Fucking bullshit.
Teaching her to fuck was one thing. I’d be happy to give her a private lesson, anytime. I was hardly gonna teach her how to have an adult relationship.
Not like I was exactly an expert anyway…
Ha.
I grabbed myself another drink. I was already pretty drunk, and I didn’t really see a point in sobering up.
Ash and his girl, Danica, had rolled in, and I swung over to greet them. Danica’s best friend, Taylor, was with them. I’d met her before, and she’d definitely had her eye on me. And she wasn’t shy about it.
You know, grown women often weren’t.
So I flirted with her, because why not?
That’s what adults do, right?
When I wandered over to a couch and sat down, Taylor eventually ended up sitting down next to me. She was wearing a short, tight black dress, just like the first night I met her. She smiled at me, then went on talking to Danica, who’d sat down on her other side.
I looked Taylor over. She seemed to be nicely intoxicated. Not drunk, but happily buzzed.
The first instant I’d met her, almost two months ago now… at the Back Door, the night of Danica’s birthday… she’d bought me a drink.
Now, I considered whether I should pass her another one of those wine spritzer things she was drinking. Her glass was getting low. There was a whole tray of them on the table right next to my end of the couch.
Would getting her drunk make this night better?
Or worse?
That night at the bar, I’d thought about going home with her, for sure. Despite Ash’s warning to treat her right.
But I didn’t go home with her.
Instead, I ran into Courteney and ended up driving her home instead.
That was the night we had that fucked-up fight in my car. The one that messed up everything between us. We really hadn’t been the same since that night.
Maybe I should’ve just gone home with Taylor…
That night, we were celebrating Danica’s twenty-eighth birthday, and Taylor was her BFF, so she was probably around the same age. You know, a fully grown woman.
She was shorter than Courteney, but more curvy in general. The kind of girl you could easily picture bouncing up and down on your dick. Nice rack. Not as nice as Courteney’s, but hey, Courteney was eighteen and a fucking goddess.
Taylor was blonde, too. Dirty blonde…
If it was dark enough and I maybe squinted… and she didn’t talk to me… I could probably pretend she was Courteney.
Shit, that was fucked-up.
If all I wanted to think about while I fucked someone was Courteney… then I should just fuck Courteney, right?
Not to mention this chick was Danica’s bestie, and Ash would be fucking pissed if I used her like that. Best not to go there.
But maybe Ash wouldn’t have to know?
We were all adults here, right?
I nudged Taylor’s arm and handed her another drink.
