"No! I mean, not darts. I used to do archery though so I knew my aim wasn't all that bad."
"You know how to shoot a bow and arrow?"
"Yea. I haven't in a long time though. I should find a place and go sometime..." Her voice trailed off into her thoughts.
Jeez. Was there anything this lady couldn't do?
She whirled back around at me and stared. "So, it's your turn. Right?"
"Yea, as soon as you walk up and grab the darts back."
"Oh, sorry." She ran up to the dartboard and yanked on the darts.
I thought for a moment she might fall over backwards, she was pulling so hard against the board. The back of my jacket pulled the bottom edge of her skirt up, revealing her panties and those firm, round cheeks. My skin tingled and my cock stiffened at the sight of it. I couldn't get Mike's words out of my head. Sometimes I fantasize about bending her over the bar and just taking her. He might have been a pig...but now my thoughts weren't all that different.
Stop it. I told myself.
She finally managed to get the last dart to pop out of the board and ran them over to me. The smile on her face as big as ever. She handed them over to me with triumph.
I grinned and stepped up to the line to take my turn. Three 16s later, I pulled the darts back out to hand to her.
"So, I wanted to talk to you," she said after a few minutes.
Oh God. I missed my chance. This was going to be the talk. The one where she wanted to know where she stood and if we could be a couple. Now I was going to have to break her heart because I didn't start the talk fast enough.
"Oh, kay," I said and walked with her back to our booth.
***
"It's just that. I know you said you weren't a nice guy and all. But I thought that. Well. I mean. I'm not in a place where...Look. What happened last night can't happen again," I finally spit out my thoughts.
He laughed.
I blinked, taken aback that he would find any humor in what I was saying.
"I'm sorry," he said between breaths. "It's just that I was trying to figure out how to say the same thing."
"Really?" I asked. "So you didn't want to--."
"No. I was worried you were going to get all girly on me and start crying that you wanted a relationship."
"Hey. I'm not that bad."
"No but, Oh...come on, Angela. How many guys have you been with?"
My cheeks suddenly grew hot to the touch. I glared at the table, hoping he couldn't see the tears forming. "That's none of your business."
"I don't mean anything bad by it, Angela. There's nothing wrong with it. But you've always been the type for soul mates and true love."
"Well what's wrong with believing in a soul mate? Or in true love?"
"Nothing is wrong with it. That's what I'm saying. But those people don't do flings. They don't do one night stands."
"I can have a fling with the best of them."
"Of course you can." His words agreed with me but his sarcastic grin and raised eyebrow said something very different.
I huffed and crossed my arms in front of my chest and leaned back into my seat. I had no idea why his words seemed to hurt so much. I was going to break this off anyway. So why should it bother me that he was relieved it was being broken off? Or that he was planning to do the same thing? Why should it bother me that he didn't think I could just have a fling.
The lump in my throat ached. I needed him to know that I could have a one night stand. More than that, I needed him to believe me. Not always wanting one was not the same thing as not being able to have one.
And why would it be such a bad thing, anyway?
I leaned in to the table and stared just in front of him "Last night," I whispered. "The only reason you even got laid is because I wanted a fling. I just needed an orgasm. That's it."
With that, I leaned back in my seat and grinned. I didn't know what I thought I was going to accomplish with that.
He smiled, but he stopped chuckling. He drank in a big gulp of his iced tea and nodded.
"Fair enough," he said. "So, okay, Angela. You can have a fling with the best of them. But you still haven't answered my question. How many guys, or girls. Partners. How many partners have you been with?"
I stared at the table and tried to keep the heat from building up under my skin again. "Two," I whispered.
"I'm sorry, two?"
"A little louder please. I'm not sure that old couple standing outside heard you.”
"Sorry. Did you say two? As in one more than one?"
"Yes. Two. Michael and--." I stopped myself. Oh God. I had said too much.
"Me?"
I clenched my eyes shut tight and tried to teleport back to Grams's house. Or a river. Anywhere but that booth. I didn't want to hear the ridicule. The badgering. All the jokes.
Instead of attacking me with sarcasm and jokes, he just took in a deep breath and sat back with his eyebrows raised up. "Jeez, Angela. Why didn't you tell me?"
"First of all, because it was none of your business. And second of all, when did you want me to tell you? Hm? Maybe when you had your fingers plunging in and out of my pussy?"
"Okay, Angela. I get it. That's enough." He said, waving his hand in a cutting motion above the table.
But I wasn't done. His cheeks were turning red. And I was really enjoying the thought that I was making him blush. "Or maybe when I grabbed your cock and rubbed it up against my--."
He leaned in and crushed his lips against mine. Cutting off my words by plunging his tongue between my lips.
I should have stopped him. I wanted to stop him. But his smooth tongue filling my hot mouth kept me from stopping him. Instead, I dripped for him. I moaned for him.
Oh. God. I slipped my tongue back into his mouth. Dancing around his tongue. His warm hands slid up my thighs and I was suddenly reminded of just how small this tennis uniform was. He slipped his finger along my soaked panties. Still kissing me harder then ever.
