Her Time, page 2
I’m guessing she wasn’t used to be rejected, either. And it wasn’t hard to see why. She had on a slinky, tight black dress that accentuated every fake curve on her body (plastic surgery was extremely common here in LA). Normally, she’d be the exact type of girl I went for.
But I couldn’t keep living like this. Just because my job and my wealth allowed me to continue to fuck around like a college kid didn’t mean I should. And after what happened with Courtney… No… I just couldn’t keep living like this.
I needed a change. I had no idea what that change was going to be, but I knew it was coming. Something had to give. I just wasn’t happy anymore. And I had every reason to be, really. Dream job, dream house, dream guys and girls batting their eyes at me. But it wasn’t enough.
I chugged the rest of my beer as I glanced back over at the bar top. I zoned in on this one girl who had been sitting there for about an hour and a half. For some reason, she kept catching my attention.
I think it was because she looked different. Here in LA, everyone had a certain look about them. It was the traditional fake, designer look. Women have big boobs and asses, men have perfectly styled hair and dressed to the nines… Honestly, after a while they all start looking the same.
I’m not saying I wasn’t attracted to the people in Los Angeles. Obviously I was. I had fucked around with plenty of them. But it was still refreshing to see someone look different; attractive in a way that wasn’t conventional.
I watched as she quickly downed some green drink. She’d been knocking them back ever since she got here.
At first I was sure she was waiting for a boyfriend or girlfriend to arrive and drink with her. You see two types of people in this bar, generally. Ones who are here to look for people to hook up with, and ones that are just looking for a night out with their friends or significant others. And I knew based on the way she was sloppily pounding down drinks that she had no interest in hooking up tonight.
But no friend or significant other had shown up. So I guessed that she and I were doing the same thing tonight… Trying to drink alone in a bar because it was less pathetic than drinking alone at home. And, if I had to guess, she probably had her own sorrows to drown out too.
Evidently, I was the only one who seemed to notice that she didn’t have an interest in anyone else tonight, because I watched some dude walk up and pull up a stool next to her.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself. It was getting a little boring in here, so watching this guy get rejected would be good entertainment for the next ten minutes. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it would be enough just to watch the awkward body language and see the guy walk away with his tail in between his legs.
But to my surprise, he didn’t walk away at all. Had I misjudged the situation? No, I doubted it. I really didn’t think she came in with the intention of hooking up with anyone. She hadn’t so much as glanced around the bar since she’d arrived. But maybe she made an exception for this guy. He was better looking than most guys who rolled through here.
And that answered another question of mine, about whether or not she was gay. It would appear she wasn’t.
I kept drinking as I watched the encounter. She was turned away from me so I couldn’t see her face, but I watched the guy’s as it grew increasingly more agitated. She was definitely rejecting him, but the guy didn’t appear to be the tail-between-his-legs kind of guy.
Without warning, he’d actually started shouting at her!
“Don’t you dare speak to me that way, or I swear to fucking God I’ll—”
I jumped up as soon as I heard him start to yell.
“Hey, back the fuck off her, dude,” I yelled back.
I wasn’t going to let this guy scream at a woman just because she wasn’t interested in him.
“Stay out of this, lady. This doesn’t concern you.” He tried to shrug me off, but I wasn’t going anywhere.
“I think it does. When you’re yelling at a girl, making a scene in a public bar, I think it becomes a public concern.”
“Do you know this bitch or something?” he asked.
“No, I don’t, but don’t fucking talk to her like that. I’ve been over there the whole time, watching you leer at her like some fucking predatory piece of shit. She didn’t do anything but reject you. If your ego can’t take it, that’s not her problem. She’s just trying to relax and have a drink, fucking respect that.”
“If she was really trying to relax and have a drink, why didn’t she do it at home, huh? If she didn’t want to get hit on, why is she sitting at the fucking bar? We both know why she’s here.”
“You are really starting to piss me the fuck off, man,” I said. “Get out of here, before I make you get out of here.”
This was going to be the last time I warned him. If he was smart, he’d listen to it.
But he didn’t. He jumped forward at me, fist first. I took a hit straight to the jaw, but he wasn’t very strong and I was used to taking hits. It didn’t faze me, but it did infuriate me.
I hit back… Hard. The kind of hit that he wasn’t going to be able to shrug off the way I had. I don’t know how, but we ended up on the floor, and I know I kept hitting for a while. I couldn’t be sure how long, it all happened in a flash, and then I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder pulling me back.
“Come on, you need to leave.” It was the security guard to the bar.
“Fine, fine.” I put my hands up to make it clear I was no longer a threat. “As long as you kick this fucker out too. He was harassing this girl.”
No way was I going to let this asshole stay here while I got kicked to the curb.
“Yeah, the both of you, let’s go,” the guard responded.
I didn’t wait for him to pick the moaning man up off the ground, I just started heading for the door myself. Well, there goes my night. Now I had to drink pathetically at home. If I went to any other bar in this town, I’d be recognized for sure, and I didn’t need that shit tonight.
