*Kale
The second I’d set her down, she fixed her clothes, sliding her skirt down in place. All the while she refused to meet my eye, until we were standing there, in the darkness of a smelly alleyway, in silence.
I was certainly no fucking Casanova, huh?
I could’ve done better than this.
“Well,” she finally started, clearing her throat, “thanks for that. I should, uh, get going –”
“You seriously going to ditch me?” I cut in, astonished.
Her cheeks were red. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here. “Um, well, that’s usually what happens after a hook-up, right?”
Jesus.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets and stared down the alleyway. I didn’t know the girl. Didn’t know a fucking thing, but I felt this weird as fuck ache in my body at the thought of her leaving and never seeing her again.
I never spared a girl a second thought before, but the way she looked at me as I fucked her, muddled my thoughts. Admittedly, I was curious about her. She was a mystery of sorts, and I wanted to know more about her. About why she fucked men – because surely I wasn’t the only one she’d used – to try and forget.
What did she want to forget?
“Don’t,” I found myself saying. “Let’s go for a walk or something. I don’t know.”
She just blinked at me in surprise. “A walk?”
“Yeah.”
Now her gaze travelled up and down my body, but it wasn’t in a heated way. She was suddenly wary. “You know, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll just –”
“I’m harmless,” I cut in, smiling at her. “If I wanted to axe you to pieces, I’d have dragged you to my torture chamber before I fucked you against this wall, right?”
She didn’t respond for a moment. Her hand went up to her forehead, and she rested it there like she was taking her own temperature.
“Yeah,” she mumbled, “I’m sorry. I know that, it’s just… I’m pretty drunk.”
“You and me both.” Although, at this point, I realized she was far drunker than me, which was a shame.
“I’m going to forget all about you by the morning, so it’s really pointless sticking around.”
I felt panicked by the thought. Fuck, what the hell had gotten into me?
“Am I that forgettable?” I teased, though it pained my ego to think it.
Her eyes widened in alarm. “Oh, no! You’re incredible. Your package is… wow, I felt it a long ways inside!”
I laughed. This girl.
“What I mean is, I’m so drunk, like, I’m hardly going to piece this shit by tomorrow. It happens all the time.”
“What does exactly? The drinking, the hooking up, or the forgetting?”
She paused, her cat-eyes moving from side to side. “All three.”
I didn’t have an immediate response for that. She suddenly looked regretful for answering. She looked down at the ground, growing increasingly uncomfortable.
“I do all three too,” I then said, quietly. “When you have no meaning in life, that’s sort of what happens, right?”
Her face looked back up to mine, appearing grateful at my understanding. “Yeah,” she agreed, softly.
“The past catches up to you, so you make a break for it and go out for a night. Get smashed, meet some person your body wants a taste of, and then you crash hard the second you get home. By morning, you feel emptier than ever.”
She swallowed hard, and her eyes misted just a little. “Yeah,” she repeated.
“So let’s break that habit,” I said, sounding more hopeful than I intended. “Instead of ditching me, how about we go back inside? We’ll dance some more, drink a bit more, and talk. Yeah?”
That seemed like a better offer. She nodded slowly. “Sure, my friends are probably wondering where I am. Are you here with yours?”
I shook my head. “Nah, I wanted to go out on my own.”
Didn’t need fake people tonight.
We returned to the club. She went off to speak with a couple of her friends, girls that equally looked as down on their luck as her. I grabbed a shot at the bar as I watched her converse with them, and I slammed that vodka down, unable to look away. The alcohol burned down my throat, making me warm everywhere.
When the girls left her to dance, I went to her. The second we returned to the floor, her arms wrapped once more around me, and it felt good.
Too damn good to forget.
*
I’m not sure how we found ourselves alone again.
Did she take me to the bathroom, or did I take her?
It was all a fucking daze. We were so unbelievably drunk, nothing made sense anymore. But neither of us cared.
One minute we were dancing, and the next we were in a toilet stall. It wasn’t hygienic, but fuck hygiene when you have a solid 20 out of 10 babe sitting in your lap, undoing your pants again.
She pulled out my hardened cock and slipped my condom on. I grabbed at her ass, positioning her over me before she sank down, taking me into her wet little pussy. She threw her head back and I buried my face into her breasts, licking at her exposed cleavage. She moved up and down, and I helped her along, thrusting in and out of her.
We were a tangled ball, and she held me tight again. Even tighter than before.
I was her shield, remember?
I sucked at her throat, licked along her collarbone as she rode me, losing herself completely. It was beautiful, in a messy fucked-up kind of way.
We didn’t speak. We just quietly moaned and breathed hard, completely aware of the people moving in and out of the toilets, no doubt aware of us. We didn’t care. And I loved that about her.
Krisa riled me up.
She was reckless, like me.
She loved to drink, like me.
We were two poisonous substances, mixing together like a fucking cocktail.
It was bad, but I sensed we loved bad.
“That’s it, kitten,” I whispered into her ear when I felt her muscles clench. “Come all over my dick. Come on.”
Her fingers painfully dug into my back as she came hard, shaking above me, looking like a goddamn goddess with her sweaty hair half covering her sweet face.
I followed straight after, coming so hard, I felt my own body tense from the intensity.
Wow.
Fucking wow.
She collapsed against me, her fast heart beats matching mine.
“You’re incredible,” I muttered to her. “Fucking perfect.”
She was.
She was the kind of girl you could fuck a hundred times and never get bored.
I just knew it.
“That was intense,” she whispered, giggling a little.
She pulled away and I looked up at her glowing eyes. I couldn’t part from this. No fucking way. She had to come home with me.
Had to.
It was a must.
So I fucking told her, “Come home with me.”
She paused and her smile slowly faded. “To do what?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Let’s fuck again or something. Anything.” It troubled me that I didn’t care. The warning signs were there. I was interested in a girl for a little more than sex, and it made no sense to me.
She shook her head slowly. “Can’t. I have to get back to my own place.”
Before I could protest, she slowly moved off of me, and my cock plopped out of her, feeling miserably alone once again. She fixed herself up a second time, and I stood up, disposing the condom in the toilet before flushing it. As I tucked myself back in, I stared at her in the cramped space, and she was avoiding my eye.
“Give me your number at least,” I said, desperately. “We can do this again, kitten.”
She nodded. “Okay, we can do that.”
My heart burst. What a strange feeling. “Yeah?”
“Sure. But first you need to get out of the ladies room so I can clean myself up. I’ll meet you at the table, okay?”
I nodded, moving out of the stall. “Alright. I’ll be there.”
She shut the stall door in front of me and I hurried out of there before another girl came in. I went to the table and waited for her.
I waited five minutes.
Then ten.
The third time I checked my watch, I’d waited twenty.
It dawned on me right away what had happened, and I felt like a fucking seedy chump. Like a moron, I’d been fooled.
Krisa had bailed on me.
I sighed, shaking my head as my body felt weighed down by disappointment.
Well played, kitten.