I nudged my leg up onto the booth to give him better access. Telling myself the whole time to stop. This was exactly what I didn't want to happen again. What he didn't want to happen again.
And now here I was, writhing in a corner booth in the dark corner of some biker bar. And his fingers were sliding along my wet panties while his tongue explored my mouth.
He pulled away from his kiss. His eyes filled with primal lust. Serious and unwavering. His fingers still working my pussy through the panties.
"You just wanted to cum?" he whispered. Then he slid my panties over to the side and swirled his finger around my pussy.
"Oh God," I whispered. My back arched and my mouth dropped open. I stared him in the eyes as he pushed his finger deep inside me.
"Shh," he said. "If they catch us, they'll kick us out." He wiggled his finger inside me. Rubbing on my G-spot.
I bit my lip and grabbed his shoulders.
He pulled his finger back out of my pussy and let it dance around my clit. Swirling in my juices. As he leaned in and nestled his hot breath next to my ear. He slammed his fingers back into me. Grinding his hand against my pussy as he fisted my hair against my neck.
He slammed his finger into me again and again. When my pussy finally clamped down on his fingers, he plunged his tongue back into my hot mouth and swallowed my scream. I thrust against his hand as he licked my tongue. My entire body shivered until finally he released my pussy and slid my panties back into place.
Then he rubbed my wet panties against my throbbing core. I trembled and shook against his touch. I had to pull his arm away before I lost control. Again.
He pulled back and grabbed a napkin. "Feel better?" His tone was so nonchalant, as though he had just handed me aspirin for a headache or something, that it took me by surprise.
"Um, yea," I said. "I guess. Feel better than what?"
"I don't know." He laughed. "I'm sorry. I know you just got done saying that things like that can't happen again but."
"Well maybe that didn
't count." I said. "I mean, can it really count as sex if only one of us gets to cum?"
He shook his head. "You are definitely--."
"What?"
"Just, definitely not what I expected."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing bad. You're just always so sweet. I never expected you to be the type to fuck some guy in the bathroom of a restaurant."
"We didn't fuck in the bathroom of a restaurant."
He nodded. "True." Tim finished wiping his hand on the napkin and wadded it up to leave on the table.
***
I left the wadded napkin on the table and stood up to go to the bathroom. I stopped at the mirror and looked myself in my brown eyes.
Did I really just say that to her? I asked myself. What if she takes it as an invitation?
My bladder was yelling at me. I emptied fast, shook, and tucked everything away. Part of me wanted her to follow me in here. Part of me hoped she would sit still. The more we got into this...this...whatever this was, the harder it was going to be to stop. And the more likely someone would end up catching us. And that was a conversation I really did not feel like having with anyone.
Then the door opened to the bathroom.
I turned around. Angela. Closing the door behind her and latching the deadbolt shut.
She took it as an invitation after all.
My jeans practically unzipped themselves, allowing my cock to spring free. She walked up to me so fast I nearly tripped over backwards against the wall. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as I ripped my leather jacket away from her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
I hoisted her up and pinned her to the wall with my body. Her wet panties hovered just over my cock. Then I let her slide. Down. Her wet panties rubbing along the side of my shaft as she trembled. Her nipples poked through her uniform. I tried to glide my hand up her shirt. To rub and flick at her nipples. But her shirt was too tight. There was no way for me to get to her breasts without completely undressing her.
Her hips rocked against mine. Inviting my cock into her. I nibbled at her ear in frustration. Wishing I could feel her sensitive nipples between my lips.
I must have bit too hard because she yelped and thrust her head back.
I lowered her back to the floor and spun her around in front of the mirror. She locked eyes with my reflection. Her deep breaths pushed her nipples against her top.
I grabbed her hip in one hand and fisted her long hair in my other hand as she bent over the counter. She grabbed onto the sink for balance and I nestled my cock against her soaked panties. I rubbed my tip up and down. Pressing gently. Her eyes stayed fixed on my reflection.
I peeled her panties back over her hips and let them drop to the floor. She spread her legs, backing into me. Silently begging to be filled. I was all too eager to oblige. I squeezed my shaft into her opening and pressed into her. She closed her eyes and sucked her lips into a thin line.
My hand reached around and found her clit. Still soaking in her cum. I smirked as I grinded my fingers over her clit. Just letting my cock rest inside her hot pussy for a moment so I could revel in how her muscles flexed and pulsed around me. How she throbbed.
Then I backed out slowly. I gripped her hips with my right hand and used my left hand to grab the nape of her neck.
She grunted as I slammed into her. Her hand flew up to the mirror to keep her head from hitting. I pounded again. Again. And again. In and out as her juices flowed over my cock. Our hips clapped together as I plunged into her.
I glanced down at her backside. Her round bottom flexing and dancing against me as I continued to pound her from behind. I paused to slide my fingers around her clit and smeared her juices back around to her ass. She shivered as I circled and probed her bottom. My eyes locked onto her reflection and I started pounding into her pussy again. Letting her core envelop my shaft. A few seconds later, I pressed my finger into her bottom. In and out while my cock filled her.
