“So, have you heard from Sheila?” Flynn asked.
“That’s not her name anymore. I’ve renamed her ‘fucking whore’,” I announced with a straight face.
“And so it was written, the slut will be called ‘fucking whore’ forever,” Flynn joked as he poured Jack into our two glasses.
“Yep, she seems to call daily telling me she’s sorry as if I’m supposed to actually respond to that,” I sneered.
“Mom called me. Said your mom has been trying to call you. Left messages on your cell and office.” I looked down at the pile of message notes on my desk. I’m sure most were from her. “I told her you were fine and to tell your mom,” Flynn said.
Our parents have been best friends since high school. They did everything together, including buying houses across from each other. Flynn and I have been best friends since birth and have done everything together.
“Glad we have two moms, basically, to worry about us,” I said laughing. And also two Dads to set us straight. Growing up had been fun at times and also tough with our parents being best friends. Lectures were always doubled.
We sat around and talked about a bunch of stuff. Finally, Mel came back and asked how we’re doing. I wish people would quit asking that. I’m getting drunk again because of a fucking whore, I wanted to tell her. But I refrained. She was just being nice like everyone else. “Doing great Mel. We’re just entertaining a friend,” I said, raising my glass.
“Mel, we’ll probably be here awhile,” Flynn said laughing.
“No worries. I’ll go have a couple drinks and talk to Iz.” As soon as Mel left Flynn muttered under his breath, “and flirt with every fucking guy in the bar.”
“Come on dude, you can’t be like that with her. She seems to keep trying to get with you. You keep pushing her away,” I said as serious as I could be after two glasses. The amber liquid was starting to do its job nicely.
“Whatever. Izzy threw a business card on the counter when they got back from Spike’s and not too long after, Mel got a call. She went into the other room, but she was flirting. I know they were picking up guys,” Flynn grunted with a disgusted look on his face.
“To Fucking Whores!” I lifted my glass up and took a huge gulp and refilled both our glasses. Knowing that gulp was going to try to erase the picture in my head of some dickwad with his hands all over Izzy. I meant Sheila, right?
We continued talking about everything and nothing, just drinking and going over memories. Then we started talking about ex-girlfriends. That’s when I started to really forget our discussion. Before I knew it, Mark came by saying that the bar was all closed up and everyone was headed home. Izzy and Mel came into the office after they said goodbye to Mark and then it was just the four of us. I looked down and saw the bottle of Jack mostly empty. Wow. That’s a lot, I think I said to myself, but couldn’t focus too well. I took a deep breath and looked up. Two gorgeous girls were laughing and looking at Flynn and me. “Fucking Whores. All of ‘em…that’s all they are and ever bwee,” I slurred.
Mel laughed, “Whatever. You guys are all assholes just looking to get laid. So don’t give me your shit.”
I walked over to Mel and Izzy. “Not you two chicks,” I said putting my arms around both of them, “You’re just two awesome girls.”
“Aww. Gee, thanks, Z. Too bad not all you guys think that,” Mel glared at Flynn then smiled back at me. “Come on, you can’t drive home. You’ll have to stay at our place if you can walk at all.”
“Oh, baby I can walk alright. I can walk like no fucking other person ever walked before!” What was I saying?
Flynn was laughing and added, “Walking the walk and fucking the fuck!” The girls were laughing, but I couldn’t figure out why.
I heard Izzy mumble behind me something about being the only sober person. I whipped around and yelled, “Clark! Where the fuck is Clark? That fucker better be sober. He was supposed to be working!”
Izzy giggled, “He worked sober and he also left with some brunette.”
Flynn busted out laughing, “Lois Lane! He found his fucking Lois Lane!” We all burst out laughing.
I turned around and locked up the door the best that I could. Maybe not so great because Izzy grabbed the keys from me, locked the door and punched in the code. God, she’s hot. I just kept watching her move. I’m so glad I picked the uniforms. Ahhh…was she was laughing at me?
“What are you laughing about?” I slurred as I put my hand on her smooth, soft shoulder. I think I was swaying too.
“You. You’re trashed and haven’t stopped staring at my chest.” She chuckled.
