“Why don't you tell your story for a change?” a good friend of mine asked me a while ago, to which I probably gave him a rather puzzled look. ‘What could be interesting about my story?’ I thought, but just shrugged my shoulders in response.
For a few days, this question didn't leave my head, until I really sat down to tell my story.
But first, let me introduce myself. My name is Isaiah (I know, a really great name), I'm already in the older semester. I have black hair, ice-blue eyes, and I make up for my small height with my big mouth.
“Isi! ISI!” my sister almost screamed into the phone, so that I thought my eardrums would burst. Exhausted from the night shift and lack of sleep, I grumpily asked what she wanted from me that was so important. Of course, she didn't get to the point right away, but first talked about everything under the sun. Until... until she finally got to the point and told me her great news. She had found a new RP chat and I had to register there immediately (!!!!). Yes, I confess. I'm into online role-playing games. But not to send figurines around, but written texts.
After a little back and forth, I actually registered.
There were a lot of idiots around, but also really good players. One of them caught my eye. I was captivated by his diversity and vocabulary. So I steered my character towards him.
I've never been one to be afraid of contact.
For some time, we played regularly until we arranged to meet outside the chat. At first only via the flower or other communication devices. But I became more curious. This guy I didn't know was on the same wavelength as me, but could still give a good counter.
Without realizing it, I kept thinking about him, which didn't go unnoticed by my best friend.
Sam, my best friend, wanted to know the reason for my change. So I met up with him and told him. I got a look of disbelief from almost black eyes, then the brown curly head shook grinning. Sam didn't need to say anything. He knew how to express everything with looks and gestures. I could really trust him with anything; after all, I've known the little guy since the sandbox.
Back then, Sam was one of my neighborhood kids. Four years younger than me, but pretty mature for his age. And he was damn good-looking. But back to my story.
I kept in touch with my ominous acquaintance, and couldn't wait until a message from him appeared on my screen. But sooner or later this wasn't enough for me (and apparently not for him either). I wanted to know more, almost everything.
So a meeting was arranged.
I don't need to mention that I was totally excited, right? Although it was totally embarrassing how I behaved, after all, I was well into my twenties.
We chose a small café. I was there half an hour before the appointed time and was already enjoying my second cup of coffee with lots of sugar when a voice tore me out of my thoughts.
“Isaiah?”
I looked up in amazement. Someone said my name, but I couldn't place the voice.
So I looked at the person and was struck dumb. On a tall, athletic body sat a head that knocked my socks off. Green eyes had a golden shimmer that fascinated me. And the guy had a mouth that was literally inviting you to kiss him.
It should be noted that I had long known that I was attracted to my own sex and had already come out.
I still couldn't stop staring at him until another question burst my thoughts.
“You're Isaiah, aren't you?”
“Yep, have a seat,” I offered him directly and pulled my legs up a little towards me. Yes, I liked to spread out under the table.
He sat down and ordered a coffee as well. For a while, we just sat there, talking over our cups.
I couldn't remember who started the conversation first, but suddenly we couldn't get enough of each other. We talked about our characters, discussed God and the world after death. Not a topic for me, I was a pagan. It was all just humbug to me.
After what felt like the twelfth cup of coffee, we said goodbye, at least in the real world. Because the chat continued directly.
And I had to talk to someone, right away!!!
I dialed Sam's number. After the third dial tone, the familiar voice answered.
“Yeah, bitter?” (he always said!)
“It's me, Isaiah.”
“What's up? You never call?”
“I met up with him.”
“With whom?”
“Kai, you idiot. Who did you think?”
“Oh? Tell me! What's he like?! Is he hot?”
I was almost tempted to say “yes,” but I just managed to pull myself out of the noose. And I told him everything. Really everything.
“Isi? You're in love!” he said with a laugh at the other end.
I almost dropped the phone in shock. What had the idiot just said? Just to be sure, I asked again.
“You're in love. You haven't raved about a guy or a woman like that in years. Go for it!”
“If only it were that easy,” was the only mental response. I said a curt goodbye and was left alone with my thoughts.
