“Don’t worry, by eleven this place will be hopping,” Ana stated as if reading my mind. “I wanted to make sure we got a seat at the bar.” She got up onto one of the tall, leather stools that framed the heart-shaped bar, and I got up onto another one of the chairs beside her. The lighting was nice, not too dark, but the music was thumping.
“What will it be, ladies?” The bartender asked. “First drink is on the house tonight!”
“Club soda for me, and a d-i-r-t-y, d-i-r-t-y martini for my sis,” Ana winked at him as she stressed the dirty and made lascivious eyes at the blonde hunk of a bartender. Ana usually didn’t go for blondes, but this guy was a real beefcake muscle-head, and that was her type. She loved the body builder types. He also looked to be in his mid-twenties to late twenties. Another plus for her, she liked them younger.
“Be right back, ladies,” he drawled and winked back at Ana. From the corner of my eye, I saw her draw her tongue across her top lip as he turned to the wall of alcohol behind him to mix my drink.
“I am designated driver tonight. I may have one drink later, but nurse that one. I only want you to have three tops or you will never forgive me tomorrow. If someone buys us drinks, don’t worry, I’ll dump them when no one is looking, so just sip that one.”
She didn’t have to tell me that. I wasn’t much of a drinker anyway, not anymore, but once an older sister, always an older sister, and breaking her of the habit of bossing me around wasn’t worth the effort. “Yes, ma’am,” I responded.
Our drinks arrived and I took a sip of the delicious cocktail. I loved martinis and indulged in one every now and then. A group of rowdy guys to our left began to cheer as someone at the pool table sunk the eight ball. Ana and I both glanced over.
“Oooo, army bucks! So buff!” she drawled and elbowed me in the ribs. I looked over at the five guys around the pool table and appreciated the view immensely. “So, which one do you want?” she inquired.
“We just got here!” I grumbled.
“Let’s get their attention, and then go dance. Then they can watch us!” She laughed shrilly and sure enough they looked our way. I was embarrassed, and began to turn away when one of the guys caught my eye. He lifted his beer in our direction, and took a long sip as he watched me over his bottle of Corona. I smiled at him and turned around. My heartbeat accelerated. He was hot, incredibly hot. His ice blue eyes sparked with fire almost knowingly. How was that possible? He definitely seemed interested.
“Gotcha,” Ana muttered, and swung back around to me. How were these things so easy for her, I wondered. I laughed at her, and she said, “Hey, he is still watching, let’s go dance.” She grabbed me by the elbow before I could respond, and yanked me off my stool. That must have looked attractive, I thought to myself. “He’s a hunk if I ever saw one, and he is the one.” I followed her and the music grew in tempo the closer we got to the dance floor. She positioned me so that the guy had a good view of us dancing, and every time I glanced his way, he was still watching us. I liked to dance and knew I did it pretty well. Another song came on and blue eyes kept watching us. A few guys came over and tried to dance with us, but Ana just kept steering us in another direction, not rudely, but enough to say we weren’t interested in them. I glanced at ice-blue eyes every now and then, and he would tilt his bottle at us, or wink. God! He was gorgeous and my heart rate hitched another notch. He wore black jeans and a white t-shirt with a Tommy Hilfiger logo on it, and the t-shirt showed that he had a fine physique. Very fine. His head was shaven, and his face was rugged, with a strong chin and angled cheek bones. He had a tan that indicated he spent a lot of time outdoors. The way he kept looking at me, though, just kept my senses heightened; it felt like he was undressing me right there on the dance floor. I couldn’t blame him though because I was doing the same thing to him.
After four or five songs, Ana and I went back to the bar. The place was filling up and we did not want to lose our seats. As soon as we sat down, Adonis began to make his way over to us. My heart rate picked up another notch. He sat on the stool next to Ana because that was the only one available at the bar, but still kept staring at me. I picked up my drink and took a big sip.
“Want another?” he asked. His voice was like velvet, smooth and clear.
I nodded.
“Here, switch with me,” Ana said and got off her stool. Blue eyes slid onto her seat not breaking eye contact.
