Oct 27, 2010

Friends & Fantasies (part 2)

(Part one is here)

Wanting to appear casually nonchalant was harder than it sounded, considering it was the exact opposite of how she felt. Finally, she settled on her short purple dress—the one that accentuated her curves in all the right places, but didn’t look particularly dressy. Pretty wedges, a slight brush of make-up, make sure her hair was in place, and she left the room at 6:55. Not bad, she thought, slipping back into the cute blue Dodge Neon she’d parked outside. Her hands shook slightly as she turned the key, gripped the gearshift… she willed herself to calm down. For all intents and purposes, this was just a meeting between two close friends who hadn’t seen each other in awhile, right? If he had no designs past that, she needed to look as if she felt the same!

Already at the theater, he’d actually been pacing out front for ten minutes when he finally allowed himself a peek at his watch. 6:57. Okay, good… besides, come on, she was always late! He wondered what she was driving; should’ve asked. Maybe his cryptic message hadn’t been such a good idea—she hadn’t even answered! Perhaps she’d sensed what he was really feeling and wouldn’t even be there; after all, he knew only too well that she was a pro at running away from situations that distressed her.

She stopped the car in a parking spot that was just a little further away than she needed to be. Okay fine, she’d parked way out in the boonies in order to give herself time to, what? Relax? Honestly, I’m making far too big a deal of this! Mentally shaking herself—hard—she grabbed her purse, got out of the car, and started towards the theater. Everything looked exactly as she remembered it. This place never changes.

She hasn’t changed much. He’d spotted her immediately. Blue Neon, parking way the hell out in the lot. He shook his head and smiled softly, knowing her well enough to realize that she was more than a little anxious. Good, that means she feels it too. His plans solidified even more when she caught sight of him and headed over, a blush rising on her face, even in the coolness of this late October evening.

She didn’t think about it. Her arms just encircled him, her body pressed against his, and she melted into his solid embrace. She inhaled his scent, her body tingling with recognition, and finally felt her anxiety dissolve, replaced instead by intense warmth and pleasure. There was a momentary jolt to her bliss when she felt him pull away slightly, but then his lips were on hers, urgently, possessively trying to claim all the kisses they’d missed out on.

When he finally let her up for air, she looked dizzy, and he had to smile. “Hey,” he said softly, reaching up to brush hair from her eyes.

“Hey to you too.” She smiled up at him, looking for all the world like a shy little girl, and his heart melted at her feet.

Taking her hand, he led her to his car. She looked a little unsure, glancing back at the theater marquee, but he just shook his head and opened the passenger door for her. “Not tonight kitten. I don’t want to sit in the dark where I can’t see you.”

“So where are you taking me then?” Her voice was playful as he slid into the driver’s seat. She was gaining her equilibrium back after that first, earth-shattering kiss. Now she was curious as to what else he had planned for the night. Wow he looks good!

“You’ll see. So how have you been? Has the trip been okay so far?” He sounded way more casual than he felt. Then again, he realized that he really wanted to know. He wanted to know everything this woman was feeling, thinking, wanting… He knew tonight would be it: all or nothing.

They chatted familiarly for the few minutes it took to reach their destination. She stared at the building curiously as he opened her door and helped her out. Well, here was something new! She didn’t remember this bar from back in the day, although to be fair, she hadn’t been of drinking age the last time she’d been in town.

“They built this place just a couple years ago,” he said, confirming her thoughts. “I’m not much of a drinker, but I come here a lot for the pool tables and live music. Everyone pretty much knows me, but I’ve always come alone so you should turn a few heads.”

“Gee, thanks for putting me in the spotlight like that.” She grinned and threaded her arm through his, thrilled and nervous at the same time.

“You don’t have anything to worry about kitten…” he smiled down at her. “At least not from anyone else…”

She didn’t have time to react; they were already going through the doors. Inside, it was a lot more inviting than she’d imagined. Inviting, and crowded. Everyone was greeting him, and staring at her. Boy, guess he hadn’t been lying about not having a woman on his arm before tonight. She felt special.

They passed the bar, where he gave an order to the woman behind the counter, and sat in a booth near the game area. A group of guys was clustered around the nearest pool table, two youngish-looking girls hanging on their every move, tits popping out from the tops of tight-fitting shirts. One of the girls said something to the others, then sashayed over to their table, bright red lips turned up into a smile for the handsome man at the table, piercing eyes glaring suspiciously from under fake lashes at his companion.

