“He’s going out with a friend, I told you he would bounce back.” His father turned the attention back to Thomas. “We won’t keep you any longer. We love you, son.” Thomas returned the affection and hung up the phone. He tossed it onto the couch beside himself and sighed deeply.
“Here we go, then.”
******
Thomas tore through his apartment bedroom searching for any kind of clean clothing to wear out. The only thing that he had in his closet that was clean were his dress shirts and suit. He was fine living in squalor at home, but he wouldn’t give his asshole boss any reason to be able to go home and give Sarah any kind of satisfaction that he was obviously missing her. They had always been competitive, this was just another area of competition.
He looked through all the t-shirts and polos on his floor, attempting to find anything appropriate to wear to a bar that would be full of military vets and the walking tornado of “fun” that was Sean. After finding stains on nearly every shirt he looked at, and a few holes in others that he didn’t know how they got there, he settled on a black dress shirt, work slacks, and a thin tie. But he would roll the sleeves up to really exemplify the “relaxed” look that he was going for.
Tom then strolled through his living room and kitchen searching for his other essentials that he would need to go out. He flipped cushions off his couch and picked up trash that was sitting around his apartment in an attempt to find his keys, which he eventually found still stuck in the door handle to his apartment after a few minutes. While picking up his trash trying to locate the keys though he found his wallet in an old, empty pizza box. He stared at it for a moment trying to remember why he put it there, but had no idea. “Drunk Thomas” made some strange decisions.
Finally, Thomas went back to his room and reached into the side table to grab a condom, just in case. But, after looking at the box, a box that he had bought with Sarah, he tossed it back into the table and slammed the door shut. After all, there would be no way that a girl would talk to him, let alone take him home. On the off chance there’s a girl he liked, he would bring her here.
He took one last look at his apartment as he went to leave. He looked over the cushions that were lying on the floor, the pizza boxes that littered the floor, and the stained clothes that he had tossed over his bedroom. He shrugged, decided that there were a better chance of hell freezing over than anyone seeing his apartment, and turned to leave.
****
Thomas walked into the bar and immediately saw Sean, seated with a few women in the corner of the main room. Thomas thought for a moment about waving and introducing himself to the girls that Sean was with, but a wave of nerves he hadn’t felt in years, since he was single last, washed over him. Instead, he looked around the room and made his way towards the bar and went to sit down next to a familiar face.
“Doc, how the hell are ya?” A beefy, buzz cut head turned and looked at him. Before Thomas knew it, he was greeted by a monster handshake and hug as Doc jumped from his barstool. The barstool spun for a second and the shocking display of affection caught a lot of attention from around the room.
“Tommy, my man,” the large man belted, “hope you didn’t mind me coming. Sean told me what happened and I asked to be here.” They both sat down and Doc motioned for the bartender. “Real shitty thing she pulled, brother.” He pointed towards a bottle of whiskey and took the bottle from the bartender. Doc reached over the bar and grabbed two glasses, pouring a shot into each. “To the Future,” Thomas raised his glass with Doc.
“To the future,” Thomas mimicked. They both threw the whiskey back and cringed, slamming the glasses back down onto the bar.
“Another,” shouted Doc, pouring out two more shots. Thomas laughed and tried to control the burning in his throat that was moving up towards his nose, it had been a while since he went with straight booze, he had been sticking with beer for a good, constant drunk. “So, how’s work going for you? Making lots of money I hope.” They both tossed back the next shot, slamming them down again. Thomas called for the bartender and ordered a beer for himself and Doc, hoping to slow down the flow of whiskey.
“Work is great, keeping me busy. Plus, it gets me out of bed in the morning and keeps me getting out of the house.” Thomas grabbed the beer as the bartender put it down and took a sip. He glanced at Doc who stared at him concerned, Thomas was thrown off a bit by this. He stammered out a follow-up quickly. “That’s a joke, Doc. I get out of the house for plenty of reasons.” He motioned towards Sean who is whispering into the ear of one of the women, “like for this.” Doc shook his head and looked up at the TV, which was playing an assortment of pre-season football and baseball.
“Women, man. Why do they do this to good guys like you and me?” He turned and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, pouring another shot for himself. Thomas was a bit confused by this. He hadn’t seen Doc in a while, but the last he had heard he was married and had a baby boy.
“Kim is trying to take my son.” He downed the shot and immediately started to pour another. “On my last deployment, I missed his fifth birthday and she said that was the last straw. Sent me the papers that she was leaving.” He downed the next shot. “She took the kid, my dog, my car.” He hung his head and started to shake it. Thomas didn’t know what to say or do, he had been out of the loop for so long he didn’t even know he had been deployed again, let alone was having issues of his own.
Thomas reached out to console Doc, but Sean ran over and clapped them both on their shoulders. He gave them each a quick look, but they both just smiled at him, waiting for him to do something. So, Sean reached between them and over the counter, grabbing another glass from the stack behind the bar. He grabbed the whiskey and poured out three shots, passing them around quickly. He spun their seats around and lifted his glass, motioning them to do the same.
