Josie fumbled through her purse trying to find her goddamn phone. Gum wrappers. Keys. Wallet. Cigarettes. No phone. Maybe she had stayed at the bar with her friends a little too long; that last whiskey shot might have been what did her in.
Finally her fingers collided with cold metal.
She pulled the iPhone triumphantly from her clutch, smiling as she wobbled her way up the stairs of her rented downtown house.
The cute duplex had been rented by her and her boyfriend Mark for about eight months now and was finally furnished to their trendy and eccentric tastes, just like Josie always imagined for herself.
Mark was a decent boyfriend and likable guy, but lately their sex had been stale. Predictable. A means to an end. But Josie loved Mark and stayed loyal despite her boredom and wandering imagination.
But Mark wasn't home tonight...
It was always so much easier to turn down the guys at the bar and her male friends when Mark was around because he made for a pretty obvious barrier. But tonight, when she'd been out with her friends, Josie felt free for the first time in months and when her childhood friend Christian began to shamelessly flirt with her she didn't conceal her smiles this time.
In fact, when Christian told a joke, she couldn't help but lean forward and put her hand on his chest as she laughed.
Christian was the antithesis of her boyfriend Mark: where Mark was clean-cut, modest, and simple, Christian was rugged, bold, and intriguing. Mark won Josie's heart with his humor and kindness, always looking out for her best interest. His skinny hipster look of glasses and plaid fit right in with his city office job where he made plenty of money as a social media guru.
Mark on the other hand had been Josie's friend since high school and their dads still went hunting together during deer season. Mark and Josie had always been a little flirty but Mark never took things further than a little playful grab-ass when they were drunk.
Josie sat down on her front steps and lit up a cigarette while she contemplated the way Christian's calloused, hard working hands felt on her hand when he dragged her to the bar for another shot that night. Whiskey and Budweiser were his choice every time. Christian's thick beard, sleeve of tattoos, and working boots all read one thing to Josie: man's man.
Taking a drag off her cigarette Josie (almost) involuntary texted Mark
"Hey. Wyd?"
Almost immediately her phone dinged with a reply.
"Leaving the bar. You make it home, fucker?"
Josie smirked at his crudeness that she was so fond of.
"Yea. Not ready for bed though. Come listen to shit records and drink wine with me ass face," she texted back.
Josie paused and thought about it. She could have invited any of her girlfriends over to hang if she really wasn't ready for bed. But for some reason (refusing to think too hard about it...) she wanted to see Christian...
Another ding.
"Otw" was his only reply.
Josie would be lying if she said her heart didn't jump a little a his reply. But...it's not like they were going to do anything. So what if Christian was fucking smart...with that effortless swagger that most men could only clamor for? So what if the way the smell of his sweaty band tees mixed with his deodorant filled Josie's senses when he was close, in a heady, utterly masculine way?
Her mouth watered just thinking about it.
No! Records and shitty merlot, that's all.
Just a Josie was stubbing out her second cigarette and making her rounds on her favorite sub-reddits, a white truck squealed into her driveway.
Flicking out a cigarette and adjusting his hat (like he constantly does), Christian came swaggering up the stairs.
"I thought you said you were tired and wanted to go home? Now your home and wide awake all of the sudden?" jabbed Christian who stopped his stride at the bottom of the stairs, eye level with Josie's chest.
For the briefest second, Josie considered what it would be like to bury his face in her chest right then and there. Let the smell of her perfume fill his head while his lips brushed her satin-soft cleavage...
"I was just tired of the damn bar. Ready to take these fucking shoes and dress off..." Josie prattled, not realizing the implications of what she'd said until it was out of her mouth.
A look flitted across Christian's face. A dark, lusty look that made Josie hold her breath.
But Christian quickly composed himself and turned his "careful what you wish for, little girl" eyes into a teasing crinkled grin.
"Well shit, I can help you out there. Just turn around, where's the zip on this shit??"
Christian lunged for Josie, but even in her heals she was up and bolting for the door with a laughing squeal before he could get his hands on her.
Josie unlocked the door to the house and tossed her keys and purse on the concrete counter top. Kicking off her shoes Josie calmed her heart rate and padded lightly in her mercifully bare feet to the fridge for some wine.
Christian made his way to the record player and dropped the needle on the already sitting vinyl disc and began thumbing through Josie's record collection for the millionth time.
"When are you going to start listening to good music?" mused Christian.
"I don't know, probably when you start drinking good alcohol," Josie jabbed back.
Christian smiled and took the ice cold Budweiser from Josie's outstretched hand and she took some long sips of her deep burgundy wine. They stood like that in the kitchen for what had to be an hour, he leaned against the kitchen table, she sat on top of the counter, bare feet dangling, drinking glasses upon bottles, talking about their dad's and music.
After maybe one too many glasses, Josie became slightly unaware of how she was sitting. She leaned over far as she laughed and didn't notice the way her low cut, sleeveless dress was exposing her double D's perhaps a bit too provocatively. She barely noticed how Christian's eyes couldn't help but drift from her elegant neck, to her collarbones, to her ample, bouncing chest. She unknowingly touched her chest, allowing her hand to rest and linger on her breast as she told a particularly funny story about the time Mark found a raccoon in their chimney.
As Josie reached for the bottle of whiskey by the sink her legs drifted apart to keep her balanced. Again, Christian couldn't help but notice.
The fucking tease was literally flashing the most adorable black lace covered lips he'd ever seen... He swallowed hard, but felt his cock twitch in his pants.
God he had noticed her all night.
Every time she touched him at the bar, his skin tingled with the heat of her skin. She was impossible not to notice, even if she seemed totally unaware of her allure to the opposite sex. Her petite frame begged to be picked up and tossed around, while her creamy skin, with its light dusting of freckles on her face and shoulders, was absolutely bite-able. Her waist length, brown hair that she always kept wound up on top of her head was down in a cascade of waves, brushing past tits so big they look as if they could topple her over.
Her effortless sex appeal had been Christian's wet dream since they were 18, not to mention her mind and humor always kept him on his toes, anticipating their lively debates and drunken texts.
And fuck if she didn't look like a meal right now... practically inviting him to bury his face in her pussy, perfectly perched on the counter.
Josie offered up a shot glass full of amber liquid. Christian took it and tinked his to hers and said, "So are we cheersing to you finally getting a break from D-bag Snark?"
"Hush your shit Christian Jones! Mark is fine and I actually kinda miss him!"
