Matthew's, and I was thrown against something soft. As I opened my eyes, I realized that we were in his bedroom. But, I didn't get a chance to notice much of anything, because soon a shirtless Matthew climbed on top of me with a look so hot, I swear I could feel the heat just from them.

His gaze alternated between mine, as his hand caressed my cheek lightly. I have no idea what is going on in his mind at this moment, as I can't decipher the gleam that has come into his eyes, but for some reason I’m not worried.

“It's going to hurt a little bit.” I said, maintaining the caress. “But, I promise to take it easy and respect your time.”

He looked at me in such a deep and sincere. I don't know, but I felt as if my heart was going to jump out of my chest at any moment.

Matt seemed to be waiting for confirmation from me, so to make sure I was right and that everything was okay, I sealed our lips in another kiss. Unlike the others, however, this was a quick kiss and… I don't know, but for some reason, sincere. As if it responded directly to my heart.

I really feel good about the decision I made and I don't regret it. For some reason, Matthew brings this good feeling to my chest, a feeling of something I haven't felt in a long time: familiarity.