“That’s my sister. I’m… babysitting.”
“She doesn’t look like a baby.”
She looks like something much worse with her ass hanging out of that dress. But I bite my tongue and try to say something that won’t turn off Aricia. She’s a lawyer so… most likely one of those “strong woman” types who doesn’t like it when you get a slick mouth with her outside of the bedroom.
I enjoy a woman like Aricia… a mental challenge. Judging by the hips she moved around the dance floor, she might be a physical challenge too. That’s half the fun of taking a woman to bed. My mind flickers to life with thoughts of all the things I could do with Aricia.
But first.
“She’s adjusting to life away from Pittsburgh and more anti-social than she looks… Can I get you a shot?”
“Okay,” she says. “But I’m going to meet your baby sister and confirm what you just told me…”
I can’t blame her for questioning me and it proves that she’s an attorney. She turns away from me and talks to her friend, who looks me up and down with a big smile on her face. Hm. Not really my type, but I appreciate the look of approval from her friend. It feels good to have your hard work in the gym recognized, even passively by lingering stares and other signs of attraction that women can’t help.
I put my arm over Aricia’s shoulder as I lead her towards the bar. Her ass swings with each step and I have to fight the urgeto drop my hand lower from the middle of her back to Aricia’s thick ass cheeks. I wish I could banish my lewd thoughts about her and the intrusive desire to split her open but… liquor.
It’s not like I would mind getting to know her. She says her husband’s dead, right? That means we’re both single and at my age, you can’t be too picky about what life circumstances you can and can’t accept. The bullshit comes for all of us in the end. My arm around Aricia’s shoulder feels far too personal and too possessive for a stranger, but she doesn’t pull away from me.
Encouraged, I draw her body close to mine and steal some of her warmth away. She shudders and sinks against my body. I can feel the emotional tension from earlier when she made her strangely morbid confession. Dead husband. Did her husband really die today?
They can’t have been that close if she’s acting like this…
There has to be a story there…
As my drinks course through me, my desire to unlock every last secret about Aricia grows and becomes my singular mental obsession. She’s downright gorgeous and even if she’s clearly in her forties, there’s an energy about her that you don’t see in most forty year old women
There’s just enough liquor in both of us. Flora eyes the two of us as I approach her. The smile on my sister’s face is far too smug and cocky about this entire situation.
“Who is your new friend?” Flora asks, smiling sweetly at Aricia. “Did you tell her about your chlamydia diagnosis?”
I glare at Flora, but Aricia smiles at her. I can’t read her opinion of Flora. I can’t imagine any woman who dresses like Aricia looks at Flora and sees anything other than a skank. But maybe Aricia won’t judge me by my sister. The two of them lock eyes and I disappear for a moment in a way that I don’t like. Women forming alliances spells danger. I hover as close toAricia as possible without turning her off. It’s hard not to stare directly at her rack.
DamnAricia has a pair of huge breasts.
“I’m Aricia,” she says, smiling as she extends her hand to Flora. They shake hands and weirdly, I sense a connection between them. I immediately want to separate them in case this gets too far.
“... Are you his sister or his daughter?” Aricia says all this with a nervous laugh that makes her seem so energetic and downright sexy. She shakes the hair off her shoulders and exposes her shoulder blades which gets me instantly hard…
“His daughter?” Flora laughs. “That’s funny. No, he’s my older brother.”
“So you weren’t lying,” Aricia says, giving me a suspicious side-eye. I’m just happy she’s looking my way at all. The smirk that crosses Aricia’s face makes her seem especially fucking hot.
“No,” Flora says. “He wasn’t. He’s single. Dangerously single.”
I clear my throat and glare at Flora. Aricia doesn’t notice because she’s busy laughing at my sister’s stupid joke about my singleness. Her laugh is genuine and quite unburdened considering she told me that her husband died.
“And I promise, I’m his sister,” Flora says, elbowing me and then running her finger along the edge of one of those whorish fake lashes she wears. “Flora Corsini. I like the name Aricia. It sounds like a cocktail.”
I wish I didn’t have to look after my sister tonight because I amdesperateto get Aricia alone. I don’t know how to have both.
“Thanks.”
“What brings you here tonight?” Flora asks. “Surely you weren’t looking for men like my brother?”
I could wrap her hair around Flora’s neck and choke the life out of her, I swear. If she’s not going to help me, I wish she wouldat least shut the fuck up. Now that Aricia proved that I’m not a dirty lying bastard, Ineedto find a way to get her alone.
“I just came with my friend to unwind.”
