First Taste
I’m sitting on a bar stool at the Applebee’s in Woodland Hills, hoping Holly actually shows up to this shitty mixer. She wasn’t at her desk when I left the office, so I didn’t get a chance for any final confirmation. If she doesn’t show, I’m going to pound my two free drinks and get the fuck out of here as soon as I can.
Most people blow these HR-sanctioned events off, but the usual crew that shows up to all of them is in attendance. Jim Treadwell from Accounting is sitting a few stools down from me. He’s probably fifty, hates his wife, hates his kids, works late every night, drinks at Applebee’s, Chili’s, or Cheesecake Factory every night with anyone who’ll join him. Stacey Primm from Legal is doing a shot and screaming, “Whooo!” like it’s spring break and she’s still in her twenties. She’s probably forty, has one of those weird long asses, and just seems like she’d be terrible in the sack. I wonder if anyone at work has fucked her and would be willing to fill me in. Randy Burke, also from Legal, is trying his hardest to be funny by yelling, “Next round’s on me, guys,” and holding up a drink ticket. No one laughs. He got caught chatting with a cam girl in his office last year, but it was after hours, and it was on his iPad instead of company property so he just had to take sensitivity training. He didn’t get fired, but everyone knows he was jerking off at work, which might be worse than getting fired. And Wendy Brills from HR walks up to me with her three chins and hands me my two drink tickets as she says, “Nice turnout. Thanks for making the flyers. I’d love to give you an extra drink ticket, but rules are rules.”
I take my drink tickets and use them to order two double J&Bs on the rocks from a cute waitress. I imagine fucking her in some back room or office that must exist somewhere in the Applebee’s. When she brings the drinks back, I pound the first one and plan on doing the same to the second when I feel a hand on my shoulder and hear Holly say, “Slow down, cowboy.”
I leave the second drink on the bar and turn to look at her with a smile on my face, but she’s not looking at me. She’s looking down at her phone, texting or updating her Facebook status or something. My smile fades away during the ten awkward seconds it takes her to finish whatever she’s doing on her phone. Finally she looks up and I put the smile back on. So does she. When she hugs me, when she presses those hard titties against my chest and rubs my lower back with more pressure than a casual work acquaintance should, I don’t give a fuck about the ten seconds she ignored me. I say, “Hey. Glad you showed up.”
She says, “I told you I was going to if you were going to.”
“Yeah, I know. I just didn’t see you before I left the office, so I didn’t know.”
“I’m a woman of my word.”
“Fair enough.”
“So how would I go about getting some of those drink tickets?”
Wendy is still a few feet away. I say, “Wendy, can Holly here get a few drink tickets?”
Wendy turns around and says, “Oh, sorry, we’re only authorized to give tickets to full-time employees. Interns don’t count.”
Holly looks at me with an exaggerated pouty frown and sad eyes. I say, “Here,” and slide her my other double J&B. She pounds it without batting an eye and says, “Okay, I’ll get the next round if you get the one after.”
“I’m game.”
For the next three hours we talk about a lot of things, none of which is my wife and children. She never leaves my side to talk to anyone else, nor does she stop texting or checking her Facebook for more than a minute. Nonetheless, we drink, we order appetizers, we get to know each other. Even though I’m positive she must know I’m married, it feels like a date.
As the Applebee’s staff initiates last call just before midnight, I look around and see that everyone from work has left, except for Jim Treadwell, who is polishing off what has to be his seventh or eighth screwdriver. Out of obligation I say, “Hey, man, you need a cab or a ride or something?” He looks at me and says, “Nah. My drive home is the last time I’ll have alone,” pounds his drink, unenthusiastically tosses a few bills on the counter without even waiting for his tab, and leaves. I can see myself becoming Jim Treadwell in fifteen or twenty years.
I say to Holly, “Last call. You want another one?”
She says, “No, I’m seriously hammered as it is. One more and I’ll be puking.”
“Do you need a cab or a ride or something?”
She looks up from her phone, smiles, and I think I detect some flirtation in the way she says, “Mmm, a ride home sounds like it could be fun.” I pay our tab and we walk out into the parking lot. She doesn’t seem that drunk to me until she stumbles and almost falls near my car. I put my arm out to help her get her balance. She laughs and says, “Almost ate shit. That would have been embarrassing.”
I open the passenger’s-side door for her and she gets in. As I walk around to the other side, all I can think about is what her ass must look like naked. I get in the car, start it, and reach for my seatbelt. Before I can click it into place, Holly says, “Hang on before you do that.” Then she leans over and kisses me.
My brain is on fucking fire. Her lips are so wet and young and she tastes like fucking Life Savers and bubble gum and booze. It’s a hundred times better than every time I’ve imagined it. Once I get past the initial lobotomy her kiss delivers to me I start remembering things. I have a wife. I have kids. That wife and those kids are at home, expecting me to be in that same home in the next thirty minutes to an hour. I pull back from her.
She says, “What’s wrong?”
I say, “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Yeah, you can.”
“Really, I don’t think I can.”
She takes my hand and slides it up her leg under her skirt, straight to her pussy. Her legs are smooth and tight and she’s not wearing any underwear and her pussy is wet. She says, “See how wet you’re making me? You can’t just leave me like this.”
