Author's note: This is the second installment of Jared and Norah's story, which will be told in several parts. Not every part will be sex-laden but will hopefully still be enjoyable to read. ;) To start at the beginning, please read here: http://www.literotica.com/s/the-beginning-jared-and-norah
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"Okay, Norah, what's wrong?"
Norah dragged her gaze from the vodka rocks on the table in front of her, realizing she was being a very poor companion. She looked at Lisa with a small grimace and sighed. "Sorry love, I should have cancelled."
"Oh, shut up!" Lisa smiled at her, blue eyes glinting with amusement as she gave the other woman a mock shove on the shoulder. "You know I'd want to hang out with you even if you were hiding under the table." Lisa took a sip of her own drink, before setting it back down on the dark purple tablecloth, her eyes never leaving Norah's face. "But, I can tell something is obviously going on in that pretty head of yours, and has been for awhile. That's half the reason I wouldn't take no for an answer tonight on coming out with me. So, spill it!" With a saucy flip of her blonde hair, her gaze now leveled intently on her friend's face, like a predator with its prey.
Norah didn't particularly want to share all the salacious details with her best friend, but she knew better than to think she could keep it from her. Lisa was nothing if not persistent. She delayed a minute more, mindlessly toying with the short black straw in her glass.
"When you think about this..." The memory of Jared's voice reverberated in her head, as she replayed the feel of his body pressing down on hers as he spoke huskily in her ear, his hard cock deep inside her. She'd done nothing *but* think about him fucking her, on the desk, in an all but abandoned grocery store.
Shaking her head to dislodge the mental image once again, she felt almost desperate as she brought her attention back to Lisa's face, noting the concern beneath her friend's joie de vivre. "It's nothing much." Norah finally admitted, speaking up as the noise in the bar increased. "I...I met someone."
"Oh my god, and you waited this long to tell me?" Lisa fairly squealed, half excitement and half admonition in her voice. "Girl, who is he? Do I know him?" Her hand reached out and grabbed Norah's forearm, shaking it as if that would cause the words to tumble out more quickly.
"No, I think it's safe to say you don't know him." Norah looked down at her half-empty glass ruefully, pondering how many more it would take her to obliterate the memories completely from her Jared-obsessed brain.
"NORAH!" Lisa exclaimed, startling a couple of people at the table adjacent. Norah gave them a weak smile of apology, as Lisa tried to pull her arm off at the elbow in her fervor to prompt a confession.
"Okay, okay! Hold up!" Norah laughed, retracting her arm and rubbing her wrist. "No need to chafe. I'll tell!"
Lisa sat back knowingly, "It's Neil isn't it? I've seen him nosing around you at work." She motioned to the waiter to bring them another round.
"Neil? Um, no. If he is hovering around me, it's because he wants my job. Besides, I don't think I'm his type." Norah wrinkled her nose at the thought of him. He didn't inspire her to much more of a reaction than mild nausea...he always smelled like garlic. And not in a good way.
"Why not?" Lisa frowned. "You're beautiful and..." her voice trailed off at the look on Norah's face. "Oh not his TYPE. Gotcha." Lisa tossed her blonde hair back and thanked the waiter for the drinks, flashing him a thousand-watt smile. "Keep them coming honey." She winked slyly and he nodded with a grin of his own. Lisa had a way with people especially those of the male persuasion.
"Anyway." Lisa continued, turning her attention back to Norah. "If it's not Neil, then who?" Her gaze pinned Norah to her seat, menacing in the way only a best friend could be.
"His name is Jared." Norah said, transferring the straw from her empty glass to her brand new cocktail and taking a long pull of the concoction. "And there's not much to tell, since we've only just met."
"There's always plenty to tell." Lisa waved away her prevarication with a dismissive movement of her hand. "Where did you meet him?"
Norah relaxed slightly at the question she could easily answer. "The grocery store." Her mind flashed back to his arms hauling her up against his chest, the desire in his eyes, then herself, standing naked in front of him while his gaze traveled over her curves appreciatively.
Lisa looked at her suspiciously, her eyes narrowed on Norah's face, which was turning a light shade of pink. "The grocery store. Okay. And when are you seeing him next?"
Norah swirled the straw, causing the ice to tinkle against the glassware. "Not sure." she said, taking a drink to try and cool off, and delay having to answer for yet another minute. She couldn't meet Lisa's eyes.