Was I really in love with Kai? Of course, he had been on my mind for quite some time. Now even more so, having seen him live and in color.
I suppressed the burgeoning feelings in the bud. Provoked an argument and showed him a side of me that he didn't know yet. Cold, heartless. In short, I had mutated into an asshole and liked the role. Even though my heart was melting with longing. It kept wanting to be with Kai. Wanted to hear his voice and be loved too.
To escape him, I used my free weekends to party... and for other things, of course null
It was in August when my heart suddenly took the lead. It didn't want to take a back seat any longer. So I wrote to him in a cloak-and-dagger operation about how I felt.
And I swear! I had never suffered as much as I did at that moment. There was no reply for days until a message suddenly appeared. He wanted to meet me.
The café was our meeting place again and I was there too early again.
But so was he this time. His eyes shimmered unfathomably when he saw me. My heart leaped. He looked so damn good in his jeans and tight T-shirt. Now you could really see that he did sports.
Not knowing what to expect, I sat down with him and ordered a coffee. There was silence between us. I, the bigmouth, couldn't get a word out.
However, he quickly recovered.
“Do you mean my message seriously?”
I didn't know what to say at first. I was too perplexed. Did the guy think I was walking down the street telling everyone I loved them?
“I don't joke about something like that and you know it,” I spat at him quietly.
“Calm down, Cian, (I hate it when you call me that!) I didn't mean to offend you. But it is a bit strange to fall in love with someone you've only seen once. Especially you, who doesn't believe in love at first sight.”
Now my patience was at an end. I slammed the coffee cup down on the table and stood up.
“You're right, Kai. It's damn strange.” With those words, I just left him sitting there and left.
I wanted to, at least, but at the door I was yanked around and felt warm lips on my lips. Lips that tasted of black coffee and slightly of tobacco. Which were so endlessly addictive. I returned the kiss, which I broke after what felt like an eternity.
“What is this?” I hissed again. Did I get an answer? No. Instead, Kai pulled me closer to him and kissed me again, and I was only too happy to return the addictive kiss.
Life couldn't be better at this moment. Really not.
A voice pulls me out of my thoughts, as do two warm arms hugging me.
“What did you say?”
“What are you writing?”
I look at the screen and smile happily. “A story about love at first sight and a love that withstood every storm.”
A gentle kiss hits the back of my head, because I lost all my hair a year ago. I gently take his right hand and blow a kiss onto the ring on his ring finger.
Yes, I am still with Kai and have been married for a year. There is still so much to tell.
But that's for part two....
I shoo my husband out of the room again, because I want to continue telling our story.
I quickly skim over what I have already written and have to smile. Our first kiss. A kiss that started it all.
It had been a week since I met Kai at the café and we kissed. A week of total stress and aching longing.
But now it was Friday evening. I finally had the weekend off again. I didn't have to work. And maybe I had time for Kai too.
That name haunted me for the whole seven days. It twitched when I just thought of him.
Michael, my roommate with whom I shared a house in the mountains, had persuaded me to turn night into day again. Just to enjoy life.
And there I was. In front of my three closets. Every single one was stuffed with pants, shirts and so on. Yes, I admit it. Shopping was my great passion.
Michael, meanwhile, had made himself comfortable on the couch in the room and kept eyeing me.
“Isi? You've changed quite a bit. What happened at the meeting?”
I dropped the pants I had just picked out in shock. I hadn't expected that question at all.
But maybe I should explain why. Michi and I lived together and partied together, but if we could avoid it, we kept out of each other's lives. We were loners, after all.
“What makes you think something has happened?” I hissed at him as I picked up the pants again and took a closer look. Dark denim, loosely fitting on the hips. Perfect. Now just find a matching top.
Michi stretched out on the couch, grumbling, and kept watching me, simply ignoring the tone of my voice.
“Well. You'd better stay at home this weekend, hole up in your realm and not be seen for a long time. You still look at pretty asses, but you don't go after them anymore.” That hit home! Had I really become like that? I never let anything get away and got what I wanted. Whether it was at a party or on my way home from work.
