by Xavier Neal
I adjust my crotch, have a quick sip of my water, and say, “I’m gonna go check in with Swiss. He’s been giving the look of disapproval since I got to the table with the drinks.”
The two of them nod and return to the conversation they were having amongst themselves. Catching a glimpse of Merrick’s hand inching up Jovi’s thigh has me chuckling under my breath.
Good to know we want the same thing by the end of the night. Haven’t you ever had a good drunken romp with your significant other? The kind where you’re both a little tipsy, a little extra loud, a little extra enthusiastic because you’ve had some liquid encouragement. I mean I haven’t because Brie’s the first woman I’ve ever truly dated, but I like to imagine it’s going to be even more fun than my previous drunken conquests because I actually care about her. Ugh. Another Midol moment? Am I more inebriated than I thought?
I don’t bother actually stopping by Swiss. I maneuver around a group of college students and a couple probably on their first date from their body language, and swing around the corner for the restrooms. Instantly, my attention settles on Brie who is leaned against the wall with one leg propped up and her bottom lip between her teeth. Without a word, she slides over to the door closest to her, and pushes it open with her back.
The moment I step inside the bathroom her mouth blankets mine in a feverish sweep. A small moan is granted access to join the situation, the sound echoing off the wall of the cramped space.
Definitely not designed for two people to be in here at once.
Brie nips at my bottom lip at the same time she clicks the lock on the door. Afterward she presses her finger to her mouth insisting I keep quiet and lowers herself slowly towards the ground.
She can’t possibly be serious? Who’s gonna hear us out there? It’s crowded and the music is continuously teetering between barely audible and deafening. It’s a bar for Christ sake. Doubt anyone even realizes two people are in here…
In a swift motion, she undoes my belt, pulls my pants down, and removes my swelling shaft from its boxer dungeon. She grips me tighter and tugs my cock towards her, toying with the idea of it touching her lips yet never lets it. The sexual torture yanks a frustrated groan out of me. She simply smirks.
Constantly stuck between adoration and animosity for this woman…
“Payback?” I screw my eyes shut to stop from having to watch the visual teasing. “Seems rather harsh considering you were the one who bit off more than she could chew.”
Brie lets the tip of her tongue swipe away the drop of pre cum that’s crying out for attention.
My teeth chomp down sharply on my bottom lip.
She keeps this up and I swear I’ll give her whatever she wants just to have her full lips wrapped around my dick. I don’t care if I have to purposely lose every bloody game from now until we have children. I just…I need her mouth on me. What? It was just a figure of speech. Do not read too deeply into it.
Without saying a word she repeats the action, the heat of her tongue swirling around just the head of my cock. Another groan grumbles inside and my mouth commands to creak open to release it. Just as I prepare to plead with her, she slides me between her soft lips and sucks with enough force to make my knees buckle. Mindlessly, I cantillate her name while Brie seems to bob to it in unison. She snakes her tongue back and forth so diligently against my shaft I can barely focus on getting enough air to my lungs to prevent suffocating. My hand reaches around to wind my fingers in her hair but is immediately shoved away and pinned against the door. Her sucking becomes more vicious, more determined, and the unexpected display of dominance drags my orgasm from the shadows. All of a sudden, a small droplet slips from her suctioned lips and caresses my balls.
The moment Brie’s fingers graze them in an attempt to catch it; I knock the back of my head against the door and declare, “I’m coming…”
She secures her mouth tightly around my swelling cock and devours the reward of a job well done like she’s sneaking dessert before dinner. Her tongue continues to lightly lap until I’m on the verge of collapsing.
When she finally pulls away and stands back up, I say, “Please tell me, that’s not how you settle all your bar bets.”
Brie giggles and casually helps tuck me back into my underwear. “No, Prince Pain In The Ass. Just with you.”
The sliver of jealousy winds its way around the back of my neck. “Good.” Before she can counter, I press my mouth to hers and ferociously consume the flavors on her tongue as a forceful reminder to make sure it stays that way.
Guess this answers my earlier question about jealousy getting worse the more you care about someone. The idea of Brie ever giving anyone else a bathroom quickie has me considering how much extra it would cost to give her a security detail. It’s not that I don’t trust her. It’s just not a risk I’m even willing to entertain…Seriously? What is wrong with me today? I’ve never felt this way before. Someone must’ve slipped something into my drink…Yup. That’s the story I’ll be sticking to, thank you very much. Now excuse me while I finish dressing and take another moment to make out with my girlfriend.
Kellan
After munching our way through the ordered food, another round of shots, and margaritas, the four of us steal the idea from another table nearby to play one of the bar trivia games.
Jovi flops back down into her seat and drops the box onto the table.
“That doesn’t look like Trivial Pursuit,” I state as the waitress places down another lime margarita in front of me that I didn’t order.
