by Mia Madison
Taking a deep breath, I walked to the counter, hyper-aware that all conversation had stopped and I could feel five pairs of eyes on me.
“What’ll it be, miss?”
I licked my lips, wondering if the old geezer would card me, but this was my rogue evening. I had already shattered several barriers of my old self, from lying to my parents, putting on heavy makeup, and entering a bar forty miles away from home, alone, for the first time in my life.
“Vodka, on the rocks,” I said with a confident voice I did not feel, my heart hammering in my chest.
The bartender looked me over from head to toe, his eyes pausing on my breasts for a few seconds. He met my gaze and nodded, and I let out a breath of relief. Maybe my disguise worked, or maybe he was just happy to have a female customer.
He placed a napkin on the counter, fixed the drink, placed the glass on the napkin, and slid it toward me. I stared at the drink, then at him.
What the fuck do I do now?
The bartender was no help. He didn’t say a word, and I had no idea if I was supposed to pay right then, or later, and how much were these drinks anyway?
I was so scared, so out of my element, that I wanted to turn around and drive back home, back to where everything was safe and familiar. Instead, I dug in my shorts, fished out a twenty dollar bill, and slapped it on the counter, the sound of my fingers striking wood echoing loudly. I took my drink and casually strolled to the deepest, darkest corner of the bar. The whispered conversations resumed, the curious looks lowering back toward the bottles in front of them.
Fuck, that was scary, I thought, sighing heavily.
The place was dead, so I knew I wasn’t going to find what I was looking for there, but since I pushed myself through the ordeal of illegally ordering my drink, I might as well try it.
I sipped the vodka and almost choked as the octane-grade liquor burned through my throat, causing my eyes to water.
Jesus Christ, that is one strong drink.
I pushed the glass away from me. I was afraid if I took another sip I would start growing hair on my chest.
Five minutes, I thought. I’ll stay for five minutes then I’m gone.
I pulled my phone out, set the timer, and kept myself occupied with emails and the various social media time drains. At the five minute mark my phone buzzed. I rose halfway up my chair, ready to bolt out of there, when the man walked into the bar.
Whoah.
He stopped at the entrance, at the exact same spot I stopped earlier, hesitating just like I did. Something gave him pause, and I wondered what that was. He was tall, with short black hair, and his handsome, angular face had what looked like a couple of days worth of stubble. Tanned muscles rippled through his white v-neck in the low light, and his tight jeans bulged in all the right areas.
It was his eyes though that drew me to him. They were dark, with uncharted depths of intensity mixed with something else. Sadness? Something that was conflicted in him. He was much older than me, probably in his late thirties or early forties, but I was inexplicably drawn to him.
I sat back down, blended into the shadows, and watched.
I couldn’t hear the man’s conversations with the bartender, but it was obvious the two weren’t on good terms. The bartender was arguing with him and pointing at something. The man followed his fingers, and that was when our eyes met, his gaze sending sweet tingles up and down my spine.
God, this man is hot!
I had no idea who this man was, but already I realized how different he was from most of the boys my age. There was no fidgeting, no nervousness and no playful looks that tried to mask how absolutely inexperienced they were around girls. The man seemed centered, rock stable, with an undeniable sense of quiet confidence.
And he oozed of raw sexuality.
A couple of eye contacts later I felt the wetness start up between my legs. I wanted this stranger, wanted him bad. Visions of him ripping my clothes off, biting my nipples hard, and penetrating me roughly swirled in my head.
I grabbed the vodka I swore I wasn’t going to touch again and downed half of it. The burn wasn’t as bad this time, either because the melted ice diluted it, or because my blood was already circulating through my body at an incredible rate that it sort of numbed the effect of the liquor. A pulsing began from somewhere deep in my core, and my breathing got heavier. I was getting hot all over and exhibiting signs of an oncoming orgasm.
Fuck, not here!
With my stomach knotting up and my body starting to tremble, I got up, walked out to the parking lot, and sucked in some much needed fresh air.
Ah, much better, I thought, feeling the impending explosion recede somewhat. I was still so damn horny but at least things were sort of under control. I stayed outside for a few minutes, taking in deep breaths.
What do I do now?
I debated between going back in and approaching the man or forgetting the whole damn thing. Even as I pondered the question my body seemed to have decided for me, my feet already taking me back inside.
Okay, Kate, I told myself. Just be calm, be cool, and whatever you do, do not let him know how desperate you are.
I rehearsed my hastily slapped together plan in my head. I would approach the counter, order another drink - maybe a beer this time - and if he doesn’t say anything I would start a casual conversation. Talk about the weather or something.
Taking a deep breath, I walked inside and stopped, my heart sinking.
He was gone.
How was that possible? I was outside and I would have seen him leave. Could he be in the restroom? The bartender’s back faced me, his eyes glued to the TV set, so I stood at the entrance for some time, staring at the door to the men’s restroom, listening for movement.
I didn’t hear anything.
Puzzled, I went back out and counted the cars in the lot. There were five cars left, including mine. One for the bartender, two for the patrons still inside the bar. That left one unaccounted for.
The stranger was still here.
