We’ve been at the club for an hour now. I wore my shortest, curve hugging dress in cranberry red. This is my signature color. It goes good with my bronze American Indian skin tone. My hair looks fabulous--long, chocolate brown, loose spirals hang down to my mid back. My shoes are a strappy wedge. I don’t need to be falling on my ass while dancing. Yes, it may provide some amusement for the locals, but my intension is not to be the entertainment tonight. I am looking for my own personal entertainment, someone who can satisfy a certain need. Before you get the wrong idea about me, I’m not the type who sleeps around with random men. I never had a one-night stand, never even came close. In fact, I have slept with a grand total of two men.
Tonight is the first night I am putting myself out there again. After Travis left, I realized I based my life around his. I needed my own goals, a bucket list. Calling it that sounded too boring, like Travis. My grandmother, to this day, tells me her stories, she calls them adventures. It makes life seem more exciting calling it an adventure, and exactly what I need…. excitement. Slowly, I’ve been forming my own list of adventures. Tonight I am ready to cross some items off that list, and “pick up guy at club” just happens to be on it. That is if someone catches my eye. Looking for a new man was not on my agenda, but I may be persuaded to go to an after-hours party, for two. There is only one requirement…. Must be smokin’ hot.
For six long years, Travis the Douche, his accurate name, and I went to the same two bars where everyone was his friend. A typical evening’s conversation would consist of…
“Why can’t you dress more like her?” “Because I’m not a stripper, Travis.”
“Why can’t your body look more like that?” “Because I’m not made to be a size zero, Travis.”
“I don’t like your hair like that.” “Well, how do you want it to look? This is the hair I was born with, Travis.”
And so on and so on. Ok, so I lied… there is more than one requirement. He cannot be a douche, like my ex, this means he must know how to have a good time!
At this moment, I wonder why it took me so long to open my eyes and see that Travis, in fact, is a Douche. When he told me he couldn’t handle living with me, I was dumbfounded. There was nothing for him to handle. I handle all the cooking, cleaning, pay the electric, and the rent. The only job he had, pay the cable bill. Aly looks at me, knowing my thoughts are drifting. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll slap you upside the head.” Because that’s what best friends say to you when you are being an idiot. I let Travis affect my life for too long. So, that’s it! I am stripping all thoughts of The Douche out of my head and moving on.
My girls and I are finally letting off some much needed steam. I brought Alyssa, my best friend for life. Lexi is the resident party girl of our group. She only does one-night stands or keeps friends with benefits, saying relationships are too much work. Then there is Dani, my coworker, and Jade, who I met the night of my twenty-first birthday. It has been a month since the Douche incident and I feel fantastic. We are dancing, bumping and grinding against anything and everything that is male because it makes us feel sexy.
Elements’ serves these amazing signature drinks that match their theme, and I plan on trying each one. I make my way to the bar with Aly and Lexi. As we walk, Lexi is giving me pointers, indicating out options for the night. Before I can even consider approaching anyone, I need more courage. When we arrived earlier, I started out light; it was a fruity drink with edible flowers. This time, I decided to go with the ocean blue martini. As we step up to the bar, the three of us partake in the literal smoking shots. They serve them in a tray of six, each one different. Once we each have our own set, we toast each other, then down the hatch...because that's how we roll tonight.
The effects of the alcohol are definitely kicking in and I'm ready to hit the dance floor again. The DJ is playing a Ke$ha mix. Blow comes through the speakers. Instantly, I start scanning the crowd for Jade. She points to me from across the dance floor. You know that one song, the one that makes you happy, no matter what kind of mood you are feeling? You turn the song up full blast in the car, all the men honk, while the women look at you as if you are completely crazy? That’s what this song does to me. Jade and I first heard this song on a road trip together. When I reach her, I start my best hip shake. I’m not a dancer by any means, but I know how to shake what God gave me. God blessed me with hips and a set of boobs to match. For the first time in my life, my five foot seven, size ten frame felt sexy.
