by Amber Nation
I hoped.
Mike
Sitting in one of my wooden dining room chairs, my elbows on the table, and my head cradled in my hands, I reflected over the last few minutes. Leave it to me to be a world class asshole to Sheridan, it wasn’t her fault that I was attracted to her. I felt like a high school bully, picking on the girl who I had a crush on because I was too much of a pansy to let her in on my attraction.
She kept dropping not so subtle hints on things I really didn’t know how to grasp. Talking about not being allowed to do something and having to follow commands for the last eight years. The worst comment she made was that she has had much worse than a broken foot, I didn’t know how to articulate that. Someone or something had harmed Sheridan and it made my blood boil just to think that.
That girl had some serious skeletons in her closet and I was just adding to that fuel by being a dick. I needed to come up with a new plan on what to do, I wasn’t going to let her just take off in some unknown town, and I couldn’t keep being an asshole to her. And I very well couldn’t be around her and act on my lust craze that I had on her either. I think the best thing to do was just keep my distance. Perhaps they will have some extra shifts for me to pick up at work, or maybe an overabundance of cars will come into Ray’s that need to be fixed.
I heard a piano playing very faintly coming from the back of my house so I raised my head and straightened my slumped body. It was a sad song, extremely melancholy. I found myself instinctively rising from my chair and walking towards my guest bedroom so I could listen a little better. The song that Sheridan was playing, I remembered hearing in one of my several music classes that I took growing up, Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata.”
My heart hurt just listening to the tune filled with so much despair.
This was absolutely no song for a beginner, so she must know her way around the keys of a piano. Although, her keyboard was a top of the line model, it was still no match for a true actual well-tuned piano.
I raised my hand to knock on the door, wanting to apologize for my rudeness, but I stopped short and just rested my outstretched hand against the smooth grain of the wood.
I couldn’t tell you why I hesitated, because I didn’t understand it myself. A knot had formed in the pit of my stomach at the thought of her upset because of my actions, but it wouldn’t do a bit of good for me to go make nice with her. She would just see that as an open invitation to get close to me which was no longer an option. I don’t let people in, but damn if I didn’t kind of like the idea of letting her inside.
I couldn’t listen to this music, it was making me feel even more vulnerable. It wasn’t helping in drowning out the emptiness that was inside of me. I needed to get out of here and away from the feelings of longing and wanting something more.
Hopefully, Emmy Lou’s wouldn’t have much of a crowd. I didn’t want to deal with crazy women, flaunting their shit, wanting a chance.
Or perhaps, that was exactly what I needed.
A willing and able warm body, available for a no-strings attached quick fuck. They would know the score and hopefully that would satiate my desire to take Sheridan.
Yeah, I think that would do it, it had been awhile since I’d plunged my dick into a tight, hot pussy.
Thinking I held the magical solution to all of my problems, I had an extra pep in my step as I went to take a quick shower and get ready to go out on my quest to get laid.
I made quick time in washing and rinsing my body. With the exhaust fan on in the bathroom, I couldn’t hear the keyboard. So imagine my surprise when I dart out of the bathroom, with nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist and ran straight into Sheridan, making said towel slip out of my grasp as I grabbed her forearms to steady her balance.
“I’m sorry Sheridan, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I apologized, still holding onto her soft flesh. She had changed out of my clothes that swallowed her and into a red tank and plaid pajama pants.
She started backing up, making me drop my arms down to my sides. Having yet to look at me, I glanced down towards the floor to try and see what her eyes were trained on. Not even realizing that I was now in the nude showing off my now twitching cock at the thought of it being under Sheridan’s stare.
I bent down to grab my abandoned towel and quickly replaced it around my waist before her gaze snapped up to mine.
The heat in her eyes was overwhelmingly evident. She wasn’t unaffected by the sight of me, her lack of a response told me that.
“I wouldn’t want this if I were you.” I tried to sound snotty. Maybe if I could ward her off of me it would make things easier on me.
She arched her brow and curled up a corner of her mouth in disgust before she hastily bit out, “Oh, please stop flattering yourself.” And she whirled around into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Emmy Lou’s had a pretty decent crowd tonight, lots of women to choose from. I settled myself on an available bar stool and raised my hand signaling that I needed a beer.
Moments later, Charlie Hennings appeared with an ice cold bottle of Heineken that he had just popped the top on before sitting it on a napkin in front of me. With a brief jerk of my head portraying my appreciation, he went on about his work.
Charlie was newer around here, being settled here just a little over a year. He was a replacement bass player in our band, The Nation’s Capital, and was currently dating Maggie Walker who was the trauma nurse who was on the scene to help Sheridan just moments after her wreck occurred.
He was a good guy as far as I could tell, he knew I wasn’t much for idle chitchat, so he normally let me be.
The one person who I could tolerate around here was Brock Monroe, the other guitarist in the band and the closest thing to a friend I had. He didn’t pry into my past and I didn’t have to make excuses to him. He was there if and when I needed him.
Now his wife Tessa, on the other hand, never passed up an opportunity to bust my balls and the look she was currently giving me from the other end of the bar tonight was no different. And why would it be?