I walked down the sidewalk for a bit, taking in the cool night air before calling myself a cab. I had gotten hot in there, understandably.
“Wait!” I heard a voice call out from behind me.
I turned around to see the cute girl from the bar top running to catch up with me.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I… I just wanted to thank you. I mean, I’m sorry you got kicked out, but… thanks.”
She was stuttering, but it was actually kind of cute.
“Don’t worry about it. I needed to blow off some steam, anyway. I’m actually glad I met that fucking prick tonight.”
Then she said the thing I always dreaded to hear when I was craving my privacy.
“Do… Do I know you?”
“I doubt it,” I said, as casually as I could.
“No… I think I do. You look really familiar.”
“I just have one of those faces.” I smiled, hoping she would buy it. “Seriously, I get that a lot. Don’t overthink it too much.”
It actually might have been disastrous for me if she figured out who I really was. I had just gotten into a very public fight and I didn’t need that making headlines next week.
“If you say so,” she said, and then she stumbled forward, nearly tripping. I was able to catch her, though.
“Hey there, now, you alright?” I asked.
“I’m fine, just… totally wasted.” She laughed.
“Well, do you have a way to get home? Normally I’d offer to drive you, but I’m pretty drunk myself. I can call you a cab, though?” I offered.
“Yeah… a cab. That’s how I was going to get home.” She sat down on a bus station bench. “But I’m not ready to go yet. You wanna talk?” she asked.
I thought about this for a second. I really should have just gone home before she had an opportunity to figure out who I was, but for some reason I just didn’t want to. This awkward girl intrigued me for some reason.
“Sure, I have no plans.” I sat next to her. “Are you upset about something?”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “My job. I was laid off, today was my last day. I’m, like, pretty upset about it.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Things aren’t exactly going great with my job, either.” I tried to commiserate with her.
“Really? Why not?”
Shit, why would I say that? I can’t tell her what I do for a living.
“My company has been taking a loss, despite my best efforts.” There, that answered the question without divulging too much.
“I see. So we’re both having pretty bad nights, huh?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I could tell she was struggling to keep the conversation going, but it was cute.
“I guess so,” I told her. “Where are you from?”
“The Midwest. I moved here after journalism school.”
“Journalism school? So you’re a journalist?”
Shit. Talk about not wanting to end up in headlines…
“I am.”
“I really admire that. I’ve always liked journalists. I deal with a lot of them in my line of work.”
Okay, really, why would I mention work again? I was just trying to be polite, but my drunken ass was going to get me in trouble.
To my relief, though, she didn’t ask where I worked.
“And where are you from?” she asked instead.
“Here. Born and bred in Los Angeles.”
“Oh, that’s great, that’s—”
She stopped talking, and, without warning, started vomiting onto the sidewalk. Instinctively, I reached out to put my hand on her back.
“Woah! Are you okay?”
“I… I’m fine, I…” She paused. “Well, uh, this has been thoroughly embarrassing… so I think I’m going to go back into the bar.”
I laughed, she was surprisingly adorable.
“It’s fine, really, it happens. It wasn’t the first and won’t be the last time I see a girl vomit. Here, I’ll call a cab, alright? I’m on my way home too. We can ride together.”
“Okay, sure, I’ll ride home with you.”
3
Candace
I know I had told myself that I wasn’t going to be looking for any girls tonight, but I couldn’t help myself here. She was one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever seen, and let’s be honest, I was ridiculously drunk. I couldn’t help my desire at this point.
“So what brought you out tonight?” I asked her, eager to keep the conversation going as we sat next to each other in the back of the cab.
“I’m guessing the same thing that brought you to the bar,” she said. “I wanted to get drunk. And I wasn’t about to do that alone in my living room.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I mean, it’s just kind of pathetic, isn’t it? Getting wasted by yourself at home?”
“Ah, yeah, I feel the same way.” I nodded.
“Which is a bummer, because if I’m being honest I’d like to keep drinking,” she told me.
I saw the perfect opportunity to avoid going home alone.
“You know it isn’t pathetic if we’re both drinking together, right? I’m not really in the mood to stop either.”
She thought about this. “You want to keep drinking, then?”
“Why not?” I smiled cheekily.
“Well, alright, guess there’s no harm in that.”
For some reason, I got the feeling she wasn’t all that interested in having sex with me. It was how nonchalant she was about me coming over. Most girls would see that as a clear invitation to hook up and jump on it.
Maybe she was just nervous for me to go back to her apartment or something. Like she didn’t clean up before she left to go drinking. I mean, who does when they aren’t expecting to bring someone back with them?
But I realized upon our arrival that this was absolutely not the case. Not only was her apartment spotless, it was stunning. I had never seen a place quite like this.
She had a penthouse on top of a very, very fancy apartment building. The television in her living room took up a whole wall! I’d never seen a screen that size in somebody’s home.
“This place is gorgeous!” I told her.
