by R. R. Banks
“So what’s been going on with you, girl?” asked Jennifer as Alexis looked over at the waitress walking up. “How the hell have you been?”
Alexis smiled as she whispered the drink order to the waitress before turning toward Jennifer. “Honestly, I’ve been better,” she said earnestly. “I’ve been going through some things recently and I really don’t know what all this life has for me.”
“What do you mean?” she asked with a concerned glare.
She leaned forward and moved closer to Jennifer. “I don’t know what I really want in life,” she began. “My boyfriend just left me, and I’m really trying to piece everything together. I don’t know what I really want to get out of this life other than being incredibly successful.”
“I think I understand,” she replied. “Sometimes getting more out of life requires interacting perfectly with the opposite sex. It’s unfortunate, but, there’s a lot to life with love.”
Alexis nodded. “I know,” she said with a light shrug. “I think the problem that I faced with Tad was that I pushed him too hard. I wanted him to be something that he wasn’t capable of being. I don’t think I really understood the man he was capable of being and I wanted to push him to be something he couldn’t be.”
“We do that a lot,” confirmed Jennifer. “We push our lovers to be what we perceive is the best that they can be. Unfortunately, what we think we see and what they actually are can be two completely different things. I know my last relationship was like that. I had this idea that my boyfriend could’ve been amazing, but he and I had two different vantage points of what was amazing.”
Jennifer nodded as the waitress quickly placed two blue shots in front of the two girls. “I wasn’t expecting this,” she said as the waitress smiled and Alexis looked on with a coy grin.
“Specialty of the house,” stated Alexis as she grabbed the small shot glass and held it in her hand. “One of these is guaranteed to either put a pep in your step, a slur in your speech, or a foot up your ass.”
“I prefer the first or the second,” laughed Jennifer as she picked up the shot and looked at Alexis.
“So what was the difference between you and your ex?” asked Alexis. “What was so different about what the two of you wanted?”
Jennifer turned up the shot glass with Alexis and winced as it went down her throat, tasting the unique combination of liquors as they coated her throat. “Oh that’s stout,” she said as her face contorted. “What all is in there?”
“Whatever the bartender feels like putting in it,” replied Alexis. “Now answer me. What was so different?”
Jennifer shook her head as she attempted to get the taste out of her mouth. “I wanted him to become a prominent lawyer and progress through the system, eventually making partner at a large firm. He, instead, wanted to study the history of law and become a professor. He didn’t want to leave school whereas, I wanted him to become a powerful lawyer while I worked my way through the political arena.”
“So it was your ambitions?”
“That was the main reason we didn’t work,” continued Jennifer. “I tried to convince him that he was on the wrong path and that he was better than what he wanted, but in reality, I was the one who was short sighted. I couldn’t see past what he wanted and instead, pushed him toward what I wanted. It’s why we couldn’t work.”
Alexis looked over to see Hannah and Jonathan kissing on the dance floor. “That’s going to end well for her,” she thought to herself as she turned and looked back at Jennifer with a smile. “I think that’s a very good reason for why Tad and I didn’t work. I think that, in all reality, we just wanted different things.”
“That’s usually the fundamental reason for a relationship failing,” said Jennifer as she sipped on her other drink. “I hate it, but, it happens.”
“Amen,” replied Alexis.
Hannah continued to grind the front-side of her hips against Jonathan’s, feeling the bulge in his pants against her as the music continued to play in the background. They both moved with the rhythm of the beat as a waitress continued to bring them shots. With each change of the song, a new shot was brought and after four shots, their hands started to roam all over themselves. His hands started to move up the front of her body and stopping on her breasts, feeling the large, perky boobs on his palms as he squeezed them gently.
She was becoming very hot as he felt up her breasts, looking over her shoulder to see an opening. She wanted him and she didn’t want to wait, opting to take her chance now and fulfill one of her dreams. “Come on,” she whispered as she grabbed him by his hand and pulled him toward a small hallway that led to the restroom. They traveled down it quickly, walking with an incredible pace as they reached a large, wooden door.
Hannah and Jonathan walked into the bathroom of Poole’s together, both stumbling from the shots they took on the dance floor. The walls of the bathroom were made of wood, much like the rest of the bar. Several different things, not excluding initials, phone numbers, and vulgar expressions, were carved into the walls surrounding the single stall. She arched her back as he kept his arm firmly around her while leaning back and closing the door. He released her long enough to walk over and ensure that both the locks, the one on the handle as well as a slide lock on the door, were both secured and firmly fastened. He turned back around to find her leaping toward him, placing both of her hands on his face and kissing him passionately before using all of her weight to pin him against the wooden wall.
“Well, alright then,” he said as he reached down and pulled on her black blouse and brought it over her head. He placed his firm hands on her bare midsection and continued to kiss her passionately along her neck as she arched herself and ran her hands all over his torso. She unbuttoned his white shirt and pulled it apart before grabbing his undershirt and pulling it out of his pants. She reached behind him and ripped his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. He reached forward and unbuttoned the front of her pants, spreading them apart and pushing them down around her ankles. With a pair of black, bikini cut panties on with a matching black bra, Hannah dropped to her knees and pulled apart Jonathan’s belt. Quickly pulling the leather back through the brass clasp, she exposed the opening to his pants and immediately pulled the button out of the opening and lowered the metal zipper.