She threw her head back and then backdown again. Her fingernails scratched at the mirror. Still I worked her pussy and her ass like a piston. Pulling out of one just to press into the other. Back and forth. In and out. I was so caught up in the rhythm of it all I barely noticed when my orgasm snuck up on me.
"Oh shit," I whispered as I pulled out of her to stop myself.
Angela turned around and dropped to her knees. She stretched her soft lips around the tip of my cock as my cum squirted. Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft and pumped. Milking the thrust right out of my hips. She sucked. Harder. Deeper. Until every drop of cum was gone.
Then she swirled her tongue around my tip. Lapping up her own juices. When she finished, she looked up at me and smirked. I grabbed her hands and helped pull her up to her feet.
"Holy shit," I whispered as I pulled my jeans back up and fastened them.
"Yea. That one definitely counted." She giggled and straightened out her skirt.
"Okay, well, we'll just say that once we leave here, that's it. Okay? No more. We'll just spend the rest of the weekend watching your bitch sister getting married, get drunk, not getting laid and then when all is said and done we can just go our separate ways and we're done. Deal?"
"Deal." She smiled.
***
I snuck out of the bathroom first and ducked back into our seat. The bill sat on the table and it didn't seem like anyone could even tell we were gone. Of course, everything had happened in such a whirlwind, I guess I shouldn't have been that surprised if no one noticed.
More people had arrived, however. And the restaurant was starting to feel crowded. Tim walked over a few minutes later, grabbed the bill, and walked up to the bar.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked when he got back.
"Don't worry about it, you unemployed bum." He laughed. "Just make sure you're here on Monday by three."
"What? Why?"
"Because I vouched for you. So you get a shot. Come work a shift on Monday. If they like you, you get the job. If not, well then you get paid for the day and that's it."
"Oh my God. Tim. You didn't have to do that."
"Why wouldn't I? I made you quit that last job. And at least at this job they won't force you to wear those ridiculous uniforms."
I smiled and jumped up to hug him. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
"Don't worry about it. Come on, let's get going."
We walked back outside to his bike. The sun was setting over the horizon, leaving a red haze over everything. Riding on the back of his bike scared me in the daylight. I hoped we got back to Grams's house before it got too dark out. There was no telling how different the ride might be once it was actually dark out.
He helped fasten my helmet and then we got on the bike together. He waved at a small group as we rolled out toward the exit. I tried to sit nonchalant. To tell myself the motorcycle was fine. To remind myself Tim knew what he was doing and we would be fine. But as he turned out of the parking lot and onto the road, nerves got the better of me and I clenched my arms around him again.
And I latched on tight.
Then I suddenly became very aware that my panties were still soaked from our little tryst in the bathroom. Soaking wet and resting on a vibrating engine.
Oh God.
Lightning shot up through my core as the bike teased and shook against the folds of my pussy. I took in a deep breath and tightened my grip around his waist even more. Then his warnings from earlier ran through my head. Don't squeeze too tight or I won't be able to maneuver.
I closed my eyes and held my breath. Trying to will my body back under control.
My body ignored me. Climbing toward a strong release.
I was going to have to ask him to stop.
I tapped on his stomach. Almost as if on queue, the light ahead turned red and he rolled to a stop.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
With the bike sitting idle, the fires in my pussy died down a bit. I took in a deep breath and tried to answer him with something ot
her than a groan.
I failed.
The light turned green and the engine roared back into its gentle, unrelenting vibrations against my wet nether region.
Seconds later, he turned down a dirt road and finally pulled over to the side of the road and turned around.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Poor Tim. His eyes were wide with concern and he even took off his helmet to check on me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and tried to peer through my visor.
I hoped I could bring myself back under control before he took my helmet off. No such luck.
My moans grew louder and I gripped his shoulders to keep my balance.
"Holy shit. Are you...are you cumming?"
I groaned louder, fighting the urge to grind against the seat of his bike.
He smiled and pulled in close to me, hiding his hand with the flaps of his jacket. He rubbed my throbbing clit with his fingers until my orgasm released and I screamed into his neck.
When the shuddering stopped, embarrassment took over.
Tim didn't say a word. And I didn't want him to.
When we finally got back to Grams's house, I jumped off the bike and handed Tim's spare helmet back over to him. I was mortified when I glanced down at the seat and saw a wet spot glistening in the moonlight there. I closed my eyes and ran inside without a word. Jumping up the stairs two steps at a time to get back to my room.
I didn't even stop to say anything to the people glaring at me after I walked through the door.
CHAPTER SIX
Angela ran into the house so fast, I didn't have a chance to ask her if she was okay at all. Her cheeks were flushed pink. I wanted to tell her she didn't have to worry about it. That I didn't think it was something to be embarrassed about. But how do you tell someone something like that?
Hey, Angela, don't worry about cumming all over the seat of my bike. Saying something was bound to cause more embarrassment, not less.
Then my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"You must be bored."
Damn it, I thought. "What do you want, Trish?"
I couldn't believe I answered the phone without bothering to look at the caller ID. After avoiding her calls for weeks, now I was trapped talking to this woman.
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