“Hello, gorgeous!” Blue eyes said and inched closer to me.
“Hi,” I replied nervously taking another sip of my drink, not realizing I had finished it.
He turned and called to the bartender, “Another one, please,” he indicated to the bartender that the drink was for me, and the bartender nodded.
Blue eyes, then turned to me and smiled. His teeth were perfect. “My name is Victor Ciccone. And you have to be the most beautiful girl I have seen in long time.”
“Thank-you,” I said shyly.
“You’re welcome!” He laughed. “You didn’t seem this shy on the dance floor. You can move! I was imagining you moving like that under me in my bed.”
“Y-you did?” God, that was a stupid thing to say. I wasn’t used to this flirting business. I had no experience. I wasn’t Ana.
“Yes, I did. And, it was good. I pleased you very much.” He gazed down the length of my body and that look was a caress. I could see from his face he liked what he saw. It was a compliment without words. I was surprised I wasn’t more nervous, but Ana was right there watching us. He was incredibly attractive. Oh my, if my heart beat any faster I was afraid it was going to burst right out of my chest. “So, what is your name? I want to know what to moan in my sleep when I dream about you tonight.” Was this for real? Did guys really talk like that to pick up a girl? I didn’t know. But, it was definitely working on me. This guy was turning me on, and he hadn’t even touched me. Yet!
“My name is Monica Michaud,” I said as I reached out my hand to shake his. It was like electricity. A shock went through my entire body. I felt warm all over, and I knew it wasn’t from the drink. I only had one. The guy was pure animal magnetism, pure sex appeal.
He did not let go of my hand, or break eye contact. He held it and used his thumb to caress the top of my hand. He pulled me closer, and we were mere inches apart. He tilted his head to the side and put his face into my hair behind my ear, and inhaled. “You smell delicious. I bet you taste good, too,” he whispered in my ear. He softly kissed my cheek and trailed light feathery kisses from my temple to my lips. I gasped at the sensations he evoked in me. “Dance with me?” he asked and began to draw me out of my chair.
Wordlessly, I followed him. It wasn’t a fast song, but it wasn’t a slow song either. He drew me into his arms and we swayed rhythmically in time to the music. His body and mine melded together on the dance floor. The electricity between us sizzled. After one song ended and another began his hands began to roam across my back, my sides, and I just held on enjoying the feelings he evoked in me, He turned me slightly and our eyes met, and, that is when his lips claimed mine. They were soft and cool, probably from the beer. His tongue darted out, and slid along my lips and I opened for him wanting more. My nipples hardened at the sensations he was creating. This man knew what he was doing and I wanted more. He explored my mouth with his, he tasted of lemon and beer, and I tentatively began to respond. He moaned my name into my mouth. The hand that caressed my back now slid along my arm then grasped my face, and his other hand, the one that had been stroking me along the side along my ribcage did the same. I was lost in the pleasure, completely oblivious to my sister sitting not eight feet away. The kiss went on and on. He slowly began to ease back, and end the kiss. “You do,” he said and sighed sadly.
“I do what?” I asked, a little shaken by, what seemed to me, the abrupt end of the kiss.
“Taste great,” he answered and then laughed, his blue eyes glittering. “But that is not the only part of you I want to taste.”
I stared at him shocked. My
eyes widened into saucers at his suggestion, but yet, I yearned for whatever this man was willing to offer.
“You have beautiful eyes. Lonely, big and brown eyes. I want to see them full of passion for me. But another time. Let me bring you back to your friend.”
He began to lead me back to my sister, and I muttered just that. “She is my sister.”
He turned to look at me, surprised. “You look so different. Both of you are beautiful, though in your own way.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his sincere compliment. We didn’t look much alike. Once back at the bar, he helped me back onto my stool, and again sat beside me, his smile dazzling.