She looked up at him with a seductive glance as she gripped both sides of his pants tightly before lowering them to the floor, exposing his blue boxer shorts which were hiding an impressive bulge. She ran her hands up his legs slowly, massaging the back of his calves and hamstrings before placing her hands inside his boxers and making it to his long, thick, hard member. She held it in her hand as she continued to stare into his eyes with a growing smile appearing on her face. “I’ve dreamed of this for too long,” she said quietly. She pulled her right hand out while leaving her left on his rock-hard cock. She moved her head forward and kissed it through the cloth while placing her hand on the elastic band of his boxer shorts and slowly bringing them down.
“Are you trying to tease me?” he asked with a slight hint of exasperation, looking down impatiently as she kissed his cock through the barrier. She brought her left hand out of the bottom of his boxers and placed it on the other end of the elastic band, still leaving her mouth affixed to his cock. She gripped the band tightly as she backed her mouth away from his cock and lowered them. As the boxers passed his thick, muscular thighs, she let go of the elastic band and allowed them to drop peacefully to the floor, exposing himself to Hannah’s face. She looked up with a smile, clearly impressed by the stature of his member. She placed it in her right hand and tried to hold it, but couldn’t wrap her hand around it. She brought her left hand up and held it with two hands, smiling at the treasure she unwrapped from within Jonathan’s pants. Hannah leaned forward and placed her mouth on the head, licking it slowly as she teased him. She moved both of her hands slowly up and down the shaft as her tongue slowly moved along the tip of his head.
He relaxed his muscles as
he placed both of his hands on her head, wrapping his fingers around her blonde hair as she placed both of her lips on the head of his cock. He pulled her forward, meeting resistance as Hannah removed her mouth and looked up at him. “No,” she said with a seductive scowl. “You will do as I tell you.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said with a smile as he released his hands and placed them on the wooden walls. “I guess I’ll leave you to do your work.”
“You’re damn right, you will,” she said as she placed her mouth back on the tip of his cock and went back to licking the tip of it. Hannah lusted over Jonathan throughout her high school years, and even while away at college, she always wished that this moment would eventually happen. While this began as a schoolgirl crush when they were far younger, it blossomed into a seductress enchanting her mate and doing with him what she wished. She held his cock with both hands and gave in to his request, knowing that at some point, his masculine instincts would take over and start to force her, which would just mean that she would have to resist harder. She brought her mouth down on his cock, lowering her mouth down his shaft as far as she could before gagging. “I could only get it halfway down,” she thought to herself as she stroked him while the head of penis touched the back of her throat. “He’s absolutely huge.”
Her tongue worked around the base of his head and his shaft while she moved her head up and down. With soft, subtle moans coming from above her, Hannah’s ego grew. She was growing more comfortable with what she was doing, knowing that he was enjoying himself immensely. She continued with the same motions, driving the sensations further and pushing him to his limits. She knew she wanted to get him close but she wanted to make sure he had enough stamina left to give her something to remember; she wanted him inside her in the worst way.
She pulled the cock out of her mouth and held it in right hand, noticing how immensely hard it had become. “This thing feels like a rock,” she said as she rose to her feet and leaned up to his mouth. “I really want to see how well you can use this.”
Jonathan smiled as he turned around and placed Hannah’s back against the wall. She placed her arms around his neck and embraced him tightly as he placed his hands on her hips and picked her up. He pushed her against the wall as he slid her panties to the side and inserted his rock hard cock inside her. It slipped in with ease and Hannah let out a loud moan that could’ve alerted everyone around the door to the bathroom, though she didn’t care. Many of her friends have had sex in that same bathroom with other patrons, so this wasn’t a new occurrence for that establishment; just a new one for her. He thrust his thick cock inside her slowly, bouncing her on it while he held her tightly by the hips. She held on tightly as he increased the speed, allowing her to bounce quickly and make a loud thud with each thrust. His cock, a good eight inches in length, was fully penetrating her as it went all the way in before coming two-thirds of the way out. With each thrust, Hannah moaned in ecstasy, though she knew he wouldn’t last long; the blow job was too good for him to keep up. The motions continued as she felt his cock starting to throb inside of her, alerting her that the climax was near. She wasn’t close, but the experience was perfect. She was finally getting the sexual experience she craved so the end result was irrelevant to her. His face started to contort as he squeezed her hips tightly, feeling his cock starting to twitch before it exploded inside Hannah. He came hard inside of her while she held on tightly, continuing to bounce on his rock hard cock while he climaxed.
She pulled herself off of him as he stumbled backwards into the sink, looking over at Hannah as she gazed up at the ceiling. Her blonde hair was still perfectly restrained and her underwear never moved, though she possessed a look of satisfaction about her. “Was that ok?” he asked curiously, opening himself up to being hurt by the response.
“It was better than ok,” she replied. “It was what I always dreamed it would be like.”