The DJ goes straight into the hot song of the summer, one with a sensual beat behind it. While getting into the groove of the music, I suddenly feel two hands on my hips. I don't look back, yet, because I can’t bear to be disappointed. I look at Lexi and she does a double wink, our signal that he fits requirement one. A single wink with a hand sweeping the shoulder means do the spin and leave move.
I continue shaking my ass against his length. The longer we grind, the more I feel him growing harder and harder. His arm snakes around my waist pulling me tight to his chest, which feels like a brick wall of solid muscle. I move my hands up around his neck into his hair, loving the length, short, but just enough for me to grab. Please let him be hot. I don’t think my girl would lie to me, but I’m not in the mood for a tease from them.
Maybe it's the alcohol, but who cares? I never get to act like this. I'm twenty-six and SINGLE.
He moves my hair over my one shoulder. I can feel his warm breath on my ear. "You having a good time tonight?" His voice has a deep rasp to it that goes straight to my panties. I glance over my shoulder to see the face behind the sexy voice. What I notice first is the full set of kissable lips, then I see his eyes. His eyes don’t disappoint, they are a green with rim of hazel around the edge, surrounded by thick lashes. Yes, eyes are my weakness.
He gets close to my ear so I can hear him over the music. "What’s your name, baby?" Once again, the sound of his voice affects me, for a moment I forget my name. It feels like an eternity has passed before I finally lean close to ear to tell him my name. Get it together, Katerina, you got this girl!
“Why don’t you turn around so I can properly introduce myself?” I turn, staring at the wall of hotness in front of me. He is wearing a dark t-shirt that is tight against his chest and arm muscles. His jeans are a dark wash that hug his firm ass. I may be a sucker for eyes, but a sexy ass will get me going every time! I think I had a mini orgasm just looking at him. He pulls me hard to his body, thrusting his leg between mine, grinding against me. Damn, this is hot. “I’m Caleb. Nice to meet you Katerina.”
The way he says my name. Instantly, my body is on fire. “My friends call me Kat.”
Caleb pulls my arms back around his neck. Instinctively, they go into his hair again. Now that I know what he looks like, his hair is even nicer! It’s so freakin’ soft, I wonder what shampoo he uses. Either he forgot to shave today, or he always has scruff, giving him that sexy masculine look. His scent, Old Spice Fiji, is driving me crazy. I know it well, from smelling the bottles at work. Definitely all male. “I guess we will have to become friends then, Kat.” Caleb says back to me.
The song ends, but we continue dancing through the next few songs. God, it feels so good to be held like this. He turns me around again, so my ass is snug against his front. My body feels as though it’s molded into his.
"Put your hand in my hair again, baby. I liked the way you were touching me." I’ll do whatever you want. Keep it together, Kat. Caleb puts his hand on my chin, tilts my head to the side so he exposes my neck, dropping his lips first on my shoulders. He begins trailing light kisses all the way up to my ear. I can feel his tongue making contact with each kiss, leaving my skin slightly dampened. When he hits each sensitive spot, goose bumps form on my skin. The way he touches me has me wanting more. I grip his hair tighter, pulling his lips to mine. He teases my lips with his tongue before gently biting, which causes my mouth to open. As if he’s tasting me, he grazes my tongue lightly, before entangling it with mine. This is the se
xiest kiss I ever had. Panty melting, toe curling, chills down my spine good. My ex never kissed like this. Check on my list, kiss someone who makes your knees go weak. My grip on his hair tightens as Caleb deepens the kiss, rolling his tongue against mine with each stroke in. My stomach and other female parts quiver in response.
Just when I thought my panties might melt off, I feel someone bump against my side…Aly. Her eyes are bugged out, giving me her best what the fuck gesture…. because hello, I don’t know this guy! Her bumping into me forces me to stop kissing Caleb, which causes him to groan and squeeze my hip. I look at Aly. I mouth "cock blocker". She just smiles, and keeps dancing next to me. Aly’s man, Mike, is with us tonight. He rarely comes out with us, so to Aly this is a special occasion. Tonight they seem to be having a good time. Mike is actually dancing with her. Usually, he is sitting at the bar drinking and staring at other women. Can you tell I’m not a fan of the jerk? That’s a whole different story, but that’s Aly’s story to tell.