I was speechless and terrified and excited at the same time. Nervous, too. But, a part of me knew that this man would be worth it. Instinctively, I also felt he wouldn’t hurt me physically, and although his words were evocative, I saw glimpses of tenderness, and restraint in him. He was as sexy as hell, and when he smiled his crooked smile he had a dimple. Whatever inhibitions I still had, I knew he would break those down, he would teach me and please me to no end. This man was wild and dangerous, untamed. But I saw kindness there, too.
He broke the silence first. “I want to see you again.”
“I would like that,” I said immediately and licked my lips not realizing I had done it. I don’t know where those confident words came from, but I was glad they came. He nodded his approval, and then sadly shook his head and I felt a sudden sense of loss. He could see it in my eyes.
“Don’t worry, Mi Cara, I am not done with you yet, just for tonight, though. I have to work early tomorrow, and I do not want to rush what I wish to do to you. Give me your phone number,” he demanded as he slid his phone towards me.
With shaking hands I picked up his cell phone and typed in my phone number, and then handed it back to him. “Just one second, Monica,” he stated as he scrutinized his phone and hit a few buttons. At that moment, my phone began to ring; I looked at my clutch and began to retrieve it automatically, when his hand stilled mine. “No, don’t worry, Monica. That was me calling. I wanted to be sure you had given me the right phone number and not a phony one. I can’t let you get away, now that I’ve found you. And, now you have my phone number, as well.”
“Good, no, I mean yes, good, I am glad I have your number, too,” I stammered.
Victor laughed and his eyes crinkled in the corner, and then he was shaking his head again. “Tomorrow night?” I nodded. “Good, I will call you with the details then?” He got up from his stool, as did I, and he grasped my shoulders and kissed me again. It was hot, and more demanding than the last time. It was an exploration, and it was thrilling and primitive. It was unadulterated lust and left me wanting. He pulled me close to him and slid his hands around me, lightly running them down my back to my rear making me feel the most erotic sensations. He lightly squeezed my ass with both hands and pulled me even closer so I could feel his arousal through his jeans. It felt amazing as a pool of warmth rushed to my loins. Then, again, all too abruptly for my liking, he ended the kiss leaving me yearning, and wanting more. He turned to my sister. “It was nice to meet you both.”
Ana took and shook his proffered hand. “Nice to meet you, too.” She smiled at him.
He turned then, and began to walk out of the bar. His backside was almost as hot as his front. I watched him as he approached his friends who were by the entrance, the friends that he had been playing pool with earlier. There was a bunch of back slapping and “Hoo-yaying,” going on, as he turned and glanced my way one more time. His crooked smile lit up the room and again did that racing thing to my heart. Then, he was gone.
“Oh, God, I creamed my pants watching that guy kiss you.” Ana’s comments broke the spell that Victor had put me under. I laughed at her usual tasteless description, and breathed for the first time in what seemed like an hour. “Okay, let’s get you home and tucked in to bed. No point in staying and letting sloppy seconds try to pick you up. That guy was hot! He will call you and he seems nice.” I smiled at her as she twirled a long tendril of her auburn hair around her long index finger, and blew a kiss to the bartender, and then added, “Plus, I got to drive all the way back here and take that bartender home at two.”
“Wh-what?” I stammered and looked at my sister with confusion. “While you were dancing, and doing other things, and when it seemed you wouldn’t come up for air for a very long time, I might add, I had a nice talk with the cute bartender. We got a date later.” She winked at me. Ana got off her stool, blew the bartender another kiss, grabbed my clutch and led me out the door. It was only eleven thirty when we left the Blue Martini, but the night, in my opinion, had been a rip-roaring success.
It was nearly one o’clock when Ana pulled into my drive way. I started to get out, when her hand stopped me. I glanced over my shoulder to see what she wanted. “Let me know the minute he calls,” she demanded.
“He’s not going to call tonight,” I mumbled sleepily. The ride home had sobered me emotionally, a little. That guy was so gorgeous, he probably met another girl in the parking lot, and he probably forgot me the moment he got into his vehicle. I finished getting out of the car.
She rolled down the passenger side window after I crossed in front of her car. “Oh yes, he will call . . . and if he doesn’t you’ve got his number,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“Ana, Victor could have any girl he wants. Why would he even give me a second thought?” I worried aloud.
