Meeting up at the local sports bar has been a tradition since before we were even legal. And, right now, catching up with my boys is just the distraction from a certain brunette that I need.
I couldn’t stand being in the same enclosed space as Natasha for any longer. To know that she was only in the next room over, naked and primping herself out for a date with someone else. Her rocking body had taken up a permanent residence in my brain from the second I laid eyes on it. I ran. As fast as I could, my cock still as hard as diamonds, I rushed somewhere I knew I would be safe from my temptress of a roommate.
I cut across to join the guys at one of the high tables dotted around the room. It’s still fairly early so most of the patrons are just here for the football. Later on, the match will end and the place will fill with young singletons like myself looking for any place that serves liquor.
Maybe that’s what I need, a hook-up. Some loose casual fun. It’s been so long since the last time I got some action. Trying to recall, the last time was probably Nicola, the chick that helplessly followed me around Europe. The only reason I couldn’t complain at the time was because I was hitting that on a regular basis, whenever and wherever I needed.
A cold shiver runs down the length of my spine at just the thought of that woman.
I spot a blonde standing at the very end of the bar. She’s cute. Normally she’d be just my type. I’d say she’s about average height but between her short dress and her high heels her legs look long and toned. Her tight sequined dress leaves very little to the imagination.
She’s with another chick but her eyes are on me. I see her friend talking away but I’ve already captured the blonde’s attention, there’s no way she could be hearing a word her friend is saying. With my back against the table, I do another quick survey of the crowd before turning back to my friends.
I’ll have to keep blondie in mind for later. She could very well be what I need right now. Quick, easy and fun. No strings attached fun. That’s what I like, that’s who I am.
Although I love my nephew and I can see the major love between my sister and Adam, I’ve never wanted that sort of relationship. But, I also think, a love like that - that lasts, can’t be forced or found with just anyone. I think you get one shot at that kind of love. The unconditional, withstand anything love.
If I did ever find that one special person, my soulmate, then I’d like to believe that I’d be open to it. The whole shebang, marriage, kids, settling down and sharing my life with someone. But until that person comes along, I’m happy by myself.
As the night progresses, I try my best to keep a side eye on the blonde. I notice she gets approached twice by guys, who are probably looking for the same thing I am, but they both get turned away. I’m hoping I’ll have better luck later.
When the football game ends, everyone’s on a high at the big win. The T.V. commentary gets turned down and the music gets turned up. I look around to see the bar is far more crowded than before, I even spot a hen-do taking up residence in a corner booth. I take a drag of my fifth beer, the cool liquid sliding smoothly down the back of my throat. It’s not long after that I notice movement from the corner of my eye.
I watch as the blonde pushes away from the bar, she makes her way toward my corner of the bar. At first, I think she might be approaching me, but then she sashays on past. I would’ve thought she’d ignored me completely but the dramatic wink she tosses out in my direction speaks volumes.
I think over my next move. This is it, the time for my big play. I could follow her, accidentally bump into her, introduce myself that way. I can’t imagine what good will come from following her. She could freak out that a creep followed her to the bathrooms. Or, maybe I could casually bump into her and introduce myself. Hell, it’s worked before. Instead, I decide I’ll wait until she gets back to the bar and then send a drink her way, a Cosmo - what she’s been sipping away at all night.
As the bartender slides the drink in front of her, I watch as her face scrunches up in confusion. The guy points over to me, I raise my glass and wink.
By this time, what’s left of my friend group has dispersed to drunkenly grind up against their latest catches. I finish off my beer and pull out my phone to check the time, nearly eight o’clock. There’s a text from Gabby and immediately my mind wanders to Natasha.
Tash had a shit night,could you please be extra sweet to her tonight? - Gabby
Mmm.Speaking of the irresistible angel. I start to worry myself over her date. Had it really gone that badly? Was she okay? At least I know she’s at home and not out with some idiot that clearly doesn’t know how to take care of such a precious package.
My train of thought makes me flag down the nearest bartender. “Three shots of tequila.”
I down my first two shots, reaching for the third I’m not quick enough. Slim fingers ending in long bright pink nails wrap around the small glass.
I turn to face my thief, the blonde that I’ve been eyeing all night. She’s even hotter up close. Maybe a little too much makeup. That’s one thing I’ll never be able to wrap my mind around, if you’re already naturally pretty then why try to cover that up?
“I’m Kandice.” Her voice is low and sultry, just the sound makes my dick stir to life.
“Luke.” Her glossy pink smile widens. “It’s nice to meet you, Kandice.”
She brings the shot glass up to her lips and throws her head back, downing the burning liquid.
“Would you like another?” I ask. I’m a little rusty but I’m trying my hardest to summon some charm from deep down - the old Luke. He had charm in bucket loads.
“Not yet. Maybe after a dance?” She bats her lashes up at me and holds her hand out, awaiting mine. As much as I hate dancing, I’d hate to turn her down even more.
I place my hand on top of hers, she drags me away from the cluster of tables and towards the mass of moving and swaying bodies.
I actually don’t mind the song that’s playing, so I sway on the spot. Her arms wrap around my neck, pushing her body into mine. Soon, the song changes into something faster, and a little more provocative. I feel her lips brush against my neck and her hips move a little more daringly. And while her lips feel nice, all I can seem to worry about is how she’s probably getting her lip gloss all over my neck.
In an effort to focus my mind on the beautiful blonde that’s wrapping herself around me like a burrito, I move my hips faster. Harder. Grinding myself against her as she rides my thigh.
Her lips move up over my jaw, kissing the corner of my lips. When she leans in further, pressing her slick lips fully against mine, I push back with just as much enthusiasm. Her nails dig into my shoulders and a groan reverberates up her throat.