Tessa also worked at Emmy Lou’s, although she had considerably cut back on her hours after she had her and Brock’s son, Blake.
“Well, well, lookie what the cat drug in…”
“Now, Tessa, you couldn’t have missed me too much, you saw me Saturday night.” I said as I took a pull from my beer.
“Oh, you mean when you’d dashed in right before the show started? Or when I saw the back of your head as you were quicker than a flash of lightning getting out of here after the last song? What gives?”
Tessa was never one to let things go and I wasn’t one to divulge, so we were at a stalemate.
I said nothing as I stood from the stool, retrieved my beer and found an empty table as far from the bar and Tessa as I could find.
I was doing good keeping Sheridan off of my mind and Tessa had to bring up Saturday.
The show she was referring to took place this past Saturday. It was one of our first shows in months. Tessa had just had Blake so Brock had to start putting in extra hours at Ray’s Auto Shop to help compensate Tess’s lack of hours since she’d had a newborn at home. We all decided it’d be best if we took a break from playing. We were a hot band around here and it took some more convincing for others, but ultimately we were at a draw.
Since it had been awhile since we had performed last, the bar was jam packed to the brim and we ended up playing a kickass show. The energy in Emmy Lou’s was at an all-time high, but I just couldn’t bring myself to get into it because coincidentally it was also the same day Sheridan was introduced to Brown County by way of a car accident. I couldn’t stick around and have a below mediocre time when I could’ve been watching over Sheridan in the hospital.
She had spent most of the time in and out of sleep and groggy due to the pain medicine they were administering. Which was fine by me, it had given me a chance to study the soft, intricate lines of her face, I could almost guarantee that it would be smooth
under my touch. The way her lashes fanned out across her cheeks. And the way her lips were parted just a fraction of an inch as she took steady, deep breaths.
Something about her drew me in. She had me, hook, line, and sinker. No! How could you even remotely think that would be wise? Falling for another woman, only to have it end in heartache. I was hopeless.
A hand caressing my shoulder pulled me out of my internal war.
I looked up into the eyes of Tracy, a nefarious busybody who everyone warned you to stay away from. She was often relentless in her pursuit to get into my pants, hell to get into the pants of any man, and with the heat that was flaring in her eyes, tonight was no exception.
Normally, I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot pole, but I seriously needed a release if I was going to try and keep my distance from Sheridan.
“Hey, Tracy,” I mumbled as I took another generous swig of my beer, if I was going to actually have a conversation with her I needed to be a little less lucid.
“Hi, Mikey,” she said, trying to sound seductive but having failed miserably. She was pretty in her own right, but her blonde locks did nothing for me when all that was on my mind was the black tresses of Sheridan.
And seriously what was with everyone calling me Mikey? My name was Mike. It irritated me to no end that people thought we were buddy enough for them to give me a nickname. Which was strictly not the case.
She leaned down closer to my ear to where her open shirt exposing her full, rounded cleavage was staring me right in the face. Taking the tip of one of her well-manicured nails she dragged her finger down my chest almost to my crotch. I actually squirmed wanting her to touch my very quickly inflating erection. Opening her mouth and releasing an extremely hot breath at my ear, she said, “Are you looking for some company tonight, honey?”
The honey statement was all it took for me to remember where I was and who I was with. I wasn’t her or anyone else’s ‘honey.’ Damn, why did she have to open her mouth and kill my mood before it even really got started?
But before I knew it, I was being dragged into the men’s restroom, and I’ll admit, I was going pretty willingly. A few men were gathered in the entrance and immediately snickered once they saw Tracy entering with me in tow. They weren’t stupid, they knew what was going on.
She shoved me into the farthest stall and once she locked the door, she shoved me up against the cool, concrete tiled wall. Pushing up on her toes and trying to attack my mouth, I turned my face away. I wasn’t going to kiss her, that wasn’t what this was about. To me, a kiss was an intimate moment and I wouldn’t let her think that this was going to be something that it undoubtedly wasn’t.
After a few seconds, she got the hint and after a brief, agitated sigh she started fumbling with the buckle on my belt. Setting the belt free, she rushed at unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the teeth on my zipper. Normally I would have done all of this myself, but it was quite amusing seeing her get all riled up. I think she had finally gotten it into her head that I wasn’t in here for a quick fuck, nope. As much of a dick as it made me, this wasn’t about her, this was about my release. I wouldn’t go anywhere near her pussy with my dick; no matter how much I needed a release. Knowing her and as much as she got around it would be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway, and I’d rather have a tight, hot pussy to sink into.
“Aren’t you going to touch me, honey?” she whined as her hands rimmed the edges of my boxer briefs.
And there she went with the honey thing again. I felt my anger spiking and I was about to get extremely blunt and not in a good way.
“Tracy, the way I’m feeling right now, I would be completely too rough.” Not exactly a lie, but also nowhere near the entire truth either. “What I need from you is for you to quit talking and take my rock hard cock and wrap your mouth around it. Do you think you can do that for me, or should I go back out into the bar and find a willing participant?” I quirked a brow, daring her to tell me no.
