Steve sat hunched over the bar of The Blue Moose. It was his favorite watering of yesteryear- before Sunny. It seemed like such a long time ago, but the place hadn't changed much. It was like an old friend; you could always count on it to be there and to pick up right where you left off. That's when she walked into his life. A blur of burnished gold and burgundy. This woman had confidence that she yielded like a whip and her sexy surefire walk caused the crotch of Steve's pants to tighten. Her skin was dewy with an incandescent shimmer. She sat down at the barstool next to him and ordered a Morgan's sunrise. Steve looked down at his own captain and coke and laughed. His chuckle caught her attention.
She looked over at him and smiled. She was wearing a gold shirt with a plunge v-neck that showed off her décolletage. The perkiness of her breasts made Steve's cock surge in his pants. He followed the lean line of her torso and saw more of her bronzed skin on display. She introduced herself and they chatted easily about their favorite books, movies, even bar's. This woman was making him forget all about Susan and Sunny. This time it was the little strip of skin where her shirt ended and her low-slung pants began. Steve could see the dimples in her lower back and he fantasized about seeing the golden curve of her back as he pressed his thumbs into those very dimples and entered her from behind. He wanted to lick her shimmering skin, to taste her heat. "Blonde or brunette?" She threw him totally off-guard with her question and Steve wasn't sure where this was going.
"Neither. Red head." Steve had beaten her at her own game and even delivered a fastball back. "I've got one. Full coverage or thong?" He raised one eyebrow and looked at her askew.
"Neither." It seemed that Aerie had once again one-upped him. He was going to have to step it up a bit if he was going to compete with this spring chicken. The lines around Steve's eyes crinkled when he laughed. In the midst of their bawdy conversation he did think about Susan and Sunny. He saw her wide blue eyes and brown curls. Ever since the baby had been born it was "Susan and Sunny, Sunny and Sue." The two were inseparable. Sue was terrified that if she left Sunny for any substantial amount of time something might happen. Susan had even started insisting that Sunny sleep in their bed with them. Steve and Sue were supposed to form a "love circle" around their baby. Steve was okay with it at first, but after a few nights he was losing sleep and he was terrified that he was going to roll over and squish Sunny. It was starting to affect his work performance and finally Steve refused to be a part of the "love circle." How could he be expected to be the sole breadwinner and participate in her New Age parenting crap? Steve had mentioned the idea of Susan going back to work but each time she launched into a lecture about how important it was to be there for Sunny. Steve finally gave up trying.
His knees creaked as he slid off the barstool and it was clear that barhopping belonged to his youth. Aerie whirled around on her barstool and hopped up, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the other side of the bar. "Let's play darts."
"What?"
"Yeah, come on. 301."
"I don't know how to play," he stammered out.
"I'll teach you, then." Aerie flashed him a smile that made it impossible to say no. She fed a dollar into the machine and it came alive. The lights started blinking and honky-tonk music emanated from deep inside. Aerie entered all the information, grabbed the three darts, and marched to the shooting line. "Like this." She threw each dart at the dartboard, hoping for a bull's-eye, but taking what she got. "First one to zero wins. If a dart falls out, no do over. After your turn hit this button." She pulled the darts from the dartboard, punched the player change, and handed the darts to Steve.
He closed one eye, meticulously lined up each shot, and launched the dart. Never once did it land where he intended it to, but all three were solid shots. Aerie jumped up and ran behind the line taking her second turn. She threw three quick and easy shots. Bam. Bam. Bam. Steve watched her feminine bicep tense and relax. He wanted to know more about her but something held him back from asking him the things he most wanted to know. "I got one. Shag carpeting or hardwood floors?" Steve was glad that the bar was dark and he hoped that she didn't see his crimson face, afraid that she would throw her drink in his face and slap him for asking such a forward question.
"Well, again the answer is neither. I'd say it's more of a throw rug. You know, just enough to add some decoration and warmth to the place!" She giggled flirtatiously. "Lights on or off?" Steve had to squelch the urge to go into a monologue about how Susan always insisted that the lights stay off.
"I'm flexible. On or off, it doesn't matter. It's not like I can't find it in the dark." He gave Aerie a knowing smile and she blushed. Aerie didn't know what to say back to him so she just handed over the darts and let him take his turn. She beat him twice and he reluctantly turned down her offer for best of five. He knew that he had to get going, it was almost midnight. "Aerie, I've never had so much fun here and I've been coming here for ages."
"Really? Then why haven't I ever seen you here?"
"Lets just say that I haven't been here recently." He turned to go but Aerie caught his arm. When he turned back to her their lips met in a hungry kiss that couldn't be denied. Instead of backing away from his desire she charged into it with a ferocity of her own. Their tongues warred as they mashed their mouths against each other, Steve placed a trembling hand on the swell of her breast and gaining confidence he slid his hand inside her shirt. Her nipple had already hardened into a tight nub and he pinched it and rolled it between his fingers. Aerie pushed her groin into Steve and it took all of his strength to break himself free of her force field. With ragged breath he whispered, "I can't." Aerie looked into his dark eyes and whimpered.
"Please, I need you." She took his hand and slid it down the front of her pants. His fingers slid between the folds of her labia and felt her moistness. Steve couldn't remember the last time a woman had begged him to take her. He was the one begging for a blowjob, or making bargains over household chores for sex. But here was a warm, wet, woman panting for him. It was just too much. He took Aerie by the hand and led her to his car. "Wait, I live just around the corner." Their roles shifted and Aerie was now leading Steve by the hand. The balmy air was thick and moist. It had been a long time since Steve was intentionally up at this hour, and even longer since he had been outside. He was reminded of the nights that he used to stay out all night, hopping from place to place, always settling in at Moe's Diner, the only twenty-four hour joint within ten miles. "We're here."
Steve looked up at the apartment building. It was nondescript and he didn't know if he could find it again on his own if he had to. They walked mute up the stairs and Aerie let him into her apartment. He stood in her living room looking around. It wasn't what he expected at all. She had a beautiful entertainment center with a flat screen TV, an x-box, and a DVD player. Aerie quickly rushed through her apartment removing stray dishes and clothing but Steve barely noticed. He was still taking in the scenery of her home. Against the railing that led downstairs was a burgundy couch with flowers sprayed across it and oversized pillows. She had a matching loveseat and a coffee table that matched the wood of the entertainment center. "Oh, I work two jobs. I know what you're thinking- how does someone so young have all this nice stuff." Steve turned red with embarrassment. He didn't mean to make Aerie feel like she had to apologize for her svelte furnishings.
"It's a great place. You have a great decorating sense." It was all he could do to save himself from his embarrassment. "Can I have the grand tour?"
