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.
"So I told you I don't live up here anymore," I fished, "I live closer to the city."
"So you have, why bring it up again?" she asked.
"I'm pretty drunk, I'll have to leave my car up here if I take an Uber home..." I was being quite obvious at this point.
She wasn't one for pleasantries. "Well just come sleep over. You can grab your car in the morning." She smiled at me again as our eyes both lit up. We both wanted it, we both knew it.
"Let's get the fuck out of here." I laid cash on the bar and stood up behind her, my hands cupping her arms. She grabbed her purse and stood, looking at me like I had just kicked a puppy. A look of disgust.
I was dumbfounded, *what the fuck...*
Her face broke into that heart-melting smile. "Lighten up dude." She grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her, making for the door.
As we stepped outside she turned and kissed me, her hands rubbing my crotch. Her tongue swirled around mine, the piercing felt cold against my tongue.
"It's a short walk," she winked. Then led me away from the bar.
The walk was short. It was filled mostly with intermittent kissing and groping. She teasingly squeezed my ass, so I returned the favor. We entered an apartment building and stepped into the elevator, she pressed the button for the sixth floor.
She turned to look at me, showing me that smile. She moved close to me, gently nibbling my collarbone through my shirt. I placed my hand around her lower back and grabbed her hand, pulling her close to me like in a dance. Her hand teased at my belt. As my cock grew hard, she began to grip and rub it through my jeans. Her finger traced along the tip, her nose and lips brushed against my Adam's apple.
The door opened to her floor and she spun around. She walked quickly out of the elevator, her thin hips and round ass swaying with every step. I stepped to follow her perfect walk; she looked back at me and gave me one last smile as she approached her door, her eyes connecting with mine.
She opened the door and held it open for me. As I walked in I could smell sweet perfume., she strode past me and told me to make myself at home. Combined with the alcohol, the perfume made me light-headed; I bumped into the wall and leaned against it for support. She reappeared from the kitchen with a glasses of red wine, holding one out for me.
"Do you like to party?" she asked slyly. I nodded as she pulled a small baggy of powder from her bra. She dipped her pinky into it and placed a small mound on her tongue, then kissed me again, forcing her tongue on mine. I tasted it. It tasted like pure gasoline.
"It's molly." She pulled away, eyes boring into mine. They were so dilated, there was hardly any green left to them. She poured the rest of the powder into the two glasses, gave me a smirk, then pulled me toward her room.
As we entered she turned around, and teasingly raised her glass to my lips. She tipped it, slowly having me down the whole thing. She took mine in her hand, and did the same.
She pressed her body against mine, her crotch rubbing against my thigh, her tits pressing just below my chest. "I want to play another game," she sighed.
I looked at her, all sense of hesitation gone from my mind. Drunk, rolling, and in love (I think) I smiled and tore my shirt off. I kissed her and pulled her shirt off, her tan body stretching as she reached back to take off her bra. Her tits were perky and a perfect handful. Her nipples were small and dark. They were hardening with the cool air.