The hard-on I get from this could dent a beer keg. She says, “So . . .” as she pushes my index finger into her pussy. It feels like a Chinese finger trap. Alyna is in my head telling me we need to go to therapy. My kids are in my head asking me why I came home so late. And ultimately Todd is in my head reminding me about Maria Reynaldi. I try to project myself into the future. If I don’t fuck Holly, will she become my Maria Reynaldi? Will I become Jim Treadwell at the end of the bar, doing anything I can not to have to go back home to my shitty family? Does Jim Treadwell have a Maria Reynaldi? Is that why he’s so fucking miserable?
Fuck it. I lean in and kiss her hard, pulling her mouth to mine. I rub her clit a little and whisper, “Is your roommate gone?”
She says, “Let’s just fuck here.”
I say, “In my car?”
“Yeah, let’s steam up these windows.”
It’s a terrible idea. I haven’t fucked in a car since college. I say, “Okay.”
We climb into the back and lay the seats down as far as they’ll go. It’s cramped, but it doesn’t matter. Without wasting any time, she unzips my pants and starts sucking my cock with an urgency that makes it seem like the world’s going to end if she doesn’t have my dick down her throat. She’s not great at sucking cock, but she does it like a porno movie. She spits on it, strokes it, then crams it down the back of her throat until she gags and her eyes water. It could feel better, but the enthusiasm is hot as fuck to me. I grab her hair and pull it just a little as she sucks my dick. She says, “Yeah, fuck my mouth.” I do.
After a few minutes, she comes up for air and says, “Fuck me.” I realize I haven’t even thought about rubbers. I know I don’t have any but I don’t care. I’ve already committed. If I have to fuck her without a rubber, I’ll just pull out and hope she doesn’t have herpes or AIDS.
She straddles me and hikes her skirt up a little, then reaches over to her purse and fishes around until she finds a rubber. This both relieves and alarms me. She’s clearly a slut if she’s carrying around rubbers in her purse just in case, but at least she’s a safe slut. She unwraps the rubber and rolls it onto my dick, then she moves her hips around and slides my cock into herself. Even with the rubber, I can tell her pussy is the tightest one I’ve probably ever had my dick in. I immediately wonder if this could possibly be true. How could it be tighter than my high school girlfriend, who was a virgin? I reason that it’s just in comparison to Alyna’s pussy, which has had two kids stretch it out beyond repair.
I reach around and grab her perfect ass as she rides my dick. She pulls the front of her shirt down so one of her tits is exposed, then reaches around the back of my head and pulls my mouth onto her nipple. She moans when I start sucking on it.
We fuck like this for about five minutes before she says, “Give me your finger.” I extend an index finger toward her. She takes my hand and sucks my finger, coating it in her saliva, then says, “I’m about to cum—stick it in my asshole.”
I say, “My finger?”
She says, “Yes.”
I slide my finger into her asshole. It makes her pussy even tighter. I think I can even feel my dick with my finger through her asshole. She says, “Yeah, that’s it. Now fuck me hard.”
I fuck her as hard as I can in the confines of my car. A minute later she moans louder than she has before and says, “I’m cumming. Oh god, I’m cumming.” Her whole body starts shaking. The realization of what’s happening starts sinking in. I have my finger in a twenty-one-year-old’s perfect asshole, my dick in her perfect pussy, and she’s cumming all over it. I blow my load instantaneously. We cum together.
She falls down on top of me, breathing heavy. She’s sweaty. Her hair smells great. I kiss her on the neck. She’s salty. I look at the ceiling of my car, and for a second I don’t think about Alyna and my kids. For a second I’m just happy.
Holly sits up and gets off my cock. She says, “That was seriously hot.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“Wow. I thought you would probably be good at fucking. I was right.”
“What made you think that?”
“The way you’re always looking at me like you want to fuck me.”
“You’ve noticed that?”
“Yeah, it’s hot. So glad I was right about you being able to fuck.”
“Well, you’re not too bad yourself.”
“Really? Did you like it?”
“Uh, yeah . . . were you not here?”
“Yeah, I obviously was, I just want to make sure you liked it.”
“I did. A lot.”
I look down at my shrinking dick in a rubber full of cum. I don’t really know what to do with it, so I roll down my window and fling it out into the parking lot. I’ve seen dozens of used rubbers in parking lots, and I always wondered what kind of animal would just toss a used rubber on the ground, what kind of a scenario would warrant such an action. I now have my answer.
I wipe my dick off with a blanket I have in the backseat and then toss it under the driver’s seat. We get out of my car, and Holly starts heading toward her car. I say, “Hey, don’t you still need a ride?”
She says, “No, I’m fine. I’m not even drunk. I just wanted to fuck you.”
My ego couldn’t be any bigger. I say, “Oh, well, oh. Okay.”
“So, I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
She gets into her car and drives away. I sit in the parking lot of Applebee’s for a few minutes, mentally preparing myself for dealing with Alyna. I reason that it’s doubtful she’ll suspect that this kind of thing could have happened, so she won’t ask any direct questions. She’ll probably be asleep, so I won’t have to deal with her at all, which would be the best-case scenario. But if she is awake, I’ll have to do some tap dancing to be able to get into the shower without suspicion. I contemplate calling Todd and asking him if I can shower at his place, but that would double my drive time back home. I decide to take my chances.
As I drive out of the parking lot, I think that, even if Alyna catches me, it was worth it, because I got to feel what it was like to be truly alive one more time.
When I get home, everyone’s asleep. I put my clothes in the washer and start a load. I take a shower. I sniff my fingers one last time before washing off the smell of Holly’s pussy and asshole. I crawl into bed next to Alyna without waking her up. I feel guilty, but the memory of Holly licking my finger before asking me to put it in her asshole makes me feel much better.