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A friend invited me to a party off campus. Nothing special. It was the usual affair – men in their thirties making huge batches of jungle juice, playing bartender for the girls my age. Pretty pathetic overall. Nevertheless I grabbed a cup and poured my own drink – rum and ginger ale – and did a lap around the place. The big screen TV in the living room played Pulp Fiction. I rolled my eyes, looking for a means to escape.

Just to be nosy I wandered through the other rooms. In one a couple was passionately making out on a bed, another woman going down on the man. I closed that door, flustered but also turned on.

I made my way to another bedroom, the walls lined with bookcases filled with movies. Most of them were action, suspense, thriller, horror, even some porn.

“Pretty unoriginal, but he does have a few gems,” a voice said behind me. I turned to see a cute guy, mid-twenties, wavy brown locks that looked bleached naturally by the sun. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, emanating warmth. His voice was tinted with a Spanish accent.

“I’m Javi,” he introduced himself, extending a hand. He had a cup of jungle juice in the other, the ice clinking against the polystyrene.

“Daisy,” I said, taking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He took my hand and turned it over, planting a light kiss on top. “Are you having a good time?”

“Not really,” I admitted. “You?”

“Not really.” He smirked, strolling over to the DVD collection, running his ring-bedecked fingers over the titles, humming to himself as he skimmed them. “Ever seen this one?” He pulled out a copy of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

“No I haven’t..”

He popped it into the DVD player, the screen blinking to life. He plopped on the bed and patted the space next to him. I smiled and sat. The TV glowed, the movie started up.

We sipped our drinks, eventually getting comfortable on the bed. I had to admit, it wasn’t where I expected my night to go. Yet Javi was a perfect gentleman. He even put his arm around me when I started crying. “You could’ve told me this was a breakup movie,” I said through my tears. He smiled and gave me a handkerchief from his pocket to dry my eyes.

“It looks that way at first, but it has a hopeful ending,” he assured me.

I loved that movie. I almost insisted on watching it again, but we decided on another one, a Korean film with subtitles. This one was more action-oriented, taking my mind off everything for another couple of hours.

Javi knew a lot about movies and the filmmaking process. He’d written scripts and hoped to find a production company to make them, or he’d create his own company. He knew so much, but he wasn’t preachy about it. He asked what I liked to watch instead of telling me what I should watch.

He really wasn’t like any guy I’d met before..

At times we were interrupted by other party-goers until I locked the door.

Halfway through the third film the tension became unbearable. Javi was cute, he was nice, and he was there. I realized I hadn’t thought about Patrick in hours.

I made the first move, kissing him. His lips were soft, tangy from the jungle juice, and his hand held the nape of my neck as he kissed me back, slow and deep. When he pulled away his golden brown eyes were nearly overtaken by black. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

I’d never been asked that before. Patrick usually settled between my thighs and humped away. Or, if he was too drunk, told me to be on top.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

“Is it okay if I keep kissing you?”

“Yeah,” I whispered before he pressed his lips to mine again, his tongue running along my mouth, asking for entry. I parted my lips and his tongue, warm and strong, moved against mine. I instantly melted. His lips trailed down my neck, hands grabbing my hips, tracing upwards to cup my breasts over my shirt. “Can I have you?” he whispered against my throat.

“Yes,” I whispered back, and we slowly undressed. Layers of clothing were peeled away. Javi reached into the pocket of his jeans, which had been tossed to the floor just moments before, pulling a condom from his wallet, keeping it close by as he took his time to kiss and caress every part of my body. His lips lingered over my breasts, licking and teasing my nipples to stiff peaks before moving down over my belly to my pussy, tongue dipping between my drenched folds. Crying out, my hips bucked up, pleading for more, my fingers tangled in his sunlit curls. He stayed between my legs, his hips rutting against the bed, until I came apart on his tongue once, twice, three times.

I was still reeling from my high when Javi rolled the condom over his length. “Is this still okay?” he asked, positioning himself at my entrance. I gave a breathy sigh of a yes and gasped when he nudged in, my hands gripping his arms as he pushed in slowly, all the way to the hilt. He gave me time to adjust before moving, slow and deep, his eyes exploring my every reaction.

I moved my hips against his, our bodies undulating as one, both of us sighing and gasping. My hands roamed his back, his sides, his hips, his ass. Javi sped up, his breath quickening as he lifted my hips, the sounds of our thighs smacking together over the movie still playing in the background.

“Turn over,” he gasped, pulling out and positioning me on all fours. He pulled my hips back towards him, pushing in again, fingers sliding underneath and finding my clit. I moaned, dropping my head to the pillow as he played with my needy sweet spot, circling and swiping until I came again. Javi’s thrusts grew erratic and quickened before he finally let go, pulling me to him as he came, spilling inside the condom.

My limbs felt like jelly as I lay on my side, watching Javi remove the condom, tie it off, tossing it in the trash. After, we cuddled, too tired to move, and we talked. He told me about his home back in Spain. I told him about my own life, my heartbreak over Patrick. He held me closer as I mourned a man who never really loved me.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful. I had a really great time with you tonight,” I told him.

“I’m glad you did,” he said sincerely.

“I don’t want you to think I slept with you out of loneliness.”

He smiled. “I don’t. And I don’t want you to think I slept with you out of a purely primal instinct to fuck.”

I chuckled, burying my face in his chest. “I’d be happy if you had.. to be honest, you’re only the second guy I’ve ever been with.”

“Really?” He looked surprised and pleased.

“Yeah.. it’s kind of embarrassing..”

“No, Daisy, I’m honored,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “Your ex is obviously an idiot for letting you go.” He paused so long I thought he’d fallen asleep until I looked up at him. He was deep in thought.

“What is it?” I asked gently.

“I’m just thinking.. and forgive me if it’s too soon.. but would you like to come back to Spain with me?”

“What.. really?” I sat up.

“I know it’s sudden, but I think you’d enjoy seeing Mallorca. Sunny beaches, glamorous nightlife.. we could spend the whole summer having fun.”

“It sounds lovely,” I said.

He lifted my chin. “Only if you want to, Daisy.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to say yes, but I had no idea why the words wouldn’t come out. “When do you leave?” I asked.

“The day after tomorrow,” he replied. “It’s very short notice, I know.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think the timing is right, Javi..”

“I understand.” He tried to keep from looking disappointed.

After, he offered to drive me back to campus. I brought him up to my dorm, not yet ready to say goodbye yet.

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