birthday boy

C turned off the light and put on some music. classic rock on the radio. the street light was strong enough for me to see the contour of his body, face, lips, wonderfully full lips and the shadow of his eyes. He was a faun.
His nineteenth birthday party has ended with us in a beautiful bedroom where he told me he hated his father. the same father who paid $20000 for this lavish birthday party. New York kid, C thought he owned the world. I liked his cocky manners, his lies about how strong and interesting he was and his ideals. I touched his hairless skin. We kissed. We snaked around in that huge bed. I got naked and he wanted to show me how rough he liked it, but he didn't quiet know where to start.
I told him he was beautiful. He said I was the only one complimenting him on his birthday. He said he plays with girls and teases them. He said he doesn't care. He was testing my muscles, my strength in a fight that had very little to do with violence and a lot to do with love. He wanted to pin me down and win the game. He wanted to do a line of coke in front of me just to see my reaction. I said I was a good girl.
He said he didn't like to please a woman. He thought I was there to please him. C is the same boy who shared my interests in exotic places and books that no one reads. He said he was a business man and that I should be his whore. We dressed up and played Pretty Woman for a little while. When we couldn't hold a straight face anymore, we exploded into laughter, kissed and told each other I love you, like in a perfect romance story.
he told me to stay the night: "You don't have shit to do tomorrow. Stay" I said I was tired and didn't want to sleep with him because it was hot and sticky and because I don't like to be held while I'm asleep. He called me a monster. I put my clothes on and walked to the door. He blocked me and took my skirt off, got on his knees and with his tongue and lips sucked and kissed and teased my pussy. I let him do. He put one finger inside me and started to move it up and down. i told him that if he wouldn't stop, I'd come. he made his big eyes and continued. I came. Standing up against the door, my skirt to my ankles, lit by the street light and through the notes of a mars volta song.
he stood up, wiped his mouth, went to the coke tray and did one more line. "there's nothing to do in this shitty town, the night's still young", he said. I pulled my skirt up and walked out of the apartment.
he sent me a text message: " Never leave me alone on my birthday. Bitch!"