“Are you making fun of me? You can’t make fun of me.” Izzy put her arm around my waist to help me walk. Whoa. Didn’t realize I was that wobbly. Fuck. The street was spinning. I looked down at her. “Damn, she does have nice tits.” I meant to think that. I looked at her face; she was laughing. “No, really, I mean that…your tits really are very nice. They look soft. Are they soft?”
She was still laughing and teased, “You’ll never know, hot stuff.” Hot stuff? Was that a good thing? I need another drink. Don’t I? I can’t remember. “Wheres’ we going?” I slurred.
“Back to the townhouse,” she said smiling.
“Are you gonna be there?” I asked. I hoped so. She’s so hot.
“Yes, I live there now, remember?” I heard Flynn laughing behind me. I turned around and he had his arm around Mel’s shoulders like I had mine around Izzy. Wonder if he was trying to walk straight too.
“Flynn,” I called back. “We have our own walking tits! They’re going to get us home!” I was yelling now. I got some stares from people walking by. “What are you looking at? You want your own walking tits too, don’t you?” Some weirdo gave me a look. “He knows he does,” I slurred looking at Izzy.
Melanie shouted something to Flynn and he responded, “Aww, come on…don’t be mad…I was just saying you were getting tons of guys tonight.” Flynn was trying to hug her and she was annoyed, pushing him away.
“No, that’s not what you said! You asked if I fucked anyone tonight!” She folded her arms and stopped.
“Well…did you?” He was swaying as was I, but I had a tit holding me up…I mean an Iz…Izzy...Izzy was holding me up.
I turned to her. “They’re starting their shit again. Can’t they just fuck and get it over with?” I was staring at Iz’s mouth…it’s a gorgeous mouth…it’s plump and red, but kind of pink and…
“Let’s just let them work it out,” said the mouth. I love the mouth…the mouth is so fucking hot. She started guiding me to walk. I tried to walk my best straight line. We turned to go up some stairs and I looked up and sat down on one. It looked like too many to climb. “Come on, it’s not that bad.” Izzy tugged at my arm, but I was having trouble standing again.
Shouting. I heard some shouting. “What do you care how many I fuck? You’re not my boyfriend!” Mel…That was Mel, who shrieked that. God I wish they’d just stop. I turned and started crawling up the stairs. It was much easier this way. Somehow I made it to the couch and sat there.
Iz said she’d be right back. I think I closed my eyes and then she was back, laughing from behind me. I heard a bottle top open and someone drinking. “Mmm…” was the sound…made my dick hard the way it was moaned. I turned to look. Fuck me. Iz was standing in the kitchen chugging a beer. She changed ‘cause she wasn’t wearing the uniform anymore. A blue shirt was half off her shoulder. I think I made some noise because she stopped and started laughing. She keeps laughing at me. That’s just fucked up to laugh at a drunk. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I was. Drunk.
“How ya feelin’ Z?” She asked. God her eyes were gorgeous. They were sparkling. “Good now that you’re here baby,” I said as sexy as I could. She laughed so more. What? That was a good line. What was wrong with that?
“Is that what you say to pick up a chick?” She said laughing.
“Come over here and sit t’ me. Talk to me Iz.” I patted the sea
t next to me. It sounded louder than I intended.
“I don’t want to be in line for rebound, Z,” she told me as she looked away from me.
I laughed and said, “Who’s rebounding? I’m just bouncing back!” She giggled. God, that sound made my dick hard. Why is her giggle so fucking hot?
“That’s what rebound means. I think I’ll stay over here for now Z, but thanks.” I scared her. I can’t even pick up a chick in the kitchen. Shit.
Then the door slammed and Mel ran up the stairs crying. Flynn looked like he was pissed. “What’d you do now?” What are they doing?
“Nothing. I just fucked it all up. Every guy wants to fuck her and she doesn’t get it,” Flynn said as he swayed. He grabbed a bar stool and sat down. Good thinking.
Izzy leaned over to talk to him and I got a fantastic shot of her tits. Holy shit…no fucking bra…she saw my eyes and stood up quickly and straightened out her shirt.
