Chemistry
an excerpt

Chemistry

WARNING: Some language and events in this story may be considered offensive and inappropriate. If you have a problem with that, FUCK OFF…

Chapter one: Desire's Discovery

Touching. Caressing. Grasping. Gasping. Shouting. Crying. Smiles. Tears. Kisses. Hugs. Clutching. Pressing. Pushing. Shoving. Trembling.
Release

Never in all the stories I've read, have I known of a love so strong. A love to end all other hook ups and break ups. A love not so pure
A love between me and two men...

It really began when I started going out to clubs. Being new to the age of twenty one, I viewed the clubs that served alcohol as some sort of new heaven to which I now belonged. I took to partying in my free time and only came back to reality to stumble my way through the rest of college and to make money at work. But mostly, my life was about living it up, making the most of what I knew to be the prime of my life.
I was young, I was beautiful, and I was a social butterfly.
I was never really in a serious relationship at that stage. Don't get me wrong, I always had my entourage to accompany me wherever I went, and I never had to sleep alone if I didn't want it. I just wasn't into the kind of committed relationship that would keep me from exploring and running wild.
That is, till I met Alex.
Alex was one of the regulars at Starlight, a club where I went to most days of the week. Eventually, I applied for and received a job as a waitress there so I didn't have to travel too far between work and play. He was tall and toned. Not too buff, and he looked like God had thought of the best physical traits a man should have and put them into one guy. In other words, he was hot.
And he knew it.
Girls were nothing uncommon to him. They were always there. A constant. So I decided to become something different. I did what any other girl would do, I played hard to get.
When he smiled at me, I gave him a quick smile and turned my back. When he walked towards me, I turned to talk to my friends. When he talked to me, I was polite, but I never let on that he was succeeding with me any more than the other guys I had in my company. As time went on, he became more and more obsessed with getting to me. I knew, because he would start talking to me and only me. His eyes would search the crowd as soon as he came in, and finally rest on me, never leaving the entire night. I was different. I was a challenge. I was the unknown being that sidestepped his every move. I was everything he wanted in a woman.
And he was everything I wanted in a man.
He was beautiful, with brown hair and dark eyes. He could dance. The way he moved his body was literally like sex on hardwood. His eyes were seductive, the way he touched, sensuous. He knew the right drinks to order, and how to treat a girl. Most of all, he wasn't in any way arrogant or obnoxious. He was down to earth, and played sports. He had more of a life than just bars and girls. Apparently, he had a sports scholarship at the local university, and he knew his classes well.
Did I mention he was hot?
After a few months of playing the game, I finally accepted his invitation to dinner, and there the relationship started. Amazingly enough, I forgot my wild girl days and enjoyed in his solo company. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed going to the bars to get drunk with my friends, but this time it was different. I no longer flirted with the boys, and my entourage quickly melted away at the sight of my newfound boy.
He treated me well, and we got along great. We didn't like everything the other did, we weren't twins in spirit or anything, we just knew what we wanted as well as what the other wanted. We were comfortable and I was in love.
We were dating for about two months before he graduated from taking me to a dinner and a movie and started taking me to places a little more fancy. There were art galleries all along the block that led to my apartment, and I was a frequent visitor, so he knew better than to take me there. However, I was highly impressed when he took me to a new play that was being performed at the theater in the next city. The writer, Christopher Brady was using this play as his debut, and I was surprised to find he was young.
Twenty-two years young.
I was even more surprised when Alex told me that he was friends with the stage manager and that we would be able to meet the members of the cast and crew. After the performance, we made our way down to the stage, and I talked to each of the performers, telling them how much I admired their abilities, talents, et cetera. The lead male was well chosen, as was the female. The story was a modernized version of Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night's Dream," with Broadway taking the place of the Duke's castle, and a typical suburb for the forest. I enjoyed the subtle dialogue and the twisted series of events, though I was afraid that most went over my escort's head. He wasn't exactly the brightest individual, but his looks could definitely get him places. Besides, he looked even more adorable when he was confused.