I walked around the back, and that was when I heard the sound of someone taking a piss. I had to chuckle when I rounded the corner and saw the man watering the bushes, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Leaning against the wall, I watched him with some amusement. After what seemed like forever, he finally finished, zipped up and turned, and that was when he noticed me.
Shit, here we go.
He walked toward me, the cigarette still jutting out of his mouth, his gait casual, his movements sure and confident.
Now what?
With my heart pounding and my mind drawing a complete blank, I moved without thinking, my hand already reaching out and plucking the cigarette from his mouth. The man was tall, my head barely making it past his shoulder. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulled him toward me while I tiptoed, and gave him a full, open-mouthed kiss.
I had never kissed a complete stranger before, and I certainly had never kissed an older man, so my action left me completely unprepared for the intense sense of power and strength I got from the mature hunk that was sucking my tongue. My legs felt weak, my stomach doing a series of barrel rolls, and I could feel myself practically gushing into my panties.
He pressed against me, and I felt his hardness. Reaching down, I unzipped his jeans and slid my trembling hand inside, touching a rock hard cock for the first time in my life.
Oh. My. God
Unable to contain myself, I knelt down, grabbed his jeans and boxers, and pushed them down. The man’s cock jumped out and hit me on the cheek, startling me. I held it in my hand, noting the substantial weight and the even more substantial size.
Holy fuck, I thought, staring at the pulsing shaft that made my hand tiny in comparison. What have I gotten myself into?
Gingerly, with a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through my veins, I took him into my mouth. I sucked him slowly, relishing the sweet, slippery taste of the stranger’s cock, and I heard his groans of pleasure. My own s
ex twitched and contracted. I wanted to feel that long, thick beast inside of me.
I wanted it bad.
I got up, gave him another wet kiss, and whispered in his ear.
“Fuck me.”
The man responded with a deep, animal-like growl. He unbuttoned my shorts, pulled them down roughly to my knees, and peeled my soaked panties off. The cool evening air swirled around my exposed area, causing new shivers to run up and down my spine.
He turned me so that I faced the wall, my hands leaning against the moist wooden surface, my heart thumping in my chest. I felt his large hands on my ass, tracing the curves, squeezing them, and spreading my cheeks apart.
Please be gentle, I thought, already shaking with anticipation. Please be…
I felt his head brush against my wet opening, and then my world exploded in a sea of pain as he penetrated me.
“Ouch, ouch,” I cried, pulling away, but he grabbed my hips and pushed himself into me again and again, his cock sliding deeper into me with each thrust. Pain and sweet pleasure clashed. I closed my eyes, the tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t shake the image that the man was splitting me in half, but at the same time my stomach kept knotting up, the sensation of having something long and thick and hard deep inside my pussy causing waves of pleasure to travel up and down my body.
The man lifted my tee shirt, undid my bra, and squeezed my breasts. He rolled my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled on them, the sweet tingles shooting straight to my sex. I moaned, gasped, and orgasmed despite the pain, my body shaking uncontrollably.
The stranger kept fucking me with a desperation that matched my horniness, and it took a supreme amount of effort not to scream. He was wild and strong, and it felt almost as if he were purging himself of something with each thrust, burying a dark past as he buried himself in me up to the hilt, his hips slapping loudly against my ass and echoing through the still of the night.
The pain diminished, replaced by pure, unimaginable pleasure. I felt him grow even harder as he fucked me faster, his rhythm getting erratic as he raced toward release. Groaning, he suddenly pulled out and exploded all over my back and ass, the warm squirts contrasting with the cool air around me. I shivered in delight.
When he was done, I straightened up and got dressed, enjoying the feel of his essence as it stuck to my clothing. I turned around, smiled at him, and gave him a kiss.
“Thanks,” I said, gazing at him one final time, burning the image of him in my mind, knowing I would never see him again. Then I turned around and walked to the parking lot without looking back.
As the warm shower washed away the evidence of my wild encounter, I found myself missing him already. I should have stayed, should have gotten his number.
I didn’t even know his name.
I cut the shower, toweled off, and dressed in my house shorts and a sweater. The dark makeup was gone and my goodie girl persona was back in play. Humming softly to myself, I left my room and I was halfway down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
Dad’s friend, I thought. I remembered dad saying a friend would be staying with us for a few days and that he’d be arriving late in the evening. I wasn’t surprised. Our guest bedroom had been occupied on several occasions whenever a ‘lost’ member of his flock needed a place to stay.
I was surprised, however, when I opened the door and found myself staring into the dark, intense eyes of the stranger from the bar.
Shit.
3
Old Friend
Jack
Shit.
I stood in front of my friend’s house, staring at the person who opened the door, my body shell-shocked. For a few seconds I couldn’t process what I was seeing. It was the same girl I kept thinking about from the moment I left the bar, but without the dark, heavy makeup. What was she doing here?
Finally my mind unlocked, the pieces falling into place. My friend Bob had mentioned a daughter that graduated from high school and was about to head off to college.
I had just banged my friend’s only girl.
Shit.
“You?” the girl whispered, apparently just as shocked. “You’re my dad’s friend?”
