Part 1
The music at the bar was kind of loud for my taste, but it was the only place nearby that my roommate could get into. Everywhere else walkable checked ID at the door and she was only 19. After bailing on college upstate she had moved to the city about six months ago. I think this is the only bar she's ever even been to. Boyfriend and I hadn't lived here long either, so Emma was really my only close friend. I'm only a few years older, but way more experienced with drinking, guys, life, the whole nine yards.
I escaped NYC along with boyfriend last year for something more affordable, which is nice. The downside is that I left all my friends (and side guys) behind. Back in NY I had a few good things going on. Boyfriend and I have an open relationship, where we date pretty much whoever we please. Close friends and the like are off limits (mostly). It works out well because while boyfriend is great, sometimes a girl just needs a little... more. Jealousy happens but we deal. Also sometimes jealousy is hot.
Boyfriend is a social butterfly so he's been dating and already has a pretty good group of friends. He and a few of his coworkers were in the corner throwing darts. I'm not sure they even knew the rules.
"Yo watch yourselves!" the bartender yelled, as two of them raced to the board to grab their darts. They ignored him, like drunk dudes do, and wrestled over who got to throw next. Elbows flew and boyfriend knocked over a beer on some innocent bystander.
The bartender was on them fast (or maybe it seemed that way because I was fairly drunk too)! He was a tall older guy, prolly in his 40s. He'd been there other nights but I never got his name because honestly he struck me as kind of a jerk.
"Alright kids! Out!" He was always talking down to people like that. Boyfriend and his buddies were out of line I guess, but he really didn't need to throw them out.
I followed outside. Boyfriend wanted me to bar hop with them but I wasn't about to abandon Emma. Needless to say words were exchanged. When I went back in I was in an awful mood.
"Oooo look though. For us!" Em had clearly ready my mind and handed me a shot.
"Oh tequila... I make a lot of mistakes with tequila."
"Sorry lady. I didn't pick. They were an apology from Jack."
"Jack?" The bartender waved and walked over.
"Jack." He extended his hand. I shook it and gave a half smile.
"Nice hands," interjected Emma as she leaned in. She was definitely drunk. He did have nice hands though and to be fair it was good tequila. Jack poured us all another shot and did one too. I'm pretty sure we didn't pay for another drink that night.
It was Thursday so the bar thinned out pretty fast. After some small talk, "I've seen you around, live in the area, sorry about your boyfriend, blah blah," more booze and some harmless flirting I needed to pee desperately.
I took care of business and was looking in the mirror. My tomboy game was on point. I had one of boyfriend's plaid shirts buttoned all the way up to the collar, short hair perfectly quaffed, new black frame glasses and a sports bra keeping me all in place. My boobs are pretty big, C cups, but they look huge on my tiny frame so I squeezed them into a tight sports bra that night for a more andro look. While admiring myself and putting on some lipstick for a femme touch, my phone blew up. I had a text from an unknown number.
::COME BACK:: with a goofy picture of Jack and Emma behind the bar. When I walked out she was swatting his chest. I was surprised at how much smaller than him she looked. He was easily over six feet. We all giggled some more and Emma went outside to smoke while I finished my drink and said goodbye.
"She's trashed I should tuck her in."
"Stay a while. She's a big girl. She can handle getting home."
I was more tempted than I expected, but it was getting late.
"Sorry but boyfriend is pissed at me as is. I should talk to him before bed."
Jack smirked, turned away and started moving some glasses. He didn't say goodbye, just kind of went back to work as if we hadn't spent the night laughing and flirting. Jerk.
I practically carried Emma home. When I changed and looked at my phone I had a bunch of drunk texts from boyfriend. He was at his place and in bed. There was also one from Jack's number.
::Your bf was only mad because he's got a small dick::
I was outraged! Boyfriend does not have a small dick. I mean... It's not big, but it does the trick... usually. I think he's even above average.
::Fuck off! You prolly have a small dick!::
It wasn't my most eloquent reply, but whatever. My blood was up.
He was def prepared for me though. Within seconds my phone was buzzing. I was ready for a fight, but all I got was a picture of his junk. Instantly all that rage turned into something very different. It was a mirror pic, just torso down. He definitely had a right to be cocky. That thing was not small. When I looked back later I noticed he was in surprisingly good shape for an older guy. You could see the faint outline of a six pack, light hair leading down to his nicely trimmed package. The main event distracted from all of that though. The one thing I think about in that moment was how heavy it looked, long, thickand so heavy. It was standing straight up and reached past his belly button.
I was examining the beautiful veins and the bulge right in the middle. My pussy was getting wet, so sitting right on the couch I reached down to feel. As I ran my finger over the lips I felt how smooth I was. I pushed on my clit and started making little circles. I was just starting to get into it when another text came in.
::What's your address?::
Without thinking I replied.
I tore through my room looking for something to wear. I didn't wanna look like I had gotten dressed up, but my nipples were poking out hard through the worn out v-neck I was wearing. You could easily see I had one pierced and the other wasn't being quiet either. The little boyshorts I had on didn't leave too much to the imagination either. Before I could find something just lacy or just tiny enough to still look effortless the bell rang.
Shit! I raced to the door so he wouldn't ring again and wake up Em.
"Hey," I managed to get out.
