“Relax and just have fun,” Hannah said before disappearing on the arm of some guy she’d met just twenty minutes before. Things were moving fast, but then again things always moved fast for Hannah, even in high school. She could know, within the first few minutes if she was going to fuck a guy, after that everything became a formality. Just a little game of cat and mouse until she had him back in her bed, and believe me, Hannah was good at what she did, and come five a.m. when she was kicking Mr. tall and gorgeous out on his ass before he could even get his pants back on, he’d find out, girl’s can be cutthroat as guys. Well at least Hannah could.
As I looked across the bar, the black and white lights fading in and out, and the loud mesh of people talking, Guys dressed in skin tight pants, dark brooding scowls, all of them trying to play the roll of some girl’s Edward, to girl’s clad equally in all black clothing, mimicking something from an Ann Rice novel, Hannah’s words played back in my mind, “relax and have fun,” there was no way in hell.
That decided I shuffled over to the bar and ordered a Cosmo. The bartender gave me that look, half sympathy, half pity, with a splash of cynicism, the one that said you poor little girl you are so out of your element. I smiled and shrugged, after all, I kind of was. He made my drink and walked back over, with long drawn out stride. There were two bite mark tattoos on side of his neck, little black dots with trails of red coming from each. I had to wonder to myself if this was really just a fad, or was it becoming a life style.
Techno music blared, filling gaps between the loud, one sided conversations between would be creatures of the night. It was easy to sit and judge them; after all I was a little jealous. Just like a lot of them, I was a hopeless romantic, I just didn’t have the courage to through my lot in with dream diary of sex starved house wife. I could just imagine how much fun everyone was having, reveling in their fantasy. How inviting the music and lighting and the crowd must have felt. A room full of likeminded people, someone who you knew before you even started talking shared your interests. They didn’t just come here to dance and mingle, they came because they belonged, like little oddly shaped cut outs of a 1000 piece puzzle. Hannah belonged, I thought. We’d both gone through are dark, witching sister’s phase in junior high, but Hannah never grew out of it. She loved the occult; it was only natural that she would find her place among the nightwalkers of the lower north side.
Looking down at myself, I saw just how out of place I was. Everyone else was wearing black nail polish, black boots with a million straps, I was wearing my blue fleas jacket, a pair of tight jeans—that showed off my butt nicely if I do say so myself—and brown uggs. I wasn’t a mistress of the night, or Bella, looking for an Edward. I was an out of place, dorky, twenty year old, looking for a big cocky smile and a warm laugh.
The bartender handed me the Cosmo and a concerned glance and then went back to helping other customers.
I sat at the bar, sipping my drink, playing with my hair, waiting for Hannah to give me the queue that she’d found a bed buddy for the night. I hoped it wouldn’t take too long, Hannah could be picky when she wanted to be. I saw split ends. I frowned.
“Is there a skunk in here, or do you always make that face?”
I let my eyes drift up; standing next to me was a tall, guy. Dark skin, a black guy, with short hair, and a weak, tired grin, like he’d just gotten shot down twenty times in a row, and I was his last attempt for the night. I smiled.
He offered to buy me a drink. “How… normal of you,” I replied.
“Normal…” He looked around; apparently he wasn’t too fast on the uptake either. “Oh normal, ya this place,” He said with a chuckle. “Not really sure how people strike up a convo in this place. I guess vampresses don’t respond well to free alcohol.”
“Maybe you should offer them some blood.”
“Meh, I would, but the mosquitoes this summer are taking all I can spare. Swear I got bit seven times just walking to this damned place.”
“So you live close then?”
He looked at me hard then, sizing me up, trying to read my intentions, but there were no intentions to read, he was a friendly face in a room full of mock princes and princesses of the night, I wasn’t concerned with much else.
“I go to the University, art history major.”
“Me too, I’m a literature major.”