“That you, Jack?” Bob said, coming up behind her.
“Hey, Bob,” I nodded, forcing myself to look away from the girl, who had stepped aside. I shook the minister’s hand and accepted the bear hug. “Been a while, buddy.”
“That’s for sure. Come on in. You’ve met my daughter Kate?”
“Hi, Kate,” I said, giving her a brief smile, hoping I could keep my expression completely neutral and not give away the fact that we had just fucked less than an hour ago.
“How was the drive?”
“Long,” I replied, dropping my rucksack in the hallway and following Bob in. I chanced a glance behind me and saw Kate still holding the door, a look of pure disbelief written on her face.
“You must be starving,” Bob said. “Nancy made you a little something.”
“Bob, you didn’t have to…”
“Nonsense,” Bob said, slapping me on the back lightly. “Besides, Nancy was inspired to cook.”
I gave my friend a dubious look. I could not imagine anyone being inspired to cook at midnight. But Bob and Nancy were a good couple, and they always went out of their way to make their guests feel at home.
We rounded the corner into the dining room and my mouth watered at sight of meatloaf, gravy, potatoes, salad, and Nancy was just removing some baked rolls from the oven.
This wasn’t a little something. It was a fucking feast.
“Jack, so nice to see you again!” Nancy said. She placed the rolls on the table, went around and gave me a big hug. Unlike Bob who seemed to have picked up a few pounds, Nancy looked the same as the last time I saw her - thin, tall, blonde with sparkling blue eyes.
“Hey Nancy,” I said. “You’re looking hot as ever.”
“Oh stop it,” Nancy said, but she was smiling.
“Well, sit down,” Bob said. “What do you want to drink? Beer?”
“Beer would be great.” I sat down, the smell of home cooked food making my stomach growl. Bob handed me a longneck and kept one for himself. We clicked bottles and took a swig, then he sat across me, with Nancy on my left.
“Kate, why don’t you join us?” Bob said.
“We already had dinner, remember?” Kate said, sounding upset.
“Come on, hang with us for a bit. I know you love meatloaf.”
I heard a deep sigh, then Kate walked behind me and sat on my right. I tried not to look at her, busying myself with filling my plate, though my heart was pounding in my chest.
How could I have been so stupid?
I cleared my throat. “So, Bob, how’s the ministry business?”
“Busy as ever,” Bob said, chuckling. “Lots of souls that need saving.”
You could add me to that list, I thought sourly.
“Bob is now the head pastor of our congregation,” Nancy chimed in.
“Well, Bob, congrats,” I said, raising my beer to him. “And the food is excellent as usual, Nancy.”
Nancy waved her hand in dismissal. The two of them looked like the perfect couple - happy, successful, grounded in their ways.
That’s where I should be at my age. That’s where I was - happy, successful, settled.
Until the bitch betrayed me.
The gloom, the dread, and the dark cloud of depression inched its sinewy claws upwards, and I had to forcibly banish the memories of my recent misfortunes from my mind. Shaking my head slightly, I stole a glance in Kate’s direction and noticed her observing me curiously.
Kate was another issue I had to contend with. As I ate Nancy’s lovely meatloaf and half-listened to the couple’s work in helping the community, I mulled over the predicament I found myself in.
I was inexplicably drawn to Kate, and not just sexually. Something about her tugged at the corners of my heart. I so wanted to spend time with her, talk to her, obs
erve her expressive eyes, and watch her purse and lick those inviting lips. I wanted to get to know her better, find out everything I can about her, but I couldn’t possibly do any of that anymore.
I knew what I had to do.
“I can’t stay,” I said suddenly.
The clanging of utensils and chit-chat stopped, and a heavy silence hung over the dining room. I looked at the surprised expressions of my hosts and realized I had just expressed my thoughts out loud.
Shit.
“I’m sorry,” I said, wiping my mouth with the pristine white cloth napkin. “It’s so very kind of you guys to open your home to me, but I can’t stay.”
“Oh dear, why not?” Nancy said after some time. Bob didn’t say a word, but his stare made me uncomfortable. It was as if he were searching my soul, peeling through the flimsy layers of bullshit, and for a moment I got the impression he knew the truth, in the way some of these religious people seemed to know things, and it made me want to break down and confess to him, to get the guilt that was eating at me off my chest.
“I… I need to work out my issues on my own,” I said, looking down at my plate to avoid Bob’s penetrating stare. “I need some time alone, to sort things out.”
“But where would you go?” Nancy pressed.
I shrugged. “I’ll find a cheap motel, check in for a week or so until I can figure out my next move.”
Bob pushed his chair back and got up. “Jack, let’s you and I talk a bit,” he said. “Excuse us for a second, ladies.”
Oh shit, he knows. I don’t know how, but he fucking knows.
We went into the kitchen and grabbed a few bottles of beer, and I followed Bob out the back. A motion-activated light turned on, illuminating a well-kept grassy area with a couple of picnic tables and chairs. On one side was a covered barbecue pit, and further down a small path led away into darkness. I knew, from visiting him here once in the past, that the path led to a dock and the lake a short distance away, but at night it was completely hidden from view.