Yep, nothing changes in this town. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead smiling brightly up at the girl.

“Hey, you.” The comment was definitely directed only at him. “You finally took someone up on an offer to come with you, huh?”

His tone was dismissive. “I asked her, actually. How are you doing tonight, Missy?”

Missy’s smile stayed put, and she bent to put her arms on the table, displaying her well-rounded assets to them. “Better now,” she purred. Luckily, she was interrupted, or, more accurately, abruptly shoved aside, by the waitress bringing their drinks. Her intended prey for the night calmly paid the waitress, then deliberately bent to kiss the neck of the girl he’d brought with him. Seething, Missy stalked back to her group. A few of the guys looked over and waved, wondering at the stranger he’d brought, but they knew enough to leave him alone, for now.

He bent to kiss her neck again, lingering this time, grazing her with his teeth. Goosebumps immediately rose on her flesh, and he laughed softly before nibbling on her a little harder.

“I think someone likes this,” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

She squirmed against him. “Mmmm, yes please…”

He turned a little, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Let’s find out just how much,” he murmured, biting even harder, one hand finding its way down to cup her most intimate area. She stiffened at the thought of him touching her this way… right here, right in this bar, then her thoughts became all jumbled as his teeth worked their way up to graze her earlobe. She let out a small moan and pushed herself into his hand, instinctively arching her neck, offering herself to him.

Rough kisses seared her neck; she knew that she’d have bruises by morning. The room and its other occupants faded to her as she felt him pull at her dress, his fingers finding their way underneath to her panties. For the third time today, she felt herself get wet because of him, only this time, his expert touch was there, gently tracing the outlines of her soft lips and hardening clit through the thin cotton.

Just as suddenly as he’d started, he stopped, pulling his hands away, the scent of her arousal drifting up in the air around them as he calmly fixed her skirt. She turned to look up at him with wide, half-dazed eyes, and found him smiling down at her, a soft look on his face.

“What?” he asked innocently. “Did you want me to undress you right here, in front of all these people?”

She flushed, suddenly hyper-aware of where they were. Glancing over, she saw that Missy was studiously ignoring them, but most of the guys nearby had knowing grins on their faces.

“Uh… oops,” she muttered, turning back to him, bright red. “I don’t usually… I mean, I haven’t…” She floundered, unsure what to say.

He laughed and winked at her, totally unconcerned as he picked up his drink. “This place could use a good show every now and then,” he teased.

The next few hours flew by as they talked, catching up on life in a way that text messages and emails couldn’t do justice to. He ran his fingers along her arms as they spoke, rubbed her stomach, nuzzled her neck, but always kept the conversation going, not giving into the passion he had displayed when they first sat down.

People walked by, stopping to say hi sometimes, but slowly, the bar started to empty. At ten-o-clock, she realized she had to use the ladies’ room, and, when she stood up, was surprised to see the bartender closing the doors behind the last few patrons. They were the only ones left inside!

She glanced over at him, a question half-forming in her mouth, but didn’t get the chance to say anything before he stood up, pulling her into his arms and pressing his mouth against hers, his tongue sweeping a burning arc between her lips. After a moment, he pulled away.

“Didn’t you have to use the bathroom?”

She nodded, too dazed to speak. “Then go.” He turned her around to face in the right direction and smacked her backside. “It’s that way.”

When she emerged, he wasn’t at their table any more. She didn’t see the bartender either. Why would this place close so early? Bars were usually just getting started at 10:00!

Just then, some noises on the other side of the room attracted her attention. Walking that way, she noticed an open doorway they hadn’t passed on their way in. The lights were dim, but a few voices wafted out at her, so she decided to check it out, wondering if that was where her companion had gone off to.

As she entered the room, she felt his presence behind her even before she heard his voice.

“Welcome to my party, kitten,” he whispered in her ear as his arms went around her, pulling her against him. She could feel how hard he was, and her body responded immediately.


  1. You have me... I can see it as if Ive been there. More please!

  2. More more more!!!!!!!!!!! :)

  3. excellent. :) and i love the nickname kitten. i always have.