This is the story of how I met Song, and how she made me the luckiest man alive.
It all began after my friend, Joey, broke up with his girlfriend. Actually, calling it "broke with his girlfriend" doesn't quite tell the story. She dumped him, and she did so in the nastiest possible way — over WhatsApp. Afterwards, he found out (that is, she told him) she already was cheating on him with some guy she was working with. All those times when she "had a headache", or "wasn't in the mood for sex", she was actually already all soar from having wild sex with that guy. She would pass through his place before work, or after work, and sometimes even during lunch break.
After he got over the part when he didn't want to talk to anyone, let alone leave the house (he called in sick, and didn't come to work for a week), he finally answered my call, and told me all about it. Then he told me he would like to fuck anything that moves. When we met, I suggested we go to a bar in my neighborhood which I knew to be a "pick-up" bar.
We sat at the bar and sipped our beers. That is, I was sipping, Joey was drinking. And drinking. But other than drinking (or sipping), we didn't do anything. None of us had a clue about what we were supposed to do — how do we get Joey laid. Then I saw two cute looking girls who looked more or less our age, sitting next to a table at the far end of the bar. I suggested we bought them beer. I ordered two pints of beer for the girls on that table. The bar tender prepared the drinks and a waitress brought it to them. We saw the girls asking the waitress where the beers had come from and the waitress pointed a finger in our direction. The two girls smiled and waved at us, inviting us to their table.
We asked the bar tender to move our tap to that table, and moved over. There were two open chairs there, and we took them.
"Hi, I'm Jessica," said the medium-built girl with the long, dark hair, "and this is Song," she gestured towards her friend, who was a bit taller and thinner, had a short blond hair and a very bright skin.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Owen," I introduced myself, and Joey introduced himself as we set down.
"'Song', what a beautiful name," I said to the blond girl who was now sitting across from me.
"Thanks," she said with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" Jessica asked.
And Joey did what a man in his situation should absolutely never ever do when trying to hit on a girl, and told the truth.
"No worries," said Jessica and held his arm, "I'm going to make sure you forget everything about her tonight. Wanna dance? I absolutely love this song!"
(Turned out there was a pun in this sentence, but I didn't know about it until much much later).
Jessica took Joey to the dance floor. Song and I watched them teasing each other while dancing. We tried to talk, but the music was turning way too loud to allow a proper conversation. After twenty minutes or so, Song suggested we split.
"They are not going back to the table," she shouted. "Let's pay up and go."
I agreed, and we asked for the bill, we split it between the two of us, and left.
"In which direction are you going?" Song asked.
"I live nearby. I can walk at any direction with you, if you want."
She smiled, and we started walking towards her place.
"Joey is going to get laid tonight," she told me as we started to walk.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Well, I know Jessica... She's going to put out to him in the bathroom, and then he's not going to hear from her again."
"Well, I guess this is what Joey needs right now," I said, "or at least what he wants."
"I guess that's why she picked him," Song said, smiling at me.
"I guess."
"And you?" she turned to me. "Why were you there? Joey said why he was, but you didn't..."
"I was there for him," I said.
"Was that the only reason? Do you have someone? A girlfriend, a wife?"
"Not at the moment," I said. "I broke with my last girlfriend a few months ago."
"I'm sorry. So, were you there looking for a hookup?" she insisted.
"Well, I don't know if that's the best place for that, for me," I explained. "I can't just have sex with someone whom I don't at the very least, like, and I don't want to share something as beautiful as sex with someone I like, and then not hear from her ever again."
"I know what you mean," she said in a soft voice, which sounded a bit sad.
"I'm looking for someone to make love to every night, and wake next to every morning," I said.
She did not answer. It looked as if her mind was somewhere else. We walked in silence for a few more minutes until we reached an old apartment building.
"That's me," she said, smiling at me. "It was nice walking with you."
"It was nice for me too," I paused for a bit and then asked: "Would it be OK if we get some dinner together sometime?"
"That would be great," she answered with a smile.
There were a few seconds of awkward silence, which she broke with a series of digits. Oh yeh, when a girl agrees to go on a date with you, you'd better get her number, otherwise it will be really hard to make contact.
I put her number in my "contacts" on my phone, and she moved towards me, her right hand forwards, and shook my hand goodbye.
"Good night, Owen, it was nice meeting you."
"Good night, Song," I said. "It was nice meeting you too."
She turned away and punched a code to open her building's front door. I was smiling out of control. I felt I was in love, and so happy this beautiful girl agreed to go out with me. I stared at her as she opened the door and made a step forward.
But then she stopped, and turned back. She walked back to me and said:
"I would love to go on a date with you. I really, really want this."
I heard a "but" coming.
"but... would it be OK if I asked you to come up with me? I know you don't want to have sex with someone you don't, at the very least, like, but you did ask me out, so I guess you do like me. And you don't want to do share this experience with someone, and then not see her again. But I agreed to go out with you, so we are going to see each other again... I'm sorry... I just haven't fucked in two months and all this talk about Joey and Jessica made me so horny..."
I was in shock. First, because of the suggestion. I was never invited to a girl's apartment so early in our relationship. But mostly, I was in shock because of the amount of thought she put into that. And besides, two months? I haven't had sex for almost six...
"Sure," I said, with a half voice.
We went up to her apartment. It was a small, old apartment. She told me she was a subtenant, and that Jessica was the tenant, and therefore, her roommate. Being a subtenant, she got the smaller bedroom. It had enough room for a single bed and a desk. The desk was covered with binders and books. There were hospital scrubs lying on the chair near the desk. One binder was sitting on the bed. She moved it to the desk and set herself down.
"Close the door and come over," she asked me.
I closed the door and moved towards her. When I was really close, she unbuckled my jeans, and pushed her hands inside it.
"Are you happy I asked you up here?" she asked, feeling my erection as the back of her fingers touched my underwear.