“I have two gorgeous ladies and only one pair of hands, gentlemen. Who is going to step up to the plate and help a brother out?” Doc and Thomas looked at each other and Doc nodded. He tossed back the shot, slammed the glass on the bar, and stood up. He shook his head and grabbed Thomas by the hand, squeezing it comfortingly.
“I’ve got you, man.” He turned back towards Sean and smiled. “All I need is a name.” Doc started to make his way to the table as Sean leaned over and hugged Thomas.
“Let me seal this deal and I’ll be right over to talk, pal.”
****
The night progressed with almost nothing else happening. Thomas sat at the bar, nursing another warm beer but in a different location and with clothes on this time. Doc and Sean would drunkenly stumble over occasionally to “checkup” on him, but by this point their advice was so slurred and convoluted that it wasn’t doing much good for anyone and the thoughts that actually seemed like they were going somewhere were interrupted with long pauses and questions of “what was I saying?”
Thomas didn’t mind though and he actually enjoyed the change of scenery. It was also one of the first times in a few years that he wasn’t too disappointed watching his football team play, which felt like a victory in itself at this point in his life. It was as he was ordering his fourth beer though, that lady luck decided to give him something else to be happy about, rather than an overconfident subpar quarterback.
He heard the bell on the front door ring and watched as the bartender’s face lit up, awestruck as someone new walked in. Not one to be left out of checking out a beautiful girl, Thomas turned around in time to see a strawberry blonde dressed in a knit cardigan and tank top walk through the door.
She strode into the room with a grace and elegance that far exceeded the dive bar atmosphere that she was back dropped against. The fake sports memorabilia on the walls seemed to insult her level of class and sophistication. Thomas noticed her piercing eyes immediately which seemingly darted around the room taking everything, and everyone, in at once.
It was those eyes too that locked onto his. Without hesitation she made her way towards him, grabbed the barstool
next to him and slid it towards the counter. She didn’t give him a second glance as she waved towards the bartender to get his attention. That was when Thomas heard her voice for the first time.
“Hey, can I get a beer?” It wasn’t what he had expected to hear when he heard angels for the first time, but none the less he knew that was what he had just heard. It had a bit of gravel to it, but with a higher pitch, so that it was clearly feminine. In that moment, all he wanted to do was to hear her laugh. So, “Tipsy Thomas” made his move.
“Hey, want to know what’s intense?” The girl turned and looked at him slowly, clearly confused and not interested in him. But after looking at him for a moment, her cold gaze softened. She tilted her head and responded.
“A circus.” Thomas sat back in his seat, opening up his posture a bit to engage in the conversation, and grabbed his drink just as she grabbed hers. He tipped it to her and she tipped hers in return.
“I was going to say camping.” He took a sip from his drink. “Because it’s in tents.” She nodded and smiled at him. “But you got that obviously, hence the circus thing.” His voice trailed off and he looked around the room as he took another sip from his beer. To his surprise, the girl extended her hand.
“My name is Anne and you are?” Thomas reached out and shook her hand.
“Thomas.” Anne gave him another once over and reached over and loosened his tie. She then sat back and took a moment to look at him. She quickly leaned forward and tousled his hair and sat back again, taking a swig from her drink.
“And now, you’re Tom.” She tapped her beer against his. “Let’s get to know Tom.”
****
The two of them sat and drank for another two hours, both substantially tipsy after a few more beers and a shot or two. Thomas was glad that as soon as Anne had sat down Doc and Sean had left them alone, allowing them to live in a little bubble where the only thing that mattered was the other person.
After they finished off their drinks, Anne stood up and announced that she needed to use the restroom. Thomas said that he too needed to use the restroom and they decided to travel, arm-in-arm together, to the restrooms.
As they reached the back of the bar, Thomas opened the door for Anne and she entered with a little curtsey. He responded with a bow. He closed the door with a chuckle and waited for her to finish. After a moment he heard the door unlock, but she didn’t come out. He stood and waited for another minute until the door cracked open slightly.
“Hey, I need your help with something,” Anne whispered from the bathroom. Thomas looked around quickly and then followed her inside the bathroom. As he stepped inside she closed the door behind him and locked it. “Do my boobs look uneven to you?” As his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting he saw that she was standing with her boobs out. Her nipples were pierced with small hoops, and the tits were small, but perky.
“Uh, no, they look perfect.” She smiled at him and tilted her head, “I mean even. They look even.” She reached forward and grabbed his hands, pulling them towards her and onto her exposed breasts.
“How do they feel?” Thomas tentatively took a few squeezes and pulled his hands back.
“They feel good, yeah. Nothing wrong with them at all.” Anne pulled her shirt back up and over her pierced nipples and took a step towards Thomas. She had to stand on her toes slightly, but she kissed him on the nose. He noticeably relaxed and felt, as if by magic, his hands rising up and grabbing her waist.