“Because you are a babe. Good-night sexy. And, call me!” She was backing out of the driveway before I could even turn around.
I took my keys out of my clutch, laughed and waved. “Bye yourself!” I walked into my small two bedroom bungalow on a quiet cu-de-sac, headed straight to my bedroom, and began to get undressed stripping out of my shirt and skirt. Work tomorrow. Ughh! I thought.
I was removing my make-up when the sound of my phone ringing stopped me short. Hell! Could it be? I grabbed my purse, rummaged through it and looked at the caller ID. Victor! I answered.
“Hello, gorgeous! I told you I would call you tomorrow and it is tomorrow.” He laughed softly at his own joke, as did I. “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready for bed,” I answered honestly.
“Really?” He sounded surprised. “I am glad you are not at that night club giving some other guy a shot at you.”
Hearing him say those words warmed me up a little inside. Again honestly, I answered, “Well, I left shortly after you did. Truth is, I have to work tomorrow, I mean today, too. And after meeting you, I did not see the point in staying any longer.” I held my breath waiting to hear what he would say about that.
He paused long enough to make me start to doubt myself. “Thank-you,” he finally whispered. Then, “I want to have fun with you, Monica. A lot of fun.”
“I’d like that,” I replied huskily as I slipped under the sheets of my bed in my bra and panties. Having fun with him, I instinctively knew, was going to be the best fun I would ever have in my entire life.
“Mmmm, I like how that sounded,” he growled. His voice had dropped into the sexiest sound I had ever heard. “Earlier, you said you were getting ready for bed, and I am imagining you undressing right now. Are you undressing, Monica?”
I laughed at his throaty tone but I would play along. “Actually, when the phone rang I was already pretty much undressed, so I just got into bed in my bra and panties.” I heard him clear his throat. “Take off your bra, Monica. You’ll be more comfortable,” he commanded.
I laughed, but did what he asked, putting the phone on the scarlet coverlet next to me. I called out, “Taking my bra off now. Ugh, yep I got the clasp. Off the shoulders. Done.” I heard him laugh again. “I’m back,” I said as I pulled the phone back to my ear.
“Very funny, but doesn’t that feel better, Monica. Don’t those cool sheets on your nipples make them harden?” It wasn’t the sheets that did that, it was his words and the way he said them, and I told him so.
He groaned. “I’d better stop, baby. I don’t want to have our first time be on the phone.” I blushed knowing he was talking about phone sex, and I was glad he couldn’t see that. “So, what do you do, Monica? For work, I mean?” He asked in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
“Work? I am teacher, high school English!” I lay down on the pillow with the phone pressed to my ear. I heard him groan through the receiver. “What?” I asked, “Bad track record in school, or something?” I teased.
“No Monica, that’s not it. I am just picturing you with a bun in your hair, a pencil behind your ear, and a ruler in your hand. God, even casual conversation with you has me imagining all kinds of naughty things. I am hot for this teacher. I’ve always wanted to screw a sexy teacher.” And, the conversation with Victor was back to sex just like that.
I laughed. “I’m pretty hot for you, too, Victor,” I admitted. “I have never just met a guy and felt what I felt –so instantaneously.” That was the biggest understatement of my life. This man had me imagining things I hadn’t even thought of or heard of before.
“I get off work at three tomorrow, Monica. I am going to come home, take a nap, shower and change. Then I am coming for you, and we are going to fuck, and it’s going to be the best sex you have ever had in your life.” The way he said the words had left me feeling anxious and wanting. I was speechless, yet wanting him to do exactly what he said. I felt a wetness in my pussy, and wished he were here right now. I had the sudden urge to touch myself. How could his words alone do this to me I wondered. “Where do you live?” he asked. I told him I lived in Hudson in Pasco County, an hour from Tampa and gave him my address. “I live right in Tampa so I should be there around eight o’clock. Is that all right? I will take you to dinner, take you home, and I want to be crystal clear about this, then I am taking you to bed. Ok?”
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