I need a break from the dancing. My body is sweaty and sticky, and I need to cool off. Not sure if the dancing or the man beside me has me feeling like this. "I’m going to get a drink.” I motion to Aly to see if she wants to join me, but she waves me off, she's busy bumping on her man. Mike looks like a fish out of water dancing with her. Aly is all fluid motion, while he is stiff as a board. All my other girls are dancing together, giving me the thumbs up for the hottie next to me.
I make my way up to the bar. Caleb follows beside me. I’m shocked that he is coming with me. I figure a guy that looks like him would just dance with the next chick on the floor. He walks close to the bar getting our drinks almost immediately from the female bartender. Emphasis on female, because she is eyeing him like he’s a hot fudge sundae with whipped cream and two cherries on top. He didn’t ask what I want, but he ordered me the last drink on their menu that I didn’t try. It was some red liquid, lit with a flame. Before handing it to me, he blows out the flame, winking.
With our drinks in hand, he motions for me to follow, leading me to a table at the far end of the club so we have a better chance of hearing each other. I’m terrible at the small talk thing. Like I said, I haven't been out forever. I close my eyes, take a long sip of my drink, letting the liquid courage run down my throat. I take the cool glass running it over my overheated face, then lick my lips clean. Caleb is staring at me. "You are beautiful, you know that, baby?"
Yeah right, "How many other girls did you say that to tonight, handsome?"
He pauses for a moment, “I called one other girl tonight beautiful, but I don’t think my mother counts. As for the baby, no one, ever.”
Once I feel the alcohol kick in, my words come a little easier. “What do you usually call your women?”
“Never gave it much thought before. I guess I go with the standard sweetheart.” He says as runs his hands across his jawline.
“Well, I feel honored for the upgrade in status.”
“I’m glad you feel that way. You are definitely an upgrade from the usual women here.”
"Good line, very smooth.” We finish our drinks and he pulls me up to him.
He smiles, “Well I am saving a few more of those lines for later. Want to hit the floor again or would you like to get out of here? It's your choice, baby girl."
Can I do this? It's been so long. I know what my original plan was for tonight, but I also know once we leave, there is no turning back. I was having a war in my head. The good girl says, “Stay, you don’t know a thing about this guy.” Party girl says, “Go, get dirty, let’s party. And by party, I mean get laid.” Who do I listen to?
"Let's go, I just have to tell my girls."
He pulls my back to his front, “Lead the way." He never breaks contact with my body, the whole way to my friends.
I find Aly first. I whisper in her ear (more like yell), "I'm outta here. I'll call you tomorrow.”
She looks behind me asking, "Who’s the stud attached to your back? Are you going to introduce me?”
“Aly, this is Caleb. Caleb, this is Aly.” I say it quickly because I know what is coming next. Aly will go all protective momma bear on his ass.
She walks purposely next to Caleb and says, "You take care of my girl. She needs to have fun for once, but you be good to her. If not, you will deal with all us girls. Now go make some noise."
"Aly, I promise, I will take the best care of her." Caleb says and he winks at Aly. She laughs and turns away.
Chapter Three
Caleb
What I thought would be a usual night out with my boys is definitely turning out to be better than I expected. I’m twenty-eight years old. Probably getting too old for the club scene. Most of the girls here when they see a good-looking guy, they dance a little harder, let us buy them a drink, even flirt a little. I’m down with the games they play, but I’m not okay with the ones who talk the talk, but in the end just tease. After all, I’m a man with needs. Lately, those needs have been put on the back burner.
