He had no idea what hit him. One minute, he was sitting at the bar, sipping on a lager, and the next, a gingery voice breathing against his ear “Hey you, how have you been?”
He turned, and felt the flash of recognizance, that moment of knowing that you should know who you’re talking to, should at least act like you should know who you’re talking to, but you just can’t… “Uhhh…”
Throatily and slow, she laughs. “It’s me, Erica” You blush, make motions of order a drink, of grabbing your wallet, of making sure your hair is smoothed down. “Don’t worry darling, I wasn’t exactly expecting to see anyone I knew here, either”.
You take a moment, trying to look her subtly up and down. She looks… tighter, stronger, more assured… but still ultimately Erica. You can’t pinpoint anything, and you’re still staring when the bartender delivers her drink, and she places a ten in her hand without flinching.
“So the last time I saw you here, you were working some… personal things out. How are they going?”
You twist your hands around your glass, and the flash of your wedding ring catches both your eyes. “Ach, I see” she says. “Congratulations are in order, then” She waves the bartender over as you mumble your protest. “Two shots of your best whiskey, on account of my good friend’s wedding!”
“..two years hardly deserves a toast…” She doesn’t hear you, as she’s caught the eye of another of her acquaintances. For a woman who wasn’t expecting to meet anyone here, she sure was ready…
“Sorry about that. My cousin was wondering what the hell I was doing back in town. Now, where were we?” Grabbing one of the pair of glasses off the bar, she raises it to eye level. “Is it my toast, or yours?”
“Uh, yours I think” being unable to remember the count.
“Here is to the women we love… and the men that we love… and fuck all that nonsense, heres to the whiskey in the glass!”
You both take the shot. She licks her lips while you shudder. She looks at you and laughs, and you try to shoulder it off.
“Sorry, whiskey, I’ve never been able to handle it”
A silence, then.
“I’d call you on that, but I’m here only for a visit, not to cause any trouble. Anyway, dear, if you’d excuse me…”
You look down at your glasses, empty, and motion the waitress over. In the time it takes her to deliver your drinks, you ponder the trouble that could be caused.
Your neck, buried in her, your cock ready to plunge, as she asked you if you’re sure, and when you murmur your assent, she releases her legs and you dive deep in her, the name of your god forcing its way past your lips.
Her head, turned away from you, your teeth tearing on her skin. “Stop” she says. You know you doesn’t mean it. You push her back on the grass, her skirt pulled up to her thighs. “Stop what?” you dare. Pushing into her, you hear her scream out the name of her god.
Hands, both of your hands play over each others body. Cars pass, changing the perspective of the light. Tentatively, fingers play over the light. It’s almost as if one is waiting for permission from another. And ultimately, it doesn’t matter as hipbone meets hipbone.
Waking up, you find an unfamiliar body next to you. You roll over, bringing the blanket with you, as you know you shouldn’t be where you are. A body follows the warmth, and you stick your elbow out. The body apologizes profusely, tugging a bit of blanket with her. You try to fall back asleep, and unconsciously your arm follows the blanket, touching her side. Both of you jerk back as if on fire, but draw back together as fire does.
“uhh, would you like your tab?” The bartender asks. You glance at your watch and find it shortly before closing time. “Yeah, please.” He delivers it, and you pay, stumbling out the front door.
You try to figure out where you parked, shaking your head slightly. You must have parked behind the building, and as you turn to walk that way, along the road, there she is. “Ehm, want a ride?” you ask
She presses her lips against yours, hips grinding, you could feel her heartbeat against your own chest. “I asked for that long ago. I have my own ride, now”
She turns away, stumbling. She had no idea what hit her.