“There ya go,” she whispered into his lips. They kissed, just a peck, at first. She pulled away and licked her lips, going back in for more. They interlocked their lips and began to passionately make out, his hands pulling her into his body. His hands unfastened her sweater and threw it open. They then slid under her shirt and he felt her stomach tingle with goosebumps.
“I would really love to do this somewhere other than the bathroom I threw up in while in college,” he said between kisses. She laughed and pulled away, her fingers reached up and began to play with his hair.
“That sounds good, but my roommate isn’t really fan of me bringing people back.” Thomas leaned in and kissed her.
“It’s not a problem, I’ve got my own place. It’ll only take a few minutes to get there.” This time she hopped up and kissed him. She pulled away again, but this time towards the door where she unlocked it and stealthily looked both ways to make sure that no one was waiting to use the bathroom before darting out towards the exit.
Thomas followed suit and exited the bathroom, he waved at Doc and Sean as he left, both of them had huge smiles on their faces as they watched him chase after Anne. Thomas then yelled for the bartender to put it on Sean’s tab. The bartender called out after him that it was already taken care of and that he should enjoy himself.
Anne was waiting on the street, already hailing down a taxi when Thomas ran up. He walked up behind her and grabbed her ass. She squirmed a bit, but clearly enjoyed it, so he continued. He reached around her and hooked his fingers in the front pockets of her jeans, lightly massaging her groin through the material. Anne let her head fall back onto his shoulder as a taxi pulled up.
They jumped in and Thomas gave the taxi his address as Anne deftly undid his belt and pants, quietly pulling his dick out. Her piercing eyes darted between the eyes of the taxi driver in the rear view mirror and Thomas’s above her as she began to stroke his cock. His dick began to throb and grow with each stroke and leaned down into the seat and began to lick the tip.
After a moment of teasing him she slid his cock inside her mouth, her tongue continuing to dance over the tip, her hand still stroking his shaft. With one hand Thomas held onto the door of the car to balance himself and to stop himself from screaming. With the other he brushed her hair out of the way so that he could watch.
Thomas glanced around and saw that they were getting close to his apartment and tapped on her shoulder to get her to stop, although it was the last thing he wanted to do. He helped her refasten his pants and belt and took out his wallet to pay the taxi driver. As they pulled in, Anne hopped out and waited for Thomas to pay. The taxi driver gave him a knowing look and told him to not worry about the fare. Thomas thanked the man, but still tipped him.
They entered his building, Anne had to walk in front of him to hide his obvious erection, passed a number of other tenants that Thomas knew. They arrived at his door and as he placed the key into the lock, Anne’s lips kissing him on the neck, he remembered the state in which he left his apartment. He thought for a moment and pulled off his tie.
“Let’s get a little kinky,” he said to Anne as he wrapped his tie over her eyes. She giggled and agreed.
“Oh, I can get kinky if you want kinky,” Anne pinched Thomas’s nipples as he unlocked the door and pulled her inside, leading her passed the piles of trash. As they got close to the couch, Thomas reached down and grabbed a cushion off the ground. He threw it into its place and let Anne sit down on it.
He quickly grabbed the others and threw them onto the couch just as she laid down. Thomas walked back over and took off her sweater. He tossed it into the kitchen where it landed on a pile of pizza boxes, causing a few to fall.
“What was that?” Anne asked quietly in between quiet moans as Thomas kissed her neck and shoulders.
“Oh that? That was nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Thomas pulled her top off, revealing the two pierced tits that he had seen not long before, but he now had the courage to know what to do with them. He leaned down and with one hand teased her nipple, with his tongue he leaned over and began to lick and suck at her other tit. Anne’s head rolled back, the blindfold still in place.
She reached down and tangled her fingers up in his hair as his tongue flicked at her nipple. His free hand traveled down her side to her waist where he took a moment to unfasten her pants. She wrapped her legs around him and he lifted her off the couch. Her arms reached around his neck and held to him as he walked past the kitchen, moving her sweater off the pile of trash and onto the stool th
at sat there.
Thomas carried her all the way through to his bedroom where he closed the door and turned off the lights so that she wouldn’t notice the mountains of the dirty clothes. He laid her down onto the bed, she released hold of him, and he whispered that she could take the blindfold off. He pulled at her pants and got them off. He placed them neatly at the foot of the bed, so they wouldn’t get mixed in with everything else on the floor.
Thomas was eager to get started and immediately began kissing her thighs, his fingernails drew lines in her legs and she grasped at the sheets on the bed in pleasure. He moved on to her pussy and began licking at it, his stubble tickling at her inner thighs. His tongue spread her lips and he began to flick her clit with his tongue now. She laid back and moaned louder, one hand releasing the sheet and grabbed the back of his head.
She gently forced him harder into herself, his licking became more intense and forceful, something she clearly enjoyed. After a few minutes he could feel her body shake and could see the goosebumps forming on her skin so he rose up and pulled off his clothes. As he did this he watched as she contorted in the bed, her moans of pleasure mixing in with his name. He couldn’t help but be transfixed by the way she said his name.
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