Strangers and friends

I wandered aimlessly in thee bushes, searching for a ray of light. The trees of the rainforest completely blocked out the sun and frankly speaking, there was no turning back now.
Its a little wonder how I got here if you ask me, I generslly say "generally" right before I tell s big lie but in this case, I tell the entire truth; I generally was "on my own" as we victims of circumstances tend you say.
Like something cut out of a movie, I was swept off my feet and flung into this situation. It started with a casual introduction that's led to this trap I can't seem to wriggle out off. This is uncharted territory to me I must say, borne out of pure curiosity and many splices of horniness.
For someone so pretty, I never envisaged it'll be this easy to circumvent her defences. In less than 2 weeks we were already chum chum with each other. She'd throw in the casual endearments when we text and the corresponding boners could cut diamond.
I thought the gods were playing a prank on me, every moment with ourselves deserved another, we delved into personal matters and the closer I got, the more enthralled I was by this radiant beauty. Her beauty transcends looks, it was ethereal; who am I kidding? It was out of my leave and yet here she was or at least I thought.
There's a lot of checks done by pilots/vehicle drivers before taking off but none more important than a reality check; for some it comes during moments of reflection while for others its an epiphany that hits them at a speed faster than @idikuci's swimmers. I must admit I missed some pretty glaring signs, perhaps her "when I was a guy" statement that I misconstrued to be some reincarnation type babble should have been enough(I was "booty" blinded).
I certainly wasn't going to belemo this shot, not every day one gets to be with a chick like this. It was the D day and we scheduled a "meeting" at mine, we've had many first dates and she often rebuffed my attempts to plant a lucky kiss on her but today was the day I would atleast get to first base, well at least thats the impression she gave me. Thirty minutes to D' O clock, my phone rings, she's calling, I pick up and she saydyshe outside so I brushed my place up a bit(its always a mess), gathered every ounce of composure that existed in my being and went out to meet her.
I saw her standing from across the street, looking so clandestinely beautiful. She flung her thick black dread locks to one side and saw me waving from across the street, she smiled, rocking a plaid gown with a purple and grey pattern and came over to me. I fantasized doing a lot of things to her as she made her way across the street, I figured I'd live my dream today.
The day proceeded quite well we had brainstorming sessions about issues we had no clue about(I mean politics), talked about religion(my lack of it), small talk basically. The day started getting dark and I hadn't made my move yet, every time I played the image of leaning over to kiss her, my heartbeat upped a tempo and it always ended in her slapping me. "It's getting kind of late" she said, I checked the clock and agreed. She reluctantly got up from my couch and I finally surmonned the courage to go for it, I leaned in and planted one on her. The moment got real steamy and my little boy got jumpy, sadly so did hers/his/its as I felt an extruded intruder protruding. The end!