Should I mention this to her or rightfully assume she already knows and wants my attention?
She gives me a small wink before strutting off to tend to the table we stole the idea from.
It really was a rhetorical question. And no I will not send it back. A free drink is a free drink. Wasting alcohol is a much bigger crime that used to be punishable by death in my country. Fine. I don’t know if that last part is true or something my older brother used to say to get me drunker, but regardless, drinking this isn’t cheating on my girlfriend. Or is it? I’m still new to the rules around here.
“It’s not,” Jovi giggles, clearly tipsier than she thinks. “It’s Bad Wolf Trivia.”
My fingers fold with Brie’s in her lap. “So all the questions will be related to Little Red Riding Hood? That sounds daft.”
“There’s not a draft,” Jovi quickly tries to reassure me.
Brie lifts a finger to correct her when I whisper in her ear, “Let it go, love.”
See. Slightly more intoxicated than she believes. It’s also caused Merrick to take extreme defense tactics such as basically smothering her to death in his tattooed chokehold. Or perhaps he was just dusting something off her shoulder...All right. Maybe I’m a little tipsier than I thought as well.
“Bad Wolf Trivia is basically just a bunch of random question and answer cards from various trivia games all thrown into one. Mike goes to like thrift stores or second hand shops, buys the games and then mixes them up and sorts them out like this. Or maybe he has Melinda do it,” Jovi explains pulling out a stack.
I question, “Who’s Melinda?”
“His wife.” Suddenly, she begins to ramble, “She’s usually here on tequila Tuesday helping cooking in the back. Sweet lady. Like soooooo sweet,” she drunkenly coos. “Like randomly picks up tabs kind of sweet. Like feeds the stray cats in the alley super sweet.”
After nodding my understanding, I ask, “So no board then for this game? How are we supposed to know who wins?”
“Most people just make stupid team bets-” Brie hiccups midsentence, confusing herself by the sound. “Like first to 20, losers pick up the tab kinda thing.”
Remind me not to let her drink any more. I don’t want her too drunk to enjoy sex. That’s at the tippy top of my pyramid tonight. You want to know what’s right underneath? Beating her again and gloating about it.
“Let’s do guys vs. girls.”
Brie immediately pouts. “Fi
ne. I don’t wanna be on your team anyway….”
“Why not couples?” Merrick grumps. “Why not us two vs. you two?”
“Aside from the unfair couple’s advantage of sharing one brain of information, I think it’s time for another battle of sexiest,” my slightly slurred speech makes Brie smile.
She squeezes my hand gently. “Sexes.”
“We will be having more than one go at sex later on, but let’s focus for now?” I tease with a wink that receives an eye roll. “Now, come on Merrick! Be a man! Let’s do that whole men vs. women and prove we are indeed smarter than they think.”
Brie shakes her head. “You’re really not.”
“No,” Jovi backs her.
“You hear that?” I use my free hand to point that direction. “You hear how dumb they think we are?”
“I don’t know about Merrick, but definitely you,” Brie pokes and I shake my hand loose.
“Oh….Oh I’m going to have so much fun destroying you. Again.”
“Bring it,” she challenges fiercely.
Our eyes stay in a playfully heated linger, oscillating between childish fun and adult sized passion. My dick’s less than subtle desire to join the conversation shifts both of our attention momentarily down. I try to casually adjust myself while she giggles once more like she’s already victorious.
Hell in a way she is. I’ve never been this constantly hard up for a woman.
“What shall we bet, Merrick?” I lean forward on my elbows. “I’m already picking up the tab-”
“Again I can pay for-”
My hand lifts to stop him. “Really. I don’t mind. I was merely stating we can’t do that type of bet, so how about, if you ladies lose you owe us our own private strip teases?”
Merrick’s eyebrows lift and he lazily turns his gaze to his girlfriend. As if running the scenario through his head, a wicked smirk plants itself firmly on his face. “Like the whole nine yards? The heels and the underwear and-”
“How many strip clubs have you been to?” Jovi interrupts, expression becoming slightly sad.
“Not important,” he brushes off. “What is important is that I like Kellan’s idea. But only if it’s the whole enchilada, and he means Brie will strip for him only and you will strip for me only. Otherwise, I’m ten seconds from punching the guy in his obnoxiously pretty face.”
What! I’m naturally attractive! Amazing genetics.
“I was referring to the version that keeps you from tossing a fist towards my face.”
Not sure he would hit it. I may look like I’m too pretty to fight, but it’s a common misconception. Between years of lacrosse and borrowing the wrong gentleman’s girlfriends for a late night romp, I’ve given my fair share of bloody noses and bruised jaws.
“Then I’m in,” Merrick states.
“And if we win you have to bring us breakfast in bed every day for a week,” Brie rushes to say.