And things from there, just kind of clicked. No long brooding stares, no hungry eyes, no uncontrollable, forbidden lust. We sat and talked, talked until the club started to empty, until Hannah told me she was heading back to the dorm, with a different skinny stern faced guy than before. We talked until the place was about empty and the bouncer told us we had to leave. From there we talked all the way back to my dorm. We talked our way up the elevator, talked into the main living space, and since we were already that far, talked our way into my bedroom.
“So we really going to do this?” he asked, a little more bashful than I had expected.
“Grow some balls and pretend like you’ve been here before,” I mocked, with a playful giggle.
He laughed at that. He laughed, and put his arms around me, and kissed me, soft and sweet. His lips pressed against mine until they parted, and his tongue slipped over mine. Mouths locked, he lowered me on to my back, and kissed me, hard, his hands tickling up and down my sides. Our lips parted momentarily as he slipped my shirt over my head, and then came back together and we kissed more. I let him fumble with my bra for a while, every time he came closer to getting it unhooked his tongue would pull back, and when his tongue pushed forward, and he kissed me like he meant it, he would twist and pull helplessly. I decided enough was enough and undid it for him.
We laid, back down, and his kisses broke from my mouth and moved south. His lips wrapped around my breast, his moist breath made my skin tingle. His kisses then moved further, and further, and then skipped my twat entirely, instead going for my feet. I leaned back and sighed, and giggled as he kissed and licked my toes, all the while my breathe grew steadily faster and I felt shivers go up and down my spine. Then suddenly he stopped.
His kisses went back up my leg and then between my thighs, right where he was supposed to be. My toes curled and I pushed the back of my head into my pillow. I moaned like I was sixteen and getting licked for the first time. At first enjoying the way he explored and then even more so when he gave his full attention to my clit. I moaned and rolled for nearly ten minutes, and when I came, I was very generous with my screams.
He climbed on top of me after that, fumbling wildly with his boxers, pulling his dick out through a hole. “Commitment issues?” I questioned. Again he was slow to the joke, laughing a few moments later. “Sorry, the boxers don’t come off until after the third date, it’s my rule.”
We both giggled and then he got his penis all the way out of his boxers, and he laid down on top of me. I cradled him between my legs, sighing, gasping, and finally moaning as he pushed into me. For someone so clueless he had amazing rhythm, rocking me perfectly from one orgasm to the next. The hairs on the back of my neck shivered, and my whole body tingled as I felt more and more of myself. I rocked my body against his, rested my arms on his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. I hadn’t noticed before, but he had a great body, cut, with large shoulders. “Ah, ah!” I moaned, louder than I meant to. He picked me up and pressed me against the wall, and screwed me hard. His hips were a steady pounding rhythm, so good I had to gush to it. With me pressed against the wall he grew carefree with himself, fucked me hard, leaned in, and started to bite gently on my neck. The pain made me feel woozy with lust and I screamed, and dragged my nails against his back.
The whole night went on like that; the two of us going at it like wild animals, fucking and screaming and cumming, without another care in the world. When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t remember when we had stopped or how many times I had came, just the light headed daze that still clouded my thoughts. I looked over at the boy sleeping next to me; he looked even taller in the morning light. His feet hung off of my bed, and his arms laid spread out, one over the edge of the bed, the other over me. I brushed his face with the back of my fingers, with his eyes lazily shut, and his voice a low, soft snore, he looked adorable. I kissed his cheek and started to whisper in his ear when I noticed, a sting behind my right ear. I touched the spot, and felt a trail of hickies running up to a puffy spot. Each time I touched it, it stung like crazy.
Shaking off the strange feeling I leaned back down, and whispered in his ear, “Come on Derek, its time to get up.”
Rolling over, he looked at me with big sleepy eyes, just begging for just another hour of rest. He made a strong case, pulling me onto him, and kissing me passionately. I kissed back, and let his hands settle on my naked butt, before curling up against him. “Fine just another hour,” I said.
“Thank you Ashley,” he said, grinning.
“You’re welcome baby,” is what I began to say when my eyes fixed on the mirror across from my bed, and saw myself, under the covers, lying on empty space.
I screamed.
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