She rolled her eyes and I was almost expecting her to defy me, but at the last minute before I began fastening my jeans, she gripped the edges of the fabric and yanked them down to my ankles, letting my dick spring free.
Pausing before she began her assault on my dick, I watched as her eyes flared and her pink lips parted as she took in a sharp inhalation of breath. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips, wetting them and my dick jumped in appreciation. She was impressed with my size and I was anxiously awaiting my dick being in the hot, wet recess of her mouth momentarily. At least she had better hurry up, before I started taking matters into my own hands.
“Are you going to suck my dick, or are you just going to sit there and stare at it all night?” I really didn’t know where this asshole side of me was coming from. I had never spoken to a woman like this, and I almost regretted it. Almost.
She looked up into my eyes, her dark blue orbs smiling as she grabbed ahold of my erection and licked it from the base to the tip before taking it deep within her mouth.
I closed my eyes and slammed my head back against the wall, and released a guttural grunt, whether it was from the pain from the blow or the feeling of my dick getting attention, I wasn’t for sure. The pain that was radiating through my skull was nothing compared to the pleasure I was experiencing.
Still holding onto the base of my penis, she released it from her mouth making a ‘pop’ sound. She took her tongue and swirled it around my engorged head and wrapped it around the end and sucked as if it were her own personal lollipop. She was teasing me, and I didn’t have one single objection against that.
I finally opened my eyes and looked down towards the woman on the floor. I was a bit surprised because it wasn’t the blonde haired, blue eyed Tracy that I was expecting, but rather the raven haired temptress with glowing green irises, staring back at me.
Sheridan.
I knew in the back of my head that it was just my mind playing tricks on me, and it was still Tracy on her knees in the bathroom stall, but I didn’t care, I was going along with it.
Sifting my hands into her hair and pulling her head towards me, I thrust my hips making my erection hit the back of her throat. I was forcing her to take it all the way. I felt her relax her throat and hum as she continued sucking my dick. She didn’t care that I took over the reins, she was a pro at this.
“Play with my balls,” I forced out. And instantly she obeyed, cradling both of them in her hand massaging them with just the slightest of pressure.
I felt myself nearing my release and I couldn’t be a bastard and not let her get anything in return, so since she had a skirt on, I commanded, “Do you have any panties on?” After the shake of her head stating what I already knew to be true, she knew what she wanted coming to Emmy Lou’s tonight, and she didn’t need any extra material in her way from achieving that mission. “Hike your skirt up and take a finger and start rubbing your clit.”
She blinked several times before her hand released my balls and she followed my instructions. I knew the exact moment when she touched her tiny nub, because she released a groan that had vibrated my dick that was still lodged deep in her throat.
“You like that don’t you? You like me telling you what to do?” I said cockily as I began to feel the telltale tingle start at the base of my spine. Still imagining that it was Sheridan taking my cock to such heightened ecstasy, I began pumping harder and faster.
Poor Tracy was being a good sport though, taking my relentless violation like a fucking champ.
“Are you still playing with your pussy?” Once she nodded her head, I told her, “Rub your clit harder and faster, I’m almost there and if you want to get off now too, you’ll need to hurry.”
She whimpered, which I took to be in the affirmative, as I picked up my speed. Feeling myself on the verge of release, I said, “If you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, you need to pull out now.” But like the girl that she was, she sucked harder. After her head bobbed just a few more times, I exploded my release inside the depths of
her mouth, and she swallowed every drop of it without making a sound. When she was almost done, she started moaning and pumping faster which meant she was finding her own orgasm. Which was just as well, because I was ready to go.
Once she released my dick, I pulled up my boxer briefs and jeans, tucking myself back in place. And I turned and unlocked the stall door and walked towards the sink so I could wash my hands and leave.
Tracy obviously didn’t get the memo because she came up behind me, rubbing her hand across my back.
“Tracy, thanks for…that.” I said while indicating with a jerk of my head towards the stall we had just inhabited. “But that’s all it’s ever going to be. Sorry,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders and walked out of the men’s restroom. I felt like a bastard, but I was sure she knew the score before this even began. I guess she couldn’t get it through her thick skull or perhaps it was the ten pounds of makeup that was impenetrable, whichever it was, I wasn’t going to stick around and watch her cause a scene.
Turning the corner to head back out into the main portion of the bar, I passed Charlie who has a stupefied look on his face as he blurts out, “Dude…Tracy?” As a look of pure disgust paints his face.
“I know. I know.” I muttered as the shame of what just took place began coursing through my veins. I had totally made an ass of myself, and all for what? To get Sheridan out of my head? Well, if I thought it was going to work, I just totally proved myself wrong, because now I wanted her more than anything.
Sheridan
I awoke sometime in the early afternoon, not believing that I actually slept so long, but the clock that sat on the bedside table confirmed it to be true. I couldn’t remember the last time I was able to relax into such a deep and restful slumber. It had to have been the fact that I felt safe in Mike’s home, even though he wasn’t much for company, his home was entirely inviting.
The throbbing of my foot reminded me that it was well past time to take my pain medication. I wasn’t one to be thrilled about taking medicine, but I have experienced excruciating pain with no means of medicinal relief, so if the option was there for me, I was going to take it.