"Norah did you..." Lisa started to ask as the penny dropped, the calculating look in her eyes telling Norah she'd figured it out. Before she could say anything else, they were interrupted by a swarthy beast of a God-man, who was devouring Lisa with his eyes. "Dance." He stated, holding out his hand, not even acknowledging the possibility she'd decline. And she didn't, giving him a dazzling smile and slipping her hand into his.
As he started to pull her away, she looked back at Norah, saying tartly, "We're not done, missy!" Norah loudly called after her, hoping to delay the inevitable. "Dance as long as you'd like."
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Jared pushed open the door to the bar, already annoyed at Jay. He hadn't wanted to come out tonight, and traffic had sucked, making him late. He wished Jay had just told him over the phone what was so damn urgent and had to be said in person. It's not like they hadn't just met up last week.
Jared took a calming breath as he looked around the room for the other man, the rational part of his brain reflecting that urgent probably really was urgent. His older brother wasn't prone to hyperbole or drama. He was pretty much a straight arrow.
And that's about the only straight thing about him. Jared amused himself with thinking about the long-standing joke between them, replaying his brother's voice saying that phrase in over-accentuated flamboyance the night he came out to their parents. During dinner for maximum effect.
Not that it had been much of a secret, but it had been important to Jay to be able to say it out loud to his family. He'd told Jared weeks before, which earned him Jared's sardonic response of "duh", and then proceeded to enlist his help to practice what he would say to their parents. Jared supported his plans, but also knew his parents weren't going to be upset, or even particularly surprised by Jay's news. Everyone had known Jay preferred boys since he hit puberty. Regardless, it was still a relief to Jared to be proved right; their parents' response had been to smile, and ask if he was seeing anyone.
Now Jay was happily partnered to a veterinarian, and running a branch office of their father's company. Outside of regular family dinners, he and Jared met usually once a month, on their own for what they called "brother bonding" time. They'd just met last week; it was doubtful he had a burning need to see Jared again so quickly, just for the heck of it.
At least it was Thursday, Jared thought, as he quickly scanned the half empty bar for his brother. The music was loud but there wasn't a crush of bodies adding to his irritation at the choice of venue. He had been to this place a couple of times but not recently; the decor had been updated and a dance floor had been established where the pool tables used to be.
His eyes scanned the room, still not seeing his brother. "Great." he muttered to himself, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone. Before he could retrieve it, he heard a sound that pinged his subconscious and he stopped dead, eyes scanning the tables around the dance floor intently. It was hard to see in the dim light, so he moved further into the room, the quest for his sibling momentarily forgotten.
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Norah took the opportunity while Lisa was away to compose herself, and watched the crowd as the room started to fill up. It wasn't very busy, but then it was still early. This was also a higher-end club, with fewer college students looking for night of utter drunken debauchery, and more business types looking to let their hair down and unwind after a long day.
Norah's team had finished the audits they'd been working and had a brief respite before the next set was scheduled. Norah was taking advantage of it by leaving work at a reasonable hour like a normal person; as such, it meant it was barely 7:30 pm at the bar.
Her mind flashed back again to That Night. She had been so tired, so out of sorts, so keyed up when she saw him. Out of her mind, she told herself for the millionth time. That's the reason she basically threw herself at him, the match strike that propelled them both into the flames. It was an aberration, a once-in-a-lifetime thing.
"Then why have you gone back to the store three times in the last two weeks?" Norah's traitorous mind accused silently. But Norah knew why, even if she couldn't put her finger on the exact nature of it. She knew there was something else, something just outside of her grasp, something she was compelled to discover.
She tapped her finger on the table, watching the dancers adjacent the table with unseeing eyes.
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Jared could hardly believe his eyes. The woman who'd consumed his thoughts for the last two weeks, three days and nineteen hours was right there in the room with him. She looked even more gorgeous than he remembered, her long dark hair pulled back loosely in a clip, her outfit similar to the one she'd briefly worn in his presence before. His cock twitched with the recollection of her perfect body laid bare before him.
He'd given her his card before she left that night, but once he'd gotten her name out of her, she hadn't been forthcoming with any of her other personal details. Jared understood that, to a point; after all, he could boast a certain level of extremely intimate knowledge, and that alone probably made her feel vulnerable. If there was one thing he could do, it was read people. And while he'd seen the swift decision-making ability - hell, he'd been the direct beneficiary of it that night - he also knew that the 'morning after' was a tangible evil. Everything looked clearer in the light of day.
Fortunately for them both, it was dark out right now He didn't need more than a split-second to make his decision. He made his way toward her, threading his way around tables and mingling couples, until he stood behind and to the right of her. Decision made, the threw caution to the wind. After all, the worst thing she could say was no.