Tonight, I have an itch that needs to be scratched. Time for me to have a little fun--a much needed night out. Music, alcohol and women. I know I won’t have any problems finding someone willing for the evening. Just so you don’t think I am a total man-whore, I do not fuck all of them. As long as we both get off in some way, shape, or form, all parties walk away with a smile.
While sitting at the bar, knocking back a beer with my boys, three girls come up beside us. My eyes immediately start scanning the brunette. She's a fine piece. Her body is stacked, all hips, tits and ass, like an old time pin up model. Watching her lick her lips causes my dick to jump, letting me know it was still awake.
When a song she seems to like comes on, she screams, throwing her hands in the air. I take a big sip of my beer to cover my laugh. The girls are unaware that my boys are completely checking them out. Before I know it, Brunette is skimming the crowd, heading back to the dance floor. My eyes follow her the whole time, making sure she is alone, not here with someone.
My boy, Bentley, hits my shoulder, “Which one you got your eyes on?” Without taking my eyes off her, I stake my claim. He seems happy with my answer, “Good, I didn’t want to flip you for the blonde.”
It’s my lucky night, Brunette is dancing with a bunch of girls. Bentley’s prospect, however, is now in some guy’s arms. “Sorry man, looks like you’re out of luck.”
Sitting on the stool, I watch her for a moment. Damn, the woman knows how to shake it. You see, I like women to have something I can grab. And the way her hips move, she had me at half-mast just watching her across the dance floor. Finishing my beer in one gulp, I place the empty bottle on the bar, saying goodnight to my boys. If I’m lucky enough, I won’t see them again until work tomorrow morning. With that, I make my way to the dance floor.
After a few dances and a drink, I’m ready to get out of here. I know I can convince her to leave with me. Her friend stops me to give me a warning before we head out the front door. And I like the way she is protective of Kat. Grabbing her hips from behind, I pull her close so she could feel my growing excitement on her backside. "You're mine for tonight. Where we going? It’s your choice.” Kat looks at me with questioning eyes. "Where do you want to go, baby?”
"There's a hotel up the way.” All the better, since I don't bring one nighters to my place. Repeats and clingers need not apply. I am a tag it and bag it guy. The word relationship, not in my vocabulary. Since honesty is the best policy, so my momma says, I will make sure she knows it first and is satisfied in the end.
I hail a cab for us, not wanting her to have to walk the five blocks in those shoes. I open the door for her to climb in first. I tilt my head at the delicious view of her ass as she slides in. Once Kat’s in, I climb in next to her, telling the cabby where to go and close the door. As the car pulls out into traffic, I slide my hand up and down her thigh. Her skin is smooth as silk. Testing the waters, I slide my hand higher, lightly grazing her panties. The heat that is coming from her has my d
ick growing excited. She grips the seat, as her head rolls back. Already I can tell this is going to be a stimulating night.
In no time, we pull up to the hotel. After getting us a room, I lead the way to the elevator. Grabbing her waist, I walk behind her. Keeping her body tight to mine as we enter the elevator. She feels good like this. Her body fits mine perfectly. “Hit floor twenty.” I keep a tight grip on her hips as she bends slightly forward to press the button. Goddamn, her ass is amazing. I hear her moan as I press my hips against her. When she stands back up, I begin to kiss her neck, inhaling her scent. Her hair smells like strawberries, while her body smells like the most delicious chocolate. Who doesn’t love chocolate covered strawberries? Perfume, especially when a woman smells like she showered in that shit, is not something I care for. But this is driving me crazy. “You smell good, baby girl.”
“Glad you approve.”
Running my nose over her neck, I inhale her scent again. “I can’t wait to eat every inch of you up.” Teasingly, I run my hands up and down her hips and thighs, while continuing to kiss her neck and ear. From the soft, breathy moans she is making, I can tell she likes this. She bites her lip, trying to keep quiet. I get an even better reaction when I kiss just below her ear. Her moans get slightly louder, driving me crazy. When the bell dings, we make our way to the room. Wanting to be polite, I open the door, letting her enter first. I may be a dick, but my momma taught me how to be a gentleman.
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