“Naw…don’t do that, please. Come on! They were so nice to me!” I was trying to stand to walk to the other bar stool, but it wasn’t working as great as I thought. I hit the couch a couple times before finally I was able to hold one and sit down on a bar stool.
Flynn shook his head as he watched me and then put his head in his hands. “Ugh, I keep fucking it all up, don’t I?” Flynn moaned.
“Yes, you seem to do that. Why is that? She’s really into you, you know Flynn,” Iz insisted as she took a swig of her beer. My eyes were getting heavy…I put my head down to close them. I heard talking but then nothing else.
A woman’s voice said, “Help me get him to the couch. Why is he so much drunker than you? Didn’t you guys drink the same?”
“No, he was slamming them faster than I was. I thought it’d be funny to pour mine into his glass when he wasn’t looking.” That got her to giggle. I was lifted and then all was soft and quiet.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Izzy
“SO HOW MUCH DO YOU think he actually drank?” I asked Flynn as we plopped Z on the couch.
He laughed. “No idea…but at least three-fourths of the bottle.” Wow…that’s way too much.
“I hope he’ll be okay…Should we take turns watching him?” I was a bit concerned, to say the least.
“He’ll be okay, but I can take a turn if you want,” he said.
“Nah, you go ahead to bed. I’ll sleep in the chaise. It’s pretty comfy.” I decided to ask, “So, what’s really up with you and Melanie?”
“Ugh…don’t ask that Izzy,” Flynn whined running his hand through his dark, already disheveled hair. His gorgeous eyes were sad as he rubbed his jaw back and forth. “I don’t know. I just keep seeing her with these guys all the time. You know she fucked her boss, don’t you? She works with him day in and out and I keep wondering if she’s fucking him each day.” He looked distressed and I really felt sorry for him.
“I’m pretty sure that was just a one night type deal. I’m sure you run into girls you’ve slept with and she has to stand there seeing them.” I wasn’t sure on that one but thought I’d take a stab in the dark.
“Not really. I haven’t brought anyone back here since she moved in. We seem to just not get it together for whatever reason. I probably should just forget about it.” Flynn looked flustered.
“Don’t give up. I know she’s into you, but she’s just as frustrated as you are. You guys keep jabbing at each other. Someone’s gotta give,” I said hoping to help the situation a little.
“And how would you feel if you kept seeing your ex with someone all the time? Wouldn’t you be jealous?” Flynn asked trying to compare my situation to his, which didn’t make sense at all.
“Umm, my ex, first of all, could give two shits about making me jealous. He actually used to do it on purpose to teach me a lesson. And second of all, she’s not your ex–she’s not even your girlfriend yet and you’re not even giving her a chance. If you guys did get together, why do you think she’d sleep with her boss again? Give her a little bit of credit.” Does he not even know Melanie? She wouldn’t cheat.
“Sorry, yeah, you’re probably right. I just keep thinking about them getting together and it pisses me off.” He paused, giving a slight cringe. “I didn’t mean to bring up your ex.”
“It’s alright, no worries. It’s getting easier to talk about. Well, sort of...” I chuckled to make light of it, but I’d rather change the subject.
“Hey, did Melanie tell you about the block party at my parent’s house? We’re all going, except Clark. You’re more than welcome to come too. It’s next Sunday,” Flynn said while glancing over at Z on the couch.
“No, she didn’t mention it, but yeah, that sounds like it would be fun.” I pretended like I hadn’t overheard them discuss it the other night. It would be fun to see where the boys grew up.
“Alright, well, if you’re okay, I’m going to head up to bed,” Flynn said as he slapped the counter.
“Yeah, I’m all good, thanks,” I said as I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch to cover Z. “Are there any more blankets down here or should I take the comforter off my bed?”
Tugging on the hallway door, he pulled out a navy fringed blanket and handed it to me. After a quick wave of his hand he trotted up the stairs.
I left the kitchen light on in case I needed to help Z with anything then I snuggled down on the chaise. It was so comfortable and after a long night of tending bar, it didn’t take me long to fall asleep.
