Christmas Day, 2019

(The unforgettable...)

What  a bloody cold and wet evening... 

I thought they were calling for snow tonight...! Then he shoved around his freshly washed black hair in front of the mirror, reeking of L'oreal blue gel. Then heavy white towel dropped to the floor but he rather ignored it and walked across the  bedroom and flew off onto his white bed his golden skin glistened in the soft light..., then he turned his long naked body and just stared at the ceiling.

Blinking. Blinking.

The phone was buzzing annoyingly across the silky bed. I knew it...! It's him! 

No! 

Just No! 

Just big fat fucking NO! 

Not tonight, not this year. I would rather die tonight than going to that god forsaken Christmas dinner with his two crazy unmarried sisters like Marge Simpson's cartoon characters. 

Fuck him.

Sooooo horny though...

He smiled to the new moulded ceiling and suddenly still stiff naked, sprung like a soldier and dashed to the closet and ripped off the Banana Republic black bag and a shinny black cashmere and confetti of white oil papers  jumped out into his fragrant face.

Ok, brand new black pants are on and the brand new v-neck black sweater clung perfectly on his stomach. Now what? Hey, a hot roast beef sandwich with au jus don't sound too bad..., their coleslaws are the best in Brooklyn. But he went back to the bed and sat, and threw his back on the wet white sheet again and spread his long muscular arms like a wild eagle.. But now he brought his hand slowly and up to his thigh and he touched and squeezed himself..., rubbing and caressing his brand new slippery zipper.

Still so horny though. Now he's horny, and starving, all at the same time, right on Christmas day. He reached his long hand for the phone: 10:34PM. Fuck it! and he jumped up and grabbed the keys and his thin wallet off the dresser and dashed out to the front door-, that was when she appeared out of the blue moon, walking..., prancing in her short trench winter coat with her knee-high boots, right there on his sidewalk and she just passed him as he was locking up. He couldn't believe himself he was not dreaming. Then he saw a black rose fell out of her purse or something so he chased up to her and stopped to pick it up and called out for her.

"Excuse me...! Miss..!! He shouted but rather in a low voice. "You dropped this.." And held up a thick and velvety hair tie in his big hand. 

...And she smiled as she walked back slowly toward him...

"Thank you..." She said, her voice was deeper like a serious person but she gave the warmest bright smile, the air suddenly was balmy in her presence..., and the rain has stopped.

"You're welcome..." His heart skipped a rhythm when he said it as her long fingers in sexy red leather gloves were coming to reclaim her property and she kept smiling at him as she turned her back, her shampoo smell almost brushed on his face.

"But wait- I uhh,...! Omg I am sorry to say this, but you are..,, very,, cute.." Then his face turned red like shit thank God it was at night he would never have treated a woman in such a way. But she still smiled at him her eyes were so happy they danced to the Christmas carols, and said; "Well you're rather dandy looking yourself.."  And they both smiled and laughed like its already New Year's eve.. But they both stopped suddenly and became sad as she was about to turned around and part away again. "Wait-!" he called. That's the second time he was behaving rudely to her but he just can't help it- there is no time to think he was in the state of winning-desperation. "Would you um..., would...,, would you like,, to go get a drink.., or something with me?" There he said it so what if he dies tonight of great humiliation.

"Why, wait- what- now???" She said with immense surprise and he was about to fall down but managed to gather every ounce of his energy and to his last dying shot he said; "Yes, now." -And she burst out laughing she was so naughty like a boy and said nervously, "why- but we don't know each other, and it's Christmas, where can we go?", and argued that no place is open. "And I just had enough already for the evening of festivity I think..." But she smiled when she said it.

"Fine, so just one drink, I promise. 

Jack Sparrow down to road is open." Then he grinned like a silly bugger and proceed to introduce himself; "I'm Dam.."

"Damn"?? She said and chuckled nervously. "Yes, but without the "n" and with less cursing tone..." He said and smiled to her smokey eyes as she smiled back to his he swore he could've soiled his brand new pants.

"I see..., I'm Ashley..." She said and finally extended her slender arm and they shook hands. He did not waste one second and motioned his other hand to lead their new journey together; "After you."

The cozy basement bar was fucking packed when they arrived, smokey with classic Christmas jazz echoed in cozy amber lights it touched every heart with it's romantic trumpet sound as they plowed their way to the stools. "Welcome to my home for Christmas." He said cordially as they sat down, with the very busy bar tender kept giving them i'll-be-right-with-you finger gesture. 

She ordered a pink martini, he had a Stella, With the first sip and after "so-what-do-you-do-for-work", question, they knew one drink was not gonna cut it, coz they knew they were meant for each other. He's a Singaporean chef at Seri Mersing, she's a Filipina catering pastry chef. He studied public health but always had his heart on a great wok and sharp knives, and she was an orphan, parents died in a car crash in Cebu but is too happy and loved by her aunt and three cousins, though far, out west in Cincinnati. Have a boyfriend? Not tonight, tonight let's not talk about boyfriends or girlfriends. Perfect! It's Christmas anyway. He thought right away that they should just get married and open up their own charming cafe, and that was when the second drinks began. And her laughter..., omg her laughter, so cute she would make that deep growling sound sometime like a little boy.., like Miley Cyrus' voice or something. And her hair.., it shined by the warm gas fire place at the corner of the pub..., there's absolutely nothing inadequate about her that he would ever wanna change.. 

-They closed the bar and after 6 rounds later, they were back in front of his building where they first met three hours ago. Moments were so intense as they stopped and looked at each other's face. "How'bout another last one for the road..?" He said but she was full of excuses suddenly like she was afraid of something..., Like getting caught or something..., or maybe just her conscience? But how can that be, she stayed all this while so why shouldn't she want to spend a moment longer? He was so drunk and happy maybe even to spend the night? Sure she works tomorrow but not until 3 so big deal? And she was drunk too..! "Please sayanggg..." he begged but desperation is now old he's all about confident, thanks to the great Belgium beer. But she still being weird and said nervously, "There's something I wanna-" but that was all too late as his head already got too close to hers now, and her perfume was too heavenly he couldn't give a shit about anything so there they went and just started kissing, , right on the town! kissing, stumbling, fumbling for his keys at his new door again- and into the apartment! But they couldn't even stop so they continued kissing so greedily as they impatiently trying to let each other off of their coats- "I wanna te-", she gasped,, "Shhhh.." He protested so they kept kissing, her black coat dropped to the floor and her sexy body shimmered in her soft pink mini dress, he just grabbed her from behind and she jumped happily onto his cradle and wrapped her high black boots tight around his waist as he back-kicked the door behind shut! Something's hard- but they kissed and sucked on each other like they were pissed drunk as they turned, swirled and twirled like music box until he stumbled upon huge brown boxes everywhere on the living room floor. He removed his wet mouth from hers to finally gasp some air and whispered his strong beer breaths to her "Sorry i just moved in..." He said in the shadow of the street lights, smiling and kissing with their wet breaths steaming up their hot faces as she kept twirling and spinning around on his hips until they arrived in the bedroom and landed on his dry white bed but something's still rubbing as she rides on his hard stomach so he just lifted her short sexy dress,, and his face just turned white like death as he looked up-and-down-, gawking at her coy face in shocking heart attack-, and all he could utter in amazement was; "Omfg,,- baby you got dick..!"