LENIEY AND I

"Right... left..." I started, trying to make Leniey focus as we entered the pathway towards my apartment. I was barely able to hold onto his weight, given that he was totally drunk and I didn't want to wake the neighbors with our conversations. Upon reaching the doorstep, I began searching for my key in my bag. Leniey steadied himself by laying his head on the door. When it opened, I saw him stagger inside and fall with a thud onto the floor. Thank God I had a carpet.

I tried steadying his legs diagonally as they held the space through which the door would pass. Closing the door, I knew the neighbors had heard the noise, as I heard one of them unlocking their door, as if checking what was happening outside. After locking the door, I looked at Leniey, who was helplessly laying down. His shirt was just one button closed, exposing his upper body, which was brown. Okay, there is nothing I haven't seen anyway, but I just stared sometimes a little; however, his trousers were well placed. So, after calling him a thousand times with no response, I decided to just sit on top of him to at least wake him up. What a silly idea.

So, I steadied myself and sat on top of him as he lay flat. I began shaking his head vigorously and weirdly entered my fingers into his mouth, trying to open his closed eyes. After a long trial and error, he finally opened them and just looked at me, that stare we always gave each other, filled with a lot of feelings. Then he lightly placed his hands on my hips, or rather thin waist, and we had a moment, just staring and looking at each other.

"Hey, we should go to sleep," I stated, which made him smirk a bit, and then he just looked at me again, his eyes staring deep into mine.

"I love your eyes, Angel, just like your name," he stated, which made me nervously smile and scratch my hand a little.

"You enjoy sleeping on the floor?" I asked him.

"With you like this, sitting on me in this manner, why wouldn't I enjoy," he stated without stuttering, and I somehow wondered if the drink had just flown away.

"Okay then, let me leave you here," I stated and started shifting myself. As I removed myself, he strongly steadied his hands and made sure I sat straight up at the center between his waistline and upper thighs. He was really looking at me, and I somehow felt what was happening. He steadily helped himself sit down, with me still seated, and we were somehow looking at each other. We were always this close, but today was the first time we were close alone, and sure, I was suddenly nervous. I was never nervous around him, but with him this close, it felt a whole different level. He looked at me intensely and deep, and then let loose his hands. "I'm sorry," he stated, catching me off guard. It was as if I shut down the mood right when it was getting started. I wanted to speak, but he somehow started helping me leave his lap. So, I just stood up as he stood, his legs still not that steady. He looked at me again, and how much I wanted to see if he was at least turned on because, honestly, with him, he just never needed to ask for permission. Every time he would stand back, it would be a real turn on because it just felt like he somehow never wanted it to feel one-sided or something of that sort.

He walked towards my bedroom as I entered the kitchen to make him some milk, which would help him lighten up from the drink. After finishing, I headed to the bedroom and found him checking his phone as I entered. He had removed his shirt and trousers, left with some black boxers on and his grey socks. I always knew he hated sleeping with a lot of clothes, but sleeping like this with our chemistry seemed really hard. I guess the drink had a little calmed as he could steadily use his phone. Or was he not really a mad drunkard, not like me, who would be vomiting all through or who would just sleep the whole day and night?

"Some milk," I stated, and I watched him raise his eyes to me. I wished he knew how hard I was trying not to really check him out, especially the areas in his boxers. The last person I had sex with was Kelv, and it sure had been a long time indeed.

"Thank you," he stated as I gave him the milk.

"Do you want a T-shirt to sleep?" I offered as he looked at me steadily, and then he just smiled. With that, I entered my closet to look for a lengthy T-shirt, maybe one that Kelvin usually wore when he was here. But I knew Leniey would never want to wear my ex's clothes. Even I would hate a guy who would give me a random girl's clothes to wear. So, I just took some Manchester United T-shirt, which I had not yet taken to the tailor to make some adjustments regarding slimming and shortening, and then gave it to him.

"You expect me to sleep with my team's jersey?" he asked, which made me just look at him without a word as I took it again and started looking for a black long T-shirt to give the arrogant man. So, I came out with one lengthy shirt, which actually belonged to him, as he had given it to me when we were dating back home in campus.

"I'm not wearing anything. I hate sleeping with a lot of clothes," he stated, and I just nodded as I returned it to my closet. I knew I needed to change, so I took my pajamas and went to the bathroom to change. I knew that was corny, but I just couldn't stand the thought of Leniey watching me change. After finishing, I entered the room and found that he had already finished the glass of milk and seemed to just wait for me.

"Should I sleep here or on the couch?" he asked, and after a little hiccup, stated, "I feel like I have offended you."

"No. No, you haven't. The milk was to help you a little," I stated without even knowing why I had become so defensive. With that, he climbed onto my bed as he first made space for me, then steadied himself beside me.

I never knew sleeping with a man would be hard until this moment. My thoughts were just a whirl, despite my back turned towards Leniey; it just felt difficult. I felt every movement, his breath steadying, his hands shifting, as if thinking of what to do. I wondered what was really going on in his mind, so I decided to turn towards him and was welcomed with his light eyes watching me. 'God, he was not asleep.' I just looked at him, and I literally saw his eyes shift to my lips, as he always did when he was starting to have weird and crazy thoughts in his mind. I knew if he dared touch me, I would not literally stop myself. I would just be really weak for him. Even Kelvin had never seen this side of me, this weak me when Leniey stares at me.

Lightly, he let his left arm touch my arm, as if a little caressing it, and I knew what would be next maybe; we would kiss or something, and I knew my eyes were already watery, something that always happened when I anticipated something sexual, or rather when I was aroused. He looked at my eyes again, and I could not maintain eye contact again, and he knew he had won the war, and his lips crashed into mine as our breathing started rising and falling, as if that was the thing we both anticipated and lived for. This round he was different, he was more confident than the first time we did it, but when we just took a break to gulp in air, he was shaking, and he lightly took my hand towards his pants, and God, he was already hard. He looked at me, and the way he lightly closed his eyes as I massaged his rock; he was a blessed man, that I would give him, but don't make me say whose between Kelv and he was. No, let me not think about that. All thoughts were on him, and I knew whose they were on as he helped me out of my pajamas, and the way he nervously shook, or was it something in him when he was turned on. He steadied me as he crashed his lips on me, and now I knew he wanted to taste me, taste everything in me, as he kissed the light spot on my neck, that he alone turned on, and I knew my little whimpers made him more hungry and want more. Those whimpers always encouraged him, and God knows how much he just made me even surprised at what my speeches echoed. He touched my breasts, and he smiled. He always loved them; even in meetings, he would always look at them. But this moment, it was no meetings. I also watched him, the way his Adam's apple rose up and down, and the way he watched me

 "I want to touch you Angel, I really want, I really want." He growled.

His voice was not the thing I wanted, I was turned on, and my folds were already aching, but he just seemed not to really want to do it. For he stopped himself after removing my pajamas, and nor did he not remove his pants. 

"I am drank, he stated, I want to do to you things when am sober,"

I tried to catch him, as if telling him, sober will come, am really turned on, but he just laid himself on the side and slept, as a swift of sadness formed my face. Oh God, Leniey.