The Arab men I hooked up with, woah
So my first habibty was my senior year. I can't remember how we met, but he went to a neighbouring school.
To be honest, I didn't think much of these Arab boys romantically; mainly because they kept to themselves, their families kept them out of afterschool/social events, (shamefully) other kids would taunt them with racism & xenophobia.
But this was 2009! This generation had spent almost a decade in a 'Western' country, and when I tell you these kids, and their older brothers, were wanting to let loose.
So cut to, I think we met at a party, but this guy and I strike up a conversation about Garlic of all things. We're getting along like a house on fire, when he asks me how to pronounce 'fiddle'.... please keep with me, I promise he fucks my brains out, just hang in there.... and I notice that he does have an accent. I ask him qs to get to know him better; bearing in mind, I wasn't flirting with him, intentionally, I was just getting to know him. He tells me he's Iraqi, that his family were refugees when they settled here a few months before 9/11, and just how it was for him growing up here etc etc.
We were chatting Kathys so much, I didn't realise it was only us outside on the porch and everyone (that was left at the party) had moved inside. It was a little chilly and this man grabs a blanket from out of nowhere and asks if I want to join him; I AM STILL FUCKING OBLIVIOUS AT WHAT HE'S DOING, I JUST GOT TO KNOW THE GUY AND HE SEEMED LIKE A SOLID STAND UP DUDE, GETTING UNDER A BLANKET WITH HIM ON A NIPPY NIGHT, SITTING ON A SWINGING BENCH ON A PORCH AT A PARTY SEEMED VERY PLATONIC TO ME; KEEPING IN MIND I WAS 17, HAD GOTTEN MYSELF IN TO A STUPID SITUATIONSHIP IN MY JUNIOR/THE PREVIOUS YEAR, THAT I HAD JUST BECOME COMFORTABLE WITH BEING FRIENDS WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX WITHOUT INVOLVING SEX; anyway, we're under the blanket, and I'm just intoxicated by his perfume/cologne/soap- WHATEVER- but you know what I mean right?!??!? These Arab men smell, amazing. It was musky, with sandalwood, a light rose whisper and *droooool* just, mhmm. At this point, he has his arm around me, and all I'm taken a back by his smell.
I don't know what possessed me, but it just fell out, and I audibly sniffed him and blurted, "Wow.... you smell amazing, what is that??" Motherfucker angles his face away so his jawline and neck are in my face, while his arm pulls me in closer so I can take another whiff (fuck I'm embarrazzzzed thinking about this and retelling it...) and he says something, I think some explanation of what he's wearing; but all I notice are his nice teeth, surprisingly smooth skin, long spider long lashes and his gorgeous gorgeous nose. YKWIM.
Biiiiihhihihitch, when I tell you silly school girl, I mean setting a gender back a few waves, because I couldn't remember what he was saying to me
Before I know it, we're staring into each others eyes, I notice how big his hands are because his left arm that's around me is fully copping my left boob, easily, his right hand is caressing my face and he's maneuvered his left leg under both my knees, so now I'm on his lap. Full, on, make, out, session.
BUT THIS GUY
the way he
this wasn't like a kiss; this was a
K I S S S S S S.... like it was my first time. Kissing a boy I mean. It was wet enough, like dew after a refreshing spring shower; his tongue, massaging knots I didn't even know were in my mouth; his breath, weird thing to describe but it was like his breath was taking mine away; not to mention when he ran his hand from my face through my hair to pull my head back so he could look at me roll my eyes back while he whispers assertively to look at him, only for him to then plunge his tongue into my mouth making me moan mufflingly and involuntarily. I'm at this guy's mercy, which I don't mind, but my arms are somewhat restricted, and as I'm struggling in some form of ecstacy, all I can grab onto are the back of his hand/forearm and his (what I'm now realising) really hard, strong and lean bicep.
My moans are getting a little more lounder, and this slick bitch starts leaning onto me, having his arm move down to my waist, my moans getting more louder, his breath taking more of mine, me moving my legs so he can get betwe- Then we hear the porch door open, followed by laughter.
I did not think it was possible to move so quickly, but boy, the Olympic medal and Bafta we should've gotten that morning.
Anywho, our friends came out for a sesh, the party petered out we exchanged numbers and planned to meet-up the next week when we're both free.
A day later, my mother covered a night shift, so I hit him up. I thought the mother fucker drove to mine, because he lived about 25mins away (walking) and not even 5mins after texting him, he was knocking at the door. Bitch sprinted... Ion know what it was, but that made me more hornier for him. It was a very magical night.
Did I mention when I was sitting on his lap, that I thought his phone was weirdly shaped because I thought I was breaking/had broken it? Because I felt it in his pocket??
