Everyone has that someone, that special someone, that person who no matter how much you know you can never be with is the one you just have to fuck. In my own case what makes it particularly interesting is the feisty little fact of knowing that this, my special forbidden someone, wanted to fuck me to. The chemistry between us was electric, on nights out with common friends we'd soon scoot off to the smoking area to chat and flirt while moving quickly through packets of smokes, and I don't even smoke cigarettes. As far back as I can remember I was always doing my best to be around her, on my own.
Gun to my head I couldn't tell you why I wanted her so badly, it was probably down to the fact that I knew I couldn't have her, that or the fact that she was one smooth customer. At 5ft 7", when she combined her cute little denim mini-skirt with a low cut cleavage hugging top, coupled with either boots or heels, I was doomed to a night of constant staring, and she knew it. The problem with the staring was that the group we all hung around in happened to include her husband, my best friend. It was at Christmas a few years ago that everything suddenly changed, when we not only crossed the line, but came all over it.
"Hey Brody!" came that undeniably sexy voice from down the street. It was her, denim mini and all, strutting proudly up the street with husband in link. She always called me by my second name, a habit picked up from spending far too much time in a group of guys who'd all grown up together.
"Hey Becks," I smiled "Wow!" I exclaimed as she came closer. "Damm, you look good enough to eat, I still don't know what you see in this guy." Turning to my friend grinning I said "You must have a big one man."
"So where too tonight then? We need to get into the Christmas spirit pretty quickly, it's almost half eight and I believe we're all still sober." Quipped Ben.
"What's the rush mate? The sooner you get drinking the sooner you'll end up passing out, face down in your pint" I retorted sarcastically, Ben was notorious for being a light weight, despite his fervent claims to the contrary.
"Usual spot?" I suggested and without missing a beat Beck's added.
"If it ain't broke, why fix it, lets go!"
The night unfolded in the usual manor, with the hardcore drinkers being first to the pub, followed over the next few hours by the more sensible group members; mind you sensible is a term relative to our situation, and a sensible Irish drinker is still probably by worlds standards, hardcore. Pints and rounds of shots were flowing and by eleven everyone was out and in top form. Myself and Beck's had been out for our usual couple of smokes chatting randomly.
"Ben looks like he's getting fairly tarred, you sure he's going to last the night?" I ventured.
"Who are you telling," she stiffened "if he keeps it up he won't be able to get it up later, as per usual, leaving me horny and frustrated." She finished with a pout, and striking an angry pose, this was a woman who knew how to accentuate her appeal, and she was sexiness personified.
The combination of drink and raw sexual attraction I felt for this woman caused the next sentence to jump out of my mouth, surprising me as much as Beck's. "Well if your stuck I'm crashing at yours, I'd hate to see you struggle home to the big O on your own" I instantly regretted my retort.
Quick as a flash she regarded me with her deep brooding green eyes, I sensed anger building and prepared myself to deal with the consequences of my stray remak "Thanks for the offer Brody, but I think I'll manage one night," she quietly replied, extinguishing her smoke as she moved to slide off the bar stool. "Lets go back inside."
I felt the usual tingling sensation in my cheeks as my face turned a brighter shade of red as we made our way back inside to the waiting group. Turning the corridor outside the jakes, I made the universal male sign for needing to take a leak, and made a beeline for the gents. I took my time, not particularly wanting to rejoin the group after my misjudged comment. I drained myself and took out the reliable mobile phone, the easy way to apologise without having to do it face to face I considered. "Listen, sorry bout dat, drink talking, we cool?" typed and sent. Damage limitation in progress I thought.
The night went on people got drunker, and Ben as predicted was on the edge of his limits, slurring every second word and generally making a nuisance of himself. I looked over at Beck's who was texting on her phone, damm she looked hot. Second later my phone beeped, message received game up on the screen. "Hey its cool, just caught me by surprise, it wouldn't be a bad way to spend the night" from Beck's. I grinned and smiled to myself, looked up to see Beck's staring at me from across the table, her green eyes once again causing me to blush. I dipped my head knowing she'd seen me, when I looked up again I was treated to a warm smile and a provocative wink, interesting.
The night moved on normally from there, craic was had and the drink continued to flow until the inevitable and saddening weekly ritual rush, precipitated by the ominous shout coming from the bar manager. "Last orders!"
"Beers and shots?" I ventured, looking around at all the considerably drunk faces for some sign of response, none replied except for Beck's.
"How about we get you me and Ben two shots each for the road Brody?" She smiled mischievously, knowing full well that Ben had already gone far beyond his normal limit.