He laughed while reaching down to the floor and grabbing his clothes. “You always dreamed it would take place in a bathroom of some dive bar?”
Hannah shrugged while she grabbed her pants and placed her legs through the openings for the legs. “This place is nicer than some of the places that I’ve had sex.”
“Now I’m curious,” he replied as he slipped his shirt back on. “Where is the dirtiest place you’ve ever had sex?”
She placed her black blouse back on and adjusted it before looking up at Jonathan with a smile. “I had sex once in a garage, surrounded by barrels of oil and grease,” she answered with a seductive glare. “I know I’ve always been a promiscuous girl, but it’s fun.”
“You don’t want to settle down and find a man to call your own?”
“No,” she replied without a hint of hesitation. “I’m not about that life. I’m about what’s good for Hannah and that’s it.” She looked at him while he buttoned his shirt and tucked it into his pants. She walked over and adjusted his shirt, helping to make it look as if nothing had happened. “What about you? Do you want to find the woman of your dreams and make her your wife?”
“Yes, that is what I want,” he said, answering as quickly as Hannah did. “It’s fun to have adventures like this, but sometimes, I do want to experience more. I want to find the perfect woman for me so that I can settle down with her and start a wonderful life.”
Hannah nodded. “So you want the American dream?”
“I do,” he replied. “I want that a lot.”
“Then I guess this was our only experience together,” she said as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. “What a pity.”
He smiled as she kissed him, looking over at the door with his eyes and wondering who was waiting for them on the other side. “I wonder…”
Hannah smirked as she stepped away and walked over to the door. She reached for the latch and pulled it back, opening the lock before placing her hand on the door knob and twisting it to release the other. She pulled the door back to see a familiar, and very perturbed, looking twin sister in front of her. “Hey Jonathan!” said Hannah with a playful smile as she looked back at him. “Your sister wants to talk to you.”
Jennifer looked at Hannah with an angry scowl as she stepped past her, leaving Jonathan leaning against the sink in the bathroom as his sister looked on angrily. Alexis, fortunately, was waiting for Hannah on the other side of her. “I saw that coming,” she said as they walked down the hallway and back out into the main area of the bar. “The moment you two started dancing, I knew it would end with your clothes off.”
“Alexis, how could you think that?” asked Hannah sarcastically as they looked out to see the rest of the group sitting at a table in the main area and the bar starting to calm down. “Some of my clothes stayed on.”
Chapter 2
They walked along the street, headed to their destination and a much more casual night of drinking and catching up with their old friend, Trisha. Step for step, they walked along the bustling street as they headed toward the Wine Loft, a much calmer establishment that featured high end wines and a quiet atmosphere. “I’m glad she text me this morning,” said Hannah as they walked along the street and looked out at the several taxis driving down the crowded street. They were surrounded by many people, all heading out to various bars and locales to enjoy their Saturday night.
“I’m glad she did too,” replied Alexis as they turned the corner on the street and traveled down another, less crowded avenue. With a light breeze blowing in the air, the air was crisp as the two women walked briskly down the street. Both were in thick coats that hung down past their waste and were buttoned up tightly. Both were also in scarves, toboggans, and gloves to keep themselves warm as they walked quickly. They made it down the street in good time as the crisp air pushed them further along at a much quicker pace.
Hannah and Alexis walked into the wine loft, a much different bar than the one they were at the previous night. After receiving a text from Trisha earlier asking to see them again, seeing as how she wasn’t able to spend much t
ime with them the previous night, she wanted to take a night to specifically catch up with the two of them. The bar was very calm and relaxed, with soft jazz playing overhead and waitresses in beautiful black cocktail dresses serving the guests. Several couches and plush chairs were stationed together to form small stations where guests could sit comfortably with one another and have long, meaningful conversations.
Trisha was already inside, sitting on a large couch with a bottle of wine in front of her and two empty glasses. She waited patiently as her eyes remained affixed on the door, looking at it closely for her friends to finally arrive. She wore a black dress that was snug around her thick hips, but fit her perfectly and accented the rest of her figure with heels that lifted her up off the ground and made her a bit taller. She looked at the door as she watched Hannah and Alexis walk in, two ladies that she wished she could have spent a few more hours with the previous night. “Girls!” she screamed as she waved and smiled earnestly as she grabbed their attention. “I’m over here!”
Hannah and Alexis looked over at their smiling friend, thankful that they were awarded an opportunity to spend more time with her. They walked up to the small couch and started to undress, both removing their toboggans, gloves, and scarves, followed by their thick jackets. Both girls were not as fantastically dressed as Trisha, both opting for a more casual look instead of wearing a cocktail dress. Alexis and Hannah were both wearing tight fitting blue jeans. Alexis wore a silk, purple blouse that came down just below her elbows. Hannah wore a black, slim fitting polo with a small collar. “It’s good to spend some time with you tonight, Trisha,” said Alexis as she sat down on the couch beside Trisha. “I hate that we didn’t get to spend much time with you last night.”
“Yeah, but I heard one of you had a great time last night,” she said as she looked up at Hannah with a coy grin.
