The Marathon - Part 1

I didn’t even know I was in a marathon until it was almost over. I know that seems strange…but I wasn’t training for it or had any forethought of even being in a marathon…I just sort of found myself in one!

I should also tell you that I hate running. But I loved this marathon. That’s cuz the marathon wasn’t one in which I was running…it was one in which I was fucking.

I am not even sure how to tell the tale succinctly. Perhaps I should begin back in December when there was first contact between Bentley and myself.

I guess it all started with a bit of bantering back and forth really. Some witty comments exchanged or observed and then a confession from Bentley to me that he felt I had a certain “Joie de vivre!” Clearly he is observant…for I’m sure we can all agree that my vivre is certainly joie!

I was curious about him…from all accounts his sarcasm matches my own and he was, after all, sporting a freshly shaved head. (yes I have a thing for bald guys…don’t ask just accept).

So when the next opportunity came around to meet with him in person I admit to taking special care to make my appearance appealing. (read I made sure I looked HOT!). Unfortunately, the evening wasn’t at all what I had hoped for. I drank a bit…he drank a lot. I came over to talk to him a few times and he seemed rather unimpressed with anything I had to say, nor did he engage me in much conversation himself. By the time I was leaving I thought I’d give it one last ‘go’. I was met with the complete opposite of what I had thought might occur. In fact…I think he insulted me…though we were both a bit drunk and I wasn’t sure what was going on.

The next few weeks it was a blur of Chrismasness so nothing more transpired between us.

New Years Eve…well…let’s just say that I was too busy trying NOT to kiss boys that I ended up kissing quite a few girls…though somehow did manage to kiss 2 boys in there as well.

I actually was quite taken aback by the first kiss I had with Bentley. It was on New Year’s and it was shortly after 12…probably 12:10 or so after I finished slipping Chloie my tongue for the 2^nd time that night. (she’s a great kisser…tongue ring and all!!!)

I saw the glint in his eye and wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. I was wondering if he was making fun of me at first…until his hand slid up and into my hair, pulling my head gently down towards his lips.

The kiss started off as first kisses are meant to. A bit shy…a bit timid…lips touching lips, slightly parted…waiting for acceptance, luxuriating in the feel of smooth skin on smooth skin. The pressure on the back of my head is a bit more and we just melt into the kiss…tongues gently sliding in, probing, tasting, playing. Lips are nibbled, teeth are grazed and the kiss becomes a bit more passionate…I admit to being the aggressor in that.

I had a 2^nd kiss with Bentley on New Year’s right before he left for the night. With that one we were both struggling to take control of the kiss…each one wanting to get the upper hand. Stupid drunk games… I wanted to show him I wasn’t submissive…but he wasn’t either…I don’t know who got bit more – him or me…but I still enjoyed it.

After New Year’s there was silence for a few days. Dust settling to the ground waiting for sun light to dance in.

Soon there was some MSNing…just a bit. Lots of flirting…lots of talk. Then came the time to decide if it was ALL talk…of if there was any substance behind our exchange. A challenge was thrown down by Bentley.

“tell you what. if you can handle a little company tonight, i'd be more than happy to see what kind of sparks we can throw off. no sex...but we can play.”

Play. The word jumped up off my screen, did a little dance and I swear to god it flashed me. It was so delectable, so exciting…so irresistible.

I found myself agreeing and even looking forward to calling. I felt like a woman in total control of her sexuality and I couldn’t wait to see if the written banter we had back and forth could translate equally as frisky in person.

My night went well. I met up with some girlies, we had some laughs and I even danced. I felt sexy without having dressed over the top. I felt witty and flirty with just the right amount of dirty thrown in. Don’t get me wrong;I was having a good time with the girls, but I kept flashing back to the kisses I’d had with Bentley and I found myself looking forward to midnight when I would phone Bentley and make the necessary arrangements.

Too soon or too late it was Midnight. I was nervous and excited and I left the pub in a flurry of activity. I dialed Bentley’s mobile and he answered right away.