I ran my hand through my black shaggy mane and turned to Michi, who just grinned stupidly. He knew exactly that he had me in his trap.
I decided to do what I did best. Ignore people.
I'll skip the part where I got ready for the party night. It would take forever to describe that.
So there we were. Michi, Jonas, Maik and I. The bass was pounding out of the speakers around us, twitching and sweating bodies rubbed against each other on the dance floor.
I had to grin. Today the hunt would be especially fun.
Was I thinking of Kai? Well, we had kissed and we apparently loved each other too. But we weren't together. And, my goodness, I was young and wanted to let off steam.
And that's what I did that night. But the sex really hadn't been fulfilling. So Mr. X wasn't allowed to stay until breakfast, but had to go straight home. I had allowed him to call a taxi from my phone. But instead of sleeping, I sat down in front of the PC and waited...
and waited...
and waited...
until suddenly Eiskuh messaged me and said that someone was texting me. I clicked on the blinking something in my task list and grinned. So Kai was just as sleepless as I was.
Hesitantly, we began talking. Like two shy schoolboys, we eyed each other. Neither of us seemed to understand what had happened in the café.
I knew one thing though. I wanted him! And I was going to have him.
In my party mood, I asked him if he wanted to do something else. After all, the night was just beginning. He agreed.
I took a shower to feel fresh again, got dressed and got behind the wheel (sober!!!!).
We met on the bank of the river. I parked my car next to his. He was leaning against the bonnet, probably warming his backside with the hot metal.
As calmly as I could, I leaned over to him.
“Hey, you,“ I said quietly.
“Hey, you,” came the quiet reply, which made me grin. And a smirk also spread across his lips. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't really fit my type, which had changed fundamentally since Leon. Leon? Maybe I'll talk about him. But back to Kai. He was tall, muscular, and blond. But if you think that just means he's good-looking, you're wrong. Kai also had a lot on the brain. Talking to him about mundane things was really fun. So was the silence, as I noticed. It did me good just to feel his closeness. It made me calmer. My gaze wandered to the gently flowing water of the river. He followed his thoughts and I followed mine. We really hadn't spoken a word until the sun slowly appeared.
“What will happen to us now?“ Kai quietly broke the silence.
I sighed softly, knowing that this question would come at some point.
“I don't know, Kai. We know how we feel about each other, but will it work out for us?” I pushed myself off the hood and stretched extensively.
Inwardly, I asked myself the question. We were fundamentally different in our views, in our nature. Kai was the emotional one, I was the rational one. With him, it was often the heart that spoke, with me it was very often the head. He brooded, I acted. So how could a relationship develop from that?
“What if we just give it a try?” I heard the beautiful little voice from the side. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Kai. Try? We were grown men! But he looked at me so wonderfully naively right now. Damn it! That ass was really softening me up. I turned to him and let my hands slide over his ears to the back of his neck. He shuddered. So that was his sensitive spot, huh? I had to remember that. Without saying a word, I stretched out towards him. I felt his hands on my hips, and I suddenly became warm! So I didn't waste any time and kissed him, tenderly and gently. And I have to say, he tasted really heavenly!
A shout of “attack” rings through the room, tearing me out of my memories. Before I can understand anything, two little devils are sensed in the bed while a big devil is standing in the doorway laughing. My children are visiting me that weekend when I write down my memories. Jem (my oldest) and Mari (my... our little princess). Yes, I also had excursions into the ladies' world.
Before they wrecked my lap, I put it aside and let myself be stormed by both of them and used as a cuddly pillow.
My eyes wander to my husband, I see his dreamy look and fall in love with him all over again.
Every second weekend of the month, we became a small family. Times we all enjoyed. Especially the little ones. They are thoroughly spoiled by Kai!
Mari in particular likes to take advantage of this with her bright blue saucer eyes and black curls.
I push the princess onto my belly and stretch out my free hand to Kai. With a smile, he climbs into bed with me and snuggles up to us.
Now is no time to write down the memory... but to feel the present...
See you in part three!!!