“Thank you,” she said, seeming a little embarrassed by my compliment as she grabbed a few beers out of the fridge. “Is this alright?” she asked.
“Absolutely.” I grabbed a beer from her eagerly.
She had already popped the top off so I started drinking immediately, trying to muster up the courage to do what I wanted to next.
“So, uh, do you want to watch TV?” she asked, clearly unsure of what to suggest.
“You know, I’m not a big TV fan.” I twirled my finger around the top of my bottle.
“Oh, really? Well—”
I accidentally interrupted her, getting too ahead of myself, but once I started my sentence I couldn’t stop.
“Yeah, I actually had something else in mind…”
“Well, what do you want to do, then?” she asked.
Without skipping a beat, I stepped to her, put both of my hands on her face, and kissed her.
She was tense at first. Like she wasn’t sure how to feel about this, but she didn’t pull away. After a moment of deciding her next move, she ran her fingers through my hair as we started stepping toward the bedroom slowly, kissing the whole way.
When we got to her bed, we wasted no time. She threw me backwards, and I started immediately undressing.
As she began to take her shirt and pants off, I was in awe. She had the kind of physique you dream about. A nice set of breasts, perfectly chiseled abs, arms that I desperately wanted to hold me down…
She climbed on top of me, spread my legs wide open, carefully placed her tongue right at my pussy, and licked her way up to my clit. She didn’t stop after that, though. She kept licking up my stomach, sending chills down my spine.
I halfway expected her to stop at my chest, but she didn’t. She continued licking upward until she reached my mouth, and then she kissed me softly with a cheeky smile.
“Take me,” I said without hesitation. Usually I was little reserved about sharing my interests with hookups, but right now I was too drunk and horny to care.
“Take you how?” she asked, as she ran her hand down the side of my body and then between my legs where she started circling my clit.
“Take me hard,” I said. “Make my body yours tonight.”
She obliged.
She felt me down below and then licked two of her fingers, lubing them up with her mouth even though she knew I was already wet. She then placed her fingers at my entrance and, without warning, plunged them into me. I screamed out loud as I was filled with sensations I hadn’t felt in so long.
She responded by quickly covering my mouth, muffling my moans with her hand. I absolutely loved the power she held over me.
She didn’t even bother starting out slow. She quickly started rocking her body into mine, gyrating her hips into me as she reached her fingers deep inside me. She pushed into me with all her strength with every thrust of those fingers. I could feel her fingers sliding against my G-spot as she moved them in and out of me.
It was a depth that no one had previously reached in me before. She was hitting nerves I didn’t even know I had, and I was moaning through every second of it.
It got so intense that I found myself actually squirming underneath her grasp. Thankfully she did just as I had fantasied earlier and grabbed both my wrists with her free hand, holding my arms tightly above my head to keep me from wriggling.
“I can’t take this!” I groaned to her. “It feels too good!”
This only inspired her to go even faster. Suddenly my whole body was rocking underneath her. She was driving me forward with every thrust. I swear she was managing to go even deeper than before.
And I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I could feel my pussy clench up around her fingers, which I was already squeezing so tight that the intensity was almost too much for me and I absolutely needed relief.
I never thought I’d actually think there was a pleasure that was too much, but this was getting close. My muscles were actually starting to hurt from clenching so hard, but she didn’t let up. Not even for a second did she stop finger-fucking me.
And then finally, I came. I came so hard that I could have sworn I was going to black out.
Oh, God, it felt so good. It was definitely the best orgasm I’d ever had from a hookup… or maybe it was the best orgasm I’d ever had period. Either way, I was lying there in her bed, panting hard, when she gripped my wrists again and pulled me forward.
Soon, my face was between her legs, and she had her hand on the back of my head and she was pulling me into her. My tongue was all over her, inside her, all over her clit, and she just kept pulling me closer and closer.
I loved the way she took control. I gladly licked and sucked her lips and her clit, and I was beyond turned on when she tugged at my hair. Oh, God, I would have done anything she wanted. She was just so fucking sexy.
So, I licked and sucked her just the way she wanted, and then I fingered her hard the way she’d done to me. It didn’t take long until she had an intense climax of her own, and then we were just lying next to each other in bed, panting and trying desperately to catch our breath.
You’d think after we were both done fucking, it would be awkward. I mean, normally it is after a hookup. You have to figure out if you’re supposed to leave or stay the night or just chat.
Thankfully, because we were both so drunk and had just had very vigorous sex, we didn’t have to figure it out. Immediately after we were done, we both just fell asleep naked in her bed.
And even as I drifted off, as I had no qualms about it. I was so entirely relaxed and happy, I couldn’t have had a worry in the world.
When I woke up the next morning, the sun was barely coming up over the horizon and my head was pounding. It took me a minute to realize where I was when the memories of last night come flooding back to me.
Shit, for a minute it felt like the fact that I drunkenly hooked up with this stranger was all part of some crazy dream. But here she was lying next to me, naked, looking just as sexy as ever.
