This is my first story I've ever written. I also wrote it in a matter of hours, so please be gentle. If it has potential, I will edit and repost an updated version.
* around phrases indicates thoughts or shared thoughts.
Thanks for reading!
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I sat at the bar, swirling my drink over ice. People tell me tequila is for shots, but hell, I love it regardless. I swirled again and downed the rest, then set it on the coaster. The bartender walked toward another customer, nodding to me as I tapped on the bar for another. She was cute, a little older. I think she had worked here when I was a regular.
This bar was my favorite, it hadn't changed since I was slightly younger and crazier. In an hour or so there'd be no room to sit, the place would be packed with college kids. Who gave a fuck if it was Tuesday, this town knows how to party.
I don't live here anymore, although sometimes I wish I did. The college life was the life for me. Not to say that I'm not happy with myself now. I have a great job, the flat I live in is in a hot area, I have plenty of friends. And the women in my life are great. I live in this generation where everyone is terrified of commitment, which has its perks. I have a few casual flings, and all of them are mutual. I indulge in the occasional black-out drunk hookup as well.
The truth is I felt a little old sitting in this bar. It was the type of place that could make a guy of 26 feel old. I hadn't been here in maybe three years; the last time my ex and I had gotten so drunk we slept in the grass at a nearby park.
I was here to meet someone I had matched with on Tinder. She was a grad student, finishing up her PhD or something. Her bio was a little risqué, something about loving to dance and make bad decisions when she wasn't serious about her work. I liked the sound of it; she sounded quite a bit like myself. We had agreed to meet here to drink ourselves a little silly, then continue to a quieter bar with an older crowd.
Of course, a gentleman always starts a little early to avoid getting his date drunker than himself.
I knocked the second drink back as the girl walked in the bar. She was honestly very pretty. Too pretty for me, but, hey, I'd never let her know I thought that. She had long legs, covered with skin-tight black denim. She had black heels on, with random straps crossing her feet to hold them on. The straps continued up her legs to her knees; the shoes looked expensive, and extraordinarily sexy. Her top stopped just below the waist of her pants, a flat, tan stomach barely showing. Her shirt was loose, a deep V cut into the back, almost like she did it herself. A smaller V found itself down the front, teasing the perky tits that hung beneath. They weren't big, large B or small C cups. Her dark brown hair, curled at the ends, fell down her back and framed her cleavage, the longest strands reaching the edge of her shirt.
Her face...
Her face was something else. She had high cheekbones, a thin, delicate nose, and thick, full lips. My stomach fluttered as she smiled at me, recognizing my (slightly less attractive) face. Her teeth were pearl white and straight as could be. As she strolled closer I smiled as well. I ordered two shots of tequila, feigning confidence. As she sat I noticed her eyes. They were green, so green. Her makeup highlighted all of these features; her glare was smoldering hot. I never wanted to look away.
*Fuck*, I realized she was talking. My eyes aren't quite interesting enough to halt all conversation.
"...nice to meet you, too. Nick." I jumped into the conversation. Luckily Nadia didn't notice. And luckily I had enough sense to hear her name. "I've got the first round ordered up."
"Oh, yay!" she beamed. Her voice was expressive, and her smile lit me up once again. "I love shots," she winked.
"Who doesn't," I laughed, nervously.
She smiled again, rolling her eyes. "I've met a few, never could trust them though."
We laughed and joked for the next hour or so. She was so light-hearted, she obviously didn't take much very seriously. I liked it. And damnit, everytime she looked at me her eyes made me melt. We continued to drink.
"You know, I've got a game we could play," she teased. "But its very naughty."
I was taken aback at first, but then I reminded myself of her attitude. She's been flirty all night, and she likes to make bad decisions. "Well hit me with it," I smiled. "Just don't be upset when I win."
She giggled and looked at the bartender. "Okay. We take shots. After each shot, we each get to choose somewhere to kiss the other."
Her eyes lit up at my smile, "and the first person to back out buys the shots". She stuck her tongue out at me. Oh god, of course it was pierced.
Speaking of whom, thank you for bringing this wonderful creature into my life.
"Well I don't see myself backing out, love," I smiled.
"Cheers."
We downed the shots. Before I opened my eyes I felt her lips on mine. I could taste the tequila, I could taste it on her lips. Her tongue slipped along my lips as her hands came to rest on my knees. She gently bit my lower lip and pulled, letting go as she sat back.
I opened my eyes to see her looking back at me. Man she was hot.
"Your turn," she smirked.
I leaned into her neck, close enough to hear her breath in my ear.
"Here," I whispered, as I gently kissed the side of her neck. I nuzzled my nose against her, and gently licked where I kissed. She sighed. And began to nibble on my earlobe.
Wow, that felt good. Really good.
She breathed into my ear, "next round".
We pulled away from each other, smiling. She ordered the next round, her hand roaming along my thigh. I placed my hand around her shoulders and she pressed against me.
We played like this for another two or three shots, each kiss becoming more and more wanting, and hands roaming where they shouldn't in a public place.
I was quite drunk at this point. A perfect gentleman. She was beginning to bob as she talked. We were on the same page.
