So this story is about my ex’s cousin. Let’s just name this cousin, David.

*let’s name my ex, T

Unlike David from the story of David and Goliath, this David, is NOT courageous.

How did we meet?

I hosted a party and David came as a plus one of T’s invite. He walked right into the party and to my surprise, he gifted the party with a…

bottle of aguardiente (for those that don’t have a Colombian friend, it’s some hard liquor of its own that tastes like black licorice).

My first impression of T’s cousin; one, he knows how to party. two, he’s nice enough to share with strangers.

How did our friendship come to fruition?

I would see David at all the family functions that T brought me to. Since David was really the first family member I met, these events were easy breezy (cover girl – I had to lol). Our friendship went from just talking at family events to causally talking through social media. Our conversation topics consisted of art, photography, and books. We never talked about T.

Post-break-up with T.

David and I still communicated.

We remained friends.

We met up here and there.

Our first encounter took place at a hookah lounge.

We had a good time. A great time.

A deeper bond was developing from this moment.

We sat down, sharing our space on the comfy lounge couch.

The way our eyes locked with one another, I felt some sort of peace and comfort. However, my anxiety would kick in and remind me that David is T’s cousin, and “that nothing is allowed to happen” between us (that would be wrong, right?).

As the impure thoughts ran in and out of my thought bubble, I was distracted by David. He inhaled the sweet tobacco flavor into his lungs slow and steady. As he exhaled away from my direction, I started pouring the next round.

We talked the night away. I remember him saying that he didn’t find it odd that we were hanging out because of T and me. I agreed and we took the shot.

Time got away from us. It was getting time to head home before the liquor gave me the courage to bring those thought bubbles to life.

Our bodies complained as we said our goodbyes. Our conversation concealed the unspoken truth behind “It was so good to see you” and “I had fun tonight”. Distracting our bodies from what they craved – each other.

He walked me to my car and left me with; one, big bear hug. two, a sweet kiss on the cheek. three, a compliment.

I got into my car with a natural blush and a smile on my face. UGH! effing David! He had me thinking about him for the rest of the night.

Goodnight David, it was nice seeing you. sweet dreams.

Why as girls, do we tend to want what we can’t have. Of course, we strive to attain the unattainable. WHY? It’s quite annoying. Anyways, with that in mind, I made it my mission to at least kiss him the next time I saw him. I didn’t care anymore about T being related to David.

The next time.

It was a typical night for me. I had just left the gym but was still parked outside. Before I put the key in the ignition, I stumbled upon David’s Snapchat story. He was currently cooking and I jumped at the opportunity to talk to him. I started the conversation with a simple reply to his story,

“Thanks for the invite.”

He replied within 30 seconds,

“Come over.”

I don’t recall confirming, but I was already on the road.

I  felt all the butterflies in the world flapping their wings uncontrollably, as I slowly drove up to his driveway.

August summer nights were coming to an end, as September started to blossom in. I blocked the nice breeze by closing my sunroof and sat in my car debating how to tell David I was there. The sunroof, fully closed, helped snap me back to reality then, I hit send. (here goes nothing)

David came outside to walk me in. I patiently sat in my sweaty gym clothes as David finished serving us. Before he sat down to join me at the kitchen table, he offered me some wine.

WHY????

I nodded a very enthusiastic yes, (Like helloooo, is that even a question, pour that wine and keep it coming. I’m feeling a little courageous tonight and the wine will help me with my mission). This night just turned into a date night.

I could already feel myself getting tipsy AS HE WAS POURING, I hadn’t even had a sip of wine and my bitchass was already feeling light. That’s how nervous I was.

Right after our dinner, for some odd reason, we took our date night – out. We went to his friend’s house for a little That 70’s Show type of hangout. The vibes were chill and not forced. David and I had a good time hanging out with his friends, even if it was for a little while.

September started lurking in, which gave David and me a reminder that it was time to head home. As he drove us back to his place, we had all the windows opened, including the sunroof. We started talking about the stars and the endless possibilities we are gifted by this universe. We had a fun playlist going and our connection was steadily growing. Especially at that moment.

David parked the car in his driveway and at the same time, we shifted our bodies towards each other. The middle console didn’t stop us from growing closer and closer.

Yes, we got a little too close, closer than we’re used to.

When our faces touched, there was no turning back.

Our lips were already talking with each other before I could even think about the possibility of what was yet to come.

His hand grabbed my face…then, slowly started going down my face to my right arm. Once he reached my right hand, he pulled my hand toward his waist. Then placed his free hand on my back…. then my lower back. He kept going until he reached what he was craving – my ass.

He pulled me in – my chest touching his.

Passion.

Latinos know how to break it down on the dancefloor and in the bedroom. David’s hands were all over my body and his lips were kissing areas that no longer embodied my lips.

We were heated!

My ex who? T who? Cousins, what? David was definitely not thinking about T, and neither was I.

He started to go under my shirt and slyly went under my sports bra. He then tugged at my shirt, indicating he wanted it off. I pulled away from his tongue and with my eyes told him to go to the back seat of the car (yes, we were still parked in his driveway). I took my shirt off before I joined his shirtless self in the back. When I got a glance at his tan and sculpted torso, my mind left. I couldn’t help but accelerate the process and, fuck it, my pants came off as well. I want what I want. I was on a mission which at this point extended to a different mission.

*TOP SECRET*

A top-secret mission.

As he saw my excitement, I could see HIS – through his sweats. Those damn grey sweatpants.

I finally made my way to the back seat. The opened sunroof made for an easy transition, as I was able to seductively pass to the back. We wasted no time, I was on top of him, kissing his face slowly as I reached his neck. I tickled his neck once more before I moved to his chest. I teased David with a few more kisses before I glided my lips down his abs.

I stop suddenly and tugged at his sweats. As I untied the strings that locked his pants on, I looked into his eyes, softly saying, “soo, why are your pants still on if mine is off? That’s not fair” He replied with a smirk and a plea for help, “I need your help taking them off.”

I didn’t hesitate one bit, and those grey sweat pants and boxers were thrown to the front seat so fast, they almost went flying out the sunroof.

I climbed on top…

And well, use your imagination to finish the story.

Maybe listen to the song Pony by Ginuwine.

Before we said our goodbyes that night, we joked about how there was no better way to close out August and begin September.

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You would think David and I are still friends after this or maybe a little something more.

PLOT TWIST

Unfortunately, that night ended with just a kiss. Turns out our sweet little David, started a rumor about getting in my pants. When that never happened! So I figured I just make up what he wished had happened. Sorry to tell you David, but I wasn’t there when you apparently had sex with me. Please tell me how your experience with me was because I would love to know my rating. Was it Five stars worthy?

With much love,

E. Barona