Ch. 30 (November Rain)
-Lyn was ecstatic to find that Luke surprised her with a teddy bear when she woke up.
-She looked for him everywhere in the house, only to find that he left without saying goodbye.
-She was hurt and disappointed, feeling as if all men let her down, including Luke.
-She decided to go "vegetarian", vowing to stay away from anything that has a penis.
-After driving down to Appaloosa Plains Public School to inquire about the Science position, she landed an interview with Dr. Weston instead.
-The interview was very short, leading Lyn to believe that she didn't get the job.
-Later that night, Luke called to explain why he left.
-He stayed on the phone with Lyn until she fell asleep.
*Graphic sexual content, nudity, strong language*
Location: Bridgeport Sports Zone
Date: Monday, 10/31/11
Time: 9:26 p.m.
"That's your fifth one tonight. Everything okay, man?" The blonde bartender asks as he plunks down another Melted Snowman in front of me.
"Yeah, just fucking peachy." I slam my fist on the counter, spilling some of the liquid contents from the ice-cold glass. His eyes quietly shift in my direction as he wipes an empty beer mug with a dishrag.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No." The cold concoction feels good as it sweeps the back of my throat, its bittersweet aftertaste disarming the cloudiness and tension quickly taking over my brain. My thoughts start to filter themselves out, only flashing at the significant events and people in my life. A lot of them I'd rather forget. Alcohol has this amazing ability to do that for me. One sip, or bottle...or two...makes the easiest task seem like a hurdle. Like walking straight, or driving home without hitting anything...or anybody for that matter.
"Alright...if you need anything, let me know." He flashes me a brief yet sympathetic smile before he reaches under the counter to straighten out some items.
Even though the room starts to feel like it's moving in slow motion, my ears can hear every sharp note and beat of the music playing in the background. Boom... boom... boom...boom. In almost the same fashion as the pounding of my own heart. Slow, methodical, almost annoyingly distracting. I find myself tying it all together with the involuntary bobbing of my head. Boom...boom...boom...boom. This is the only thing that makes sense. Taking another large chug, I close my eyes. Now it feels like everything, including the tingles in my body, is screaming, but in complete darkness. But somehow I don't feel like I have to hide. Maybe this is the only safe place to be right now.
Then the music stops. There's a short pause before another song comes on, but with a slower beat. I reluctantly open my eyes. I liked that dark place. I wanted to stay there. But now that the rhythmic beat is gone, it feels like everyone is staring at me. It's too quiet. The sound of a plastic disk hitting the corner of the shuffleboard forces me to turn to my right. I catch a girl with long, dark hair staring at me. When our eyes meet, she quickly looks away. I know that look too well. Either she wants to fuck or she thinks I could be "the one". I never understood that concept. Women put all these expectations on a guy they barely know, and they think sex is supposed to seal the deal.
She walks over to me. They usually do. All it takes is one sweeping glance from head to toe with a slight pause at their breasts. Of course they want me to look. Why else would they wear tight, revealing outfits that show off their ass and cleavage if nobody noticed? If they want to be appreciated for their intelligence, they're better off joining a book club or some seminar that encourages philosophical discussions.
Holding my drink in one hand, I watch her body move with finesse, like a cat crawling towards me. Her hips sway with each step, making her impossibly tight dress raise slightly, exposing even more of her honey-colored thighs. There's an air of confidence about her. She knows what she wants. I can tell she's not new at this.
"Hi." She smiles, grabbing the barstool next to me.
"Hey." I nod in acknowledgement as I finish the rest of the drink.
"I'm Sugar. What's your name?"
"Brad."
"So Brad, what do you do?"
"I'm a doctor."
"Ooooh, a doctor!" Her eyes light up as if she just hit the jackpot. So predictable. I knew this profession would bring prestige, but I had no idea it would trigger so much attention from women. It makes me wonder if they're truly interested in me and not just my title or bank account.
"Yup."
"You wanna get out of here, Brad?"
"Sure, why not." I'm alone. I'm drunk. I'm horny. It ain't like I'm trying to fall in love.
"Oh wow, nice car!" Sugar looks around the interior of my black Empire Eidolon. With the Italian leather seats and carbon fiber dashboard, the new car smell is still evident, since I just bought this a few days ago. I had to get rid of my old Rock Town muscle car. Even though that's been my baby since my college days, it just brings back too many memories...of her...which I'd rather not get into right now.
"Thanks." I try to ignore her overt enthusiasm for this shiny pussy-magnet. I mean, what did I expect when I bought this thing? I could have, should have bought a house instead. But what would it bring me? More unbearable silence? Two extra rooms I will never use? An emptiness that can't be filled with more furniture or useless, expensive decor?
Location: 99 Embarcadero Drive
Time: 10:55 p.m.
It doesn't take long for this girl to climb on top of me. One minute we're sitting on my couch as I listen to her drone on about the mundane details of her job as a waitress, the next minute her tongue is down my throat. I love a woman that takes charge, but there's something about the way she kisses that puts me off. Sure, her lips are soft and her tongue feels good in my mouth...but there's something lacking. My heart doesn't feel like it's going to burst. My stomach doesn't feel like it's being raided by a thousand butterflies. My breath is still perfectly intact. I push these negative thoughts out of my head as I grab her ass, trying to get into the moment while this woman blatantly makes it known that she wants me.
"Damn, you're so hot." She whispers as she pulls back to gaze into my eyes. I try to find that feeling again as I search her dark brown eyes, but I find nothing. I don't get lost. It doesn't cause a vulnerability that makes me want to hide. I feel nothing.
What is wrong with me?? Why can't I enjoy this?
"You like that?" I drop my head back as I grab her face with both hands, pushing her mouth even deeper into my hard-on.
"Yes, I love it when it's big." Her eyes seductively lock with mine as she swirls her tongue around the head. No more thinking. No more rationalizing. Tonight, I'm fucking her brains out.
"You like having that big dick in your mouth, don't you?" I gyrate my hips on her face until she turns red from gagging. Yeah, that's right. Choke on it.
"Mmm, yes, doctor!!"
"You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you"
Just the sight of her on her knees, tolerating the filthy words coming out of my mouth, brings out a side of me I've tried to suppress. After putting a condom on, I turn her around until she's bent over in front of me. She's already wet.
"Spread your legs." I command in a low voice while my hand rubs her glistening pussy from behind. I can already hear her panting as her thighs move further away from each other. All I see is her round ass sticking out in front of me, just waiting for me to take it. With one deep thrust, I enter her. She cries out in surprise but I continue to hold on to her hips as I pound into her. The sound of my pubic bone slapping hard against her cheeks is even better than liquor. It wakes me up. It makes me feel alive. I can hear my pulse racing as my hand smacks her ass. Hard.
"Oh my God, yes!! Yes!" She moans as she arches her back, her long hair covering her face.
"I want to fuck you
Like an animal
I want to feel you
From the inside
I want to fuck you