"Can't we just stay in tonight?" Jason whined, not taking his eyes off the television.
"We talked about this, Jason... I want to go out more." I said sternly, finishing up my lipstick.
"Yeah... But a club downtown? That's just, you know, not somewhere I'd fit in." He said, still playing his game.
"But it's somewhere I'll have fun. And you'd have fun too if you'd just cut loose a little." I replied, slipping into a tight red dress.
"I just... I don't know, Tonya." He mumbled.
"I'm going Jason, you can come with me if you want but I'm getting really tired of arguing about this." I spat, strapping on my black heels and checking my reflection one last time.
Jason threw on a hoodie and reluctantly followed me out of the apartment. Jason drove because he wasn't planning to drink, and he complained all the way. To be honest, I'd been thinking about breaking it off with him for a while. There were a lot of reasons to do it, and a lot of reasons not to.
On one hand, I was comfortable. Jason was easy to live with and I had absolutely no idea how to be single. On the other hand however, he didn't make me happy. He didn't fulfill me. It wasn't all about sex, but that was a big part of the problem.
Jason had no stamina, like, at all. He had no staying power. He always, and I mean always, came before I could. It didn't help that his package left so much to be desired. It hadn't taken me long to realize that Jason's little pink thing would never get me off. He was kind though, and he could eat pussy with the best of them, so I did always climax eventually. It wasn't the same though. It wasn't what I wanted and that was seriously putting a strain on the rest of our relationship.
I loved him though, I really did, and that left me in a tough spot. That's the main reason I wanted to go out that night. I thought a night on the town, drinking and living it up would either help us reconnect or give me the liquid courage to finally do something about it. All told, it sorta did both.
The club was packed and loud, and Jason wasn't feeling it at first, but after a few drinks and a little dancing, he started to mellow out a little. Halfway through the night, and we were actually starting to have a lot of fun. Jason was getting pretty wasted and I wasn't very far behind him. The bartender had been slipping me free drinks for most of the night, and we'd been making small talk in between songs. It was the sort of thing that would have probably made Jason jealous right away had he been sober enough to notice.
The bartender's name was Maurice, and he might have been the hottest man I'd ever spoken to. Had I not been so drunk, I might have been a little quicker to rebuff his obvious flirtation, but at first I told myself that he was just fishing for tips. After a while though, we started talking about more serious stuff. He listened to me prattle on about what I wanted to do with my life and how I felt stuck sometimes.
"You're not stuck, Tonya. You're being held back. You're not getting what you want, and I can tell you why." He said, looking at me sympathetically.
"I don't know what you mean." I said, growing aware that this conversation was becoming a little too personal.
I glanced over at my boyfriend, he was tipping back another shot, and staring blankly at the wall of bottles. His face was fire engine red, and his eyes were glazed over.
"Yes you do. You're too good for him." Maurice said, nodding towards Jason.
"That's not funny." I countered, feeling defensive because it hit way too close to home.
"I'm serious, Tonya, you're the sexiest woman in this club. I don't just say things I don't mean." Maurice said, leaning close so that I could hear him over the thumping music.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, built like a linebacker. When he mixed my drink, I found myself watching his big, strong hands glide deftly over the bottles and shakers. His deep brown eyes seemed to bore into my soul when he looked at me, and his smile made my knees weak. When I took what had to be my fifth drink from him, our hands touched and I couldn't help but stare at the way his big dark hand contrasted with my small white one. He closed his hand around mine and traced small circles in my palm with his thumb. I opened my mouth to object, but then closed it.
"You should come back to my place. My shift is almost over and I don't want to stop talking to you." He said softly.
My heart was racing, I wanted to say no but I couldn't find the words. I tried to politely decline, to make some sort of excuse, but I couldn't. Instead, I just blushed and looked over at Jason. He was face-down on the bar, out like a light. Maurice had been slipping him free drinks all night too, and he'd hit his limit half an hour ago.
"He can come too, if that's what you're wondering. I have a really comfortable couch where he can sleep this off." Maurice said with a soft chuckle.
I looked down and saw that he was still holding my hand. I pulled my hand away and smiled, shame starting to build up inside me. I looked back over at my boyfriend, a puddle of drool was forming where his lips met the bar. Some drunk guy bumped into him and spilled a drink down the back of his hoodie, ice and all, but Jason didn't move.
"I don't know, I think we should just go home." I stammered, looking back at Jason again.
"I live right around the block from here. He can sleep it off, and I'll bring you guys back up to your car in the morning. It would be irresponsible of me to let either of you drive home like this anyway." He said, his voice turning stern.
Something about the shift in his voice made me nervous, but it also excited me. Seeing no other option, I agreed, and helped Maurice carry Jason to his car. We loaded my unconscious boyfriend into the back seat of Maurice's Lincoln, and I sat upfront.
Maurice lived quite a bit farther from the bar than I'd assumed, and as we drove down the dark city streets, he placed one big hand on my exposed thigh and squeezed. It sent shivers down my spine and made my heart race. In spite of myself, I let out a small moan. Maurice took my reaction as an invitation, and slid his hand up my dress. I thought about stopping him, but I didn't. When his big fingers found my clit, I gasped. I was already soaking wet, and this goaded the black bartender on. As we turned down another street I didn't recognize, he slid a finger inside me. I moaned louder, and Jason started to stir in the back seat.
"What's... Hey... What's goin' on?" My boyfriend mumbled from behind me.
"Nothing you need to worry about, go back to sleep." Maurice said calmly, not stopping what he was doing for a second.
When we pulled up to his house, he turned to me. He placed a hand on my neck, pulled me close and kissed me full on the lips. The kiss was deep, passionate, thrilling. It made me tremble.
"Let's get Jason tucked in, and I'll make us some more drinks." He said, smiling.