I was having this intense erotic dream. Soft lips were on mine. Strong hands were holding each side of my head. His warm tongue entered through my lips and glided to mine. It was such a deep sensual kiss. I let out a moan waking myself from the dream. I slowly opened my eyes to Z lying down next to me, kissing me so deeply it made me ache. I didn’t stop kissing him. It was so passionate and so sweet I didn’t want it to ever end.
I ran my hand through his soft hair, curling my fingers around it and deepened the kiss. Our tongues entwined and felt like they belonged together. I had never had such an intense, fervent kiss. I felt warmth spread through me and a throbbing need between my legs became so intense I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to.
I shifted myself under him, feeling his weight fully on me, pulling him closer to me. I felt his hardness against me and moved my hands to his strong shoulders, squeezing them as if every strength in him needed to take me. Just running my hand over his broad, muscular shoulders increased my longing and made me want him in a way that was stronger than any desire I’ve ever felt.
He moved his hand slowly down to my breast and cupped it so softly and so tenderly. He felt my hard nipple through my shirt. “God. You are so fucking perfect,” he moaned into my mouth.
He gently pinched my nipple between his fingers, then rubbed it lightly. Our kiss deepened even more as his hand moved under my shirt back up to my breast. Feeling his hand on my bare breast sent another wave of desire through me, increasing the throbbing between my legs. His thumb brushed over my bare nipple and I moaned at the sensation. Our breathing increased and I wanted so much more. I wanted his throbbing cock inside of me as I felt his hardness right up against me. The feeling was so erotic; I moaned and started grinding myself into him…
“Whoa guys! Fuck yeah! That is hot!” Clark’s voice echoed through the quiet right after the front door slammed shut. “Don’t let me stop you two. That is so fucking hot!” Clark headed up the stairs. “Power to the pussy Z! Give it to her good,” he yelled out laughing.
Z chuckled and I giggled as I looked into his eyes. They were so bloodshot; I knew he was still just as drunk as before, why would I have thought differently? I wasn’t sure how much time had passed and it was still dark out. His hand was still under my shirt. I sat up quickly, making him release his hold on my breast and tried to straighten my shirt. His hand still lingered on my hip bone as he gave me a sly, sexy grin. I wanted him so badly that I was aching with need…but not as his rebound.
I stood up quickly and stammered, “Uh…how
are you feeling?” I was really trying to just get my wits back as I straightened out my shirt.
He continued to give me that same sexy, sly grin, “I’m doing really good, baby, come on and sit back down here,” he slurred as he patted the chaise. I wanted to lay back down with him. I wanted to be back in his arms, back with our tongues entwined together. But the problem was…I knew he was just drunk. Me, I was sober and couldn’t help but crave and wish for something more. Something… permanent? Could Z be that love that I’ve been searching for? Could he be everything that my last lesson said I’d never find or have?
I tried to calm myself down from our sensual encounter. I couldn’t figure out what to do, so I bolted into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. By the time I came back to the chaise, he was passed out. I put the water on the coffee table and sat on the couch just watching him. I began to sort things through in my head. Our kiss was so passionate, but he’s drunk, so how passionate was it really on his end? He was just trying to get over Sheila and I was sure he was only kissing me because I was there. Convenient.
I glanced at him again and smiled. He really was such an adorable drunk. He was also pretty funny, thinking back to earlier in the night and all the silly things he had said. I hated mean drunks. Who doesn’t? Z was definitely a fun drunk. My thoughts flitted back again about our incredible kiss. It was so intense and erotic, I couldn’t help but sigh like an idiot.
I wondered if he kisses that sensual every time or was this just because he was drunk. And how was he going to act around me tomorrow? Was he even going to remember? The thought made me a depressed, but maybe it would be for the best if he didn’t remember until we both get our act together. He was definitely not over Sheila. And, of course, I was still trying to have some sort of “normal” lifestyle. I wondered…if I did get involved with Z, would it help me as I tried to regain control back on my life…in all areas? It had only been a short time, after all. Not to mention, it was only now that I felt like I could flirt. I felt like I could flirt and tease a guy without fear of retribution. The realization made me chuckle. Such a small thing that most would take for granted, but here I was worried about flirting without being ‘punished.’
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