The walk seemed far. Farther than we needed to walk in these temperatures. Finally, she stopped at a building and put in a code. Once inside, I realized that even apartment buildings in SoHo could be…in poor shape.
That was when it hit me that I knew nothing about this girl. My brain did a check to remember if I had a condom in my wallet, and I was pretty sure I did. We made our way up the stairs, and yes, it was a walk-up. I had nothing against walk-ups,but we were already passing the fifth floor. Once we reached the seventh, she pulled open the door and put a key into the first door we came to.
“Home sweet home,” Angela said as we walked in.
The apartment was cute. She kept it well, which made me feel better. It may have been mostly pink, but it was maintained and neat. Funny how back in college those weren’t things I cared about or even noticed. You only cared about getting laid.
I could be more selective now.
She stumbled, taking off her shoes as she walked through her living area, and crashed into her couch. That was when I realized she was more intoxicated than I thought. She regained her balance and walked toward her kitchenette.
“Want anything?” she asked.
I waved her off. “No, I’m good, thanks.”
What I really wanted was to get to why I was here. She was making this into more than it needed to be. It was only a hookup.
I should have taken control when we first walked in and made the first move.
Why didn’t I?
When I glanced her way, thinking it would be a glass of water in her hands, I was shocked to see a glass of wine. My feet carried me directly to her side, and I took the crystal from her hand.
“I had something else in mind,” I said.
Grabbing her, I pulled her toward the living room. That produced a seductive smirk from her, and she pushed me on my ass, thankfully to the couch. Her legs straddled mine and she lowered herself onto my lap. As she circled her arms around my neck, she pressed her ass down on me.
“Your dick feels massive,” she said, and then slid to the floor between my legs.
As soon as she said those words, everything felt wrong.
I knew I shouldn’t be here.
I knew I shouldn’t be doing this.
Mare might be out with someone else, but I made a promise to fight for her, and this wasnothow to do it.
Her hands had been fumbling at my waistband, and she got the button open. She attempted to undo the zipper, but I think she was too drunk. As I reached for her hands, the look in her eyes became hopeful. However, when I pulled my zipper up instead of down, she shot back on her heels.
“What the hell?” she screeched. “Are you serious right now?”
I was almost as stunned as she was.
But yeah. This was what I wanted.
“Sorry, I, uh…can I use the bathroom?”
She stood from the floor and pointed down the hall without a word. Once I was inside and closed the door, I leaned both hands against the sink. I finally felt a breath leave my lungs, but the reflection in the mirror was of a guy I didn’t like.
What the fuck was I doing? Why did I even come here?
I splashed cold water on my face.
I wanted all traces of Angela off me. It was freaking me out.
After taking another deep breath, I braced myself for what I was about to do and opened the door. When I returned to the living room, Angela wasn’t there.
“I feel like I should charge you.” The voice behind me startled me.
