Black Mascara (Part II)

To say that having all of this occur in a populated area turned me on is an understatement. With what little control I had left, I looked into her eyes and said, “How about we get out of here?” She paused for a moment then took me by the hand, leading us out of the club.1

When we stepped out, rain was falling steadily. It was cool and the air was fresh. Just have to love a 2 am rainstorm. Katrina looked beautiful, standing in the rain, with black mascara running down her perfect angelic face. Then again she always looked beautiful. No one was on the street, very interesting for a Friday…Saturday morning rather. Finally a cab pulled up, she smiled mischievously and stepped in. My heart raced I admit but not from nerves…from excitement.2

After giving the driver my address, I turned to see Katrina staring out the window watching the rain fall. A beautiful sight, seeing her like that. Stupidly, I had been staring for too long because she turned to see my gazing at her. Laughing to self, she leaned over and kissed me softly on the mouth. Now normally the smell of stale cigarettes and popcorn of a cab would disgust me, but it added to the moment really. Weird, right? Hesitantly, I placed my hand on her thigh, not sure whether or not it would be appropriate in a cab. And evidently it was appropriate because our kissed deepened and became almost greedy. But hey, I didn’t mind.3

By the time we reached the front door and hit my bedroom most of our clothes had been shredded off. We hit the mattress ferociously, eager to feel each others bodies. 4