“Breakfast in bed or have you for breakfast in bed?” I waggle my eyebrows. “Just trying to clarify.”
A deep crimson finds its way to her cheeks. “I’m happy either way…”
The retort drops my jaw in astonishment.
It’s not as if she’s prudey or anything, she’s just not usually so brazen in a crowded area. Or in front of her friends, really. Thank you liquid courage for this evening’s edition of foreplay.
“So am I,” Jovi proudly echoes and sits up straight.
Merrick’s face falls to one that tells me he’s ready to throw the game at the idea alone.
Makes two of us…
“First to ten,” I say in a desperate attempt to get things moving. “The opposite sex will read the question and the team has to agree on the answers they choose. No time limit, but if you stall too long, we’ll amend that rule. Sound fair?”
Brie scoots away from me towards her best friend. “Sounds fair.”
The urge to follow her momentarily appears, but dissipates when Merrick makes his way towards my side. With new found determination, I grab a stack of cards, while Jovi straightens the ones in front of them.
Once we’re all settled and have poorly strategized, I have another sip of the drink, and motion my hand. “Ladies first.”
Brie looks at her partner who reads the question. “First question is a history one. Where was the first battle of the U.S. Civil war fought?”
Merrick nervously glances at me.
“Hell if I know. This isn’t exactly my country…”
His eyebrows dart down and he screws an eye shut to rack his brain.
Doesn’t it look like it hurts?
Completely clueless, he throws out, “Lexington?”
Jovi gives him a sympathetic look and shakes her head slowly. “Sorry, baby. Fort Sumter.”
He shrugs.
I give him a hard pat on the back. “Don’t worry. Losing one question won’t let them beat us.”
“No, but when we get your first question it’s going to sting a bit,” Brie taunts after having a sip of water.
Seeing her strip for me is going to be so worth it by the end of this game.
I pick a card from the pile. Instantly I frown at what I feel is an unfair advantage given that everyone at the table aside from me is an art major. “What was Mozart’s first name?”
“Wolfgang!” They answer in unison.
Merrick grunts, “I fucking knew that one.”
Tossing the card to them to count as a point marker, I mumble, “I didn’t.”
“It’s covered in basic Art History,” he sighs.
“Might I remind you, I didn’t attend an art school nor was I an art major.”
Probably seems odd for me to be hanging out with college students given the fact I’m almost 30, but so is Brie. She just happens to be in her last year of a decade long achievement underway. It’s quite an amazing feat if you ask me. Paying your way through college all on your own. Being the one to pay for your books, your classes one by one, and still have to worry about how to pay for basic living. Jovi and Merrick on the other hand are a couple years younger though outside of this particular moment it rarely feels that way.
“Two poor decisions,” Brie mocks and lifts a card. “Ready for your next question?”
“Shoot,” Merrick says with a little more focus in his tone.
“Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Velma are all from what cartoon?”
“Scooby-Doo,” I promptly answer.
“Are you sure?” Merrick lifts a hand towards them to not count the answer yet. “Like absolutely sure?”
“Did you seriously not watch Scooby-Doo as a child?”
He looks away briefly before stating, “No. I didn’t.”
Unsure what nerve I accidentally touched, I try to tip toe around it. “Alright, well I did. And trust me on this one. Hell, if I’m wrong, free punch to the gut.” Merrick nods his agreement and I repeat, “Scooby-Doo.”
“That is correct,” Brie reluctantly says, pushing the card towards me. “Though I kind of wanted to see you take one to the stomach.”
“Not very supportive,” I tsk and have another sip. “Quite like I imagine the six inch heels you will be wearing won’t be.”
Merrick pulls their next question and immediately chuckles. “Oh…There’s no way they’re going to get this one.”
“Rude,” Jovi scoffs.
“Accurate,” he assures before reading it. “Who was known as The Great Bambino?”
Jovi’s face flushes with panic yet Brie tosses a hand in the air. “Babe Ruth! It’s Babe Ruth.”
“Are you-”
“Soooo fucking sure,” Brie swears and turns her attention to us. “Babe Ruth.”
With a smile, Jovi supports her. “Babe Ruth.”
“Sonofabitch!” Merrick chunks the card across the table. “How the hell did you know that? You hate sports.”
“I don’t hate sports,” my girlfriend poorly defends.
“You do too,” I back his statement. “Anytime I try watching ESPN
while you’re studying, you all but blow me to distract me from watching it.”
It’s not important if I now watch it on purpose in her presence to have her mouth on me.
“How did you know it?” Merrick pushes. “Did you cheat?! Are you googling it?”
“Did you see her google anything?” His girlfriend bites.
“From The Sandlot,” she confesses quietly.
“The movie?” Merrick and I chuckle together.