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really meant what he'd said and would call me. And if he didn't, I knew I'd survive. I'd move on stronger and wiser. But I also knew I'd survive with a little ache in my heart. I'd never met a man I'd felt so strongly and instantly attracted to. I'd also never met a man who'd made me feel so special. I'd never met a man who'd taken me to such lofty heights of ecstasy in the bedroom, and on only our first night together.
                While applying a little eye shadow, I couldn't help but think about our bedroom activities in detail, my pulse accelerating. I thought about how Benito had held me close while we were kissing, one hand caressing my hip. My thoughts wandered, and I thought about how he'd looked naked, soft light illuminating his chiseled chest, defined abs, and strong thighs. I thought about how his rod-straight manhood, pointing right at the ceiling, had looked. I thought about how it had felt to have his head between my thighs, his mouth on my most sensitive parts. How it had felt to have him inside of me.
                But soon I threw the eye-shadow compact in my makeup bag, shaking my head. "No, Felicia. Better not to torture yourself with these thoughts until you know if you're even going to see him again."
                That afternoon at the barbeque, I jumped and ripped my phone out of my pocket when it rang, not really expecting a call from Benito so soon, but maybe just hoping a little bit anyway. But it wasn't him. It was someone asking if I was happy with my current phone plan.
                Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday went by slowly, Benito never far from my thoughts. I went to bed each night trying, but failing, not to think about him. Several times I dreamed about him holding me, both of us naked, our arms and legs entwined. I dreamed about him moving inside of me, my hands running up and down his broad back. I dreamed about both of our voices rising in cries of pleasure. I never wanted to wake up from these dreams, because I didn't know if they were all I'd ever have.
                Wednesday rolled around before I had a chance to meet Tasha for coffee and tell her what all had happened with Benito in any great detail. She'd been working a lot the previous few days, waiting tables, and we'd only been able to exchange a few quick texts.
                She sat sipping her latte, listening quietly. Way too quietly for her to not have something on her mind. And after telling her the most important parts about Benito's and my time together after the club, I asked her what she was thinking about.
                She stared at the foamy surface of her drink for a few moments, uncharacteristically silent, before lifting her gaze to my face. "Well...I guess I'm not even thinkin' about anything. I guess I'm just -- my mind's blown. Like, if my brain was a computer, the hard drive or whatever just been zapped."
                "What do you mean?"
                "I mean just, this whole Benito dude thing. My mind is just like, blown."
                "You're worried he's going to break my heart and put me into another tailspin, aren't you?"
                "Not exactly. My brain ain't even got that far."
                "Well, what, then?"
                "Girl, you just gotta give me a minute. I think I'm still in shock."
                "About what? That he was so good in bed? Or that I slept with him so quickly?"
                "Nope, neither of those things. I knew you needed to live it up, and I'm glad you took my advice. And as for him being good in bed -- "   Tasha gave me a sly smile and the hint of a wink. "I could already tell he would be just by seein' his moves on the dance floor. I  do got  eyes  on my face,  ya  know. None of that stuff's what I'm shocked about. None of that stuff's why I almost fell down the front steps just leavin' my building