I had a date. This wasn’t the kind of date you get all cleaned up for. Just two old friends hanging out. Not shooting the shit. Not talking about whothefuckcares. Not doing anything. Just sitting at the bar, alone. It was Friday afternoon, just after quitting time. I was driving home, and I saw it out of the corner of my eye. My old digs. A place I hadn’t been in forever. I place I used to frequent far too often. But today, I was overdue to make an appearance. Get re-acquainted with my old friend, Jack.
"Hey Harvey." I called as I walked through the door.
His head turned and he nodded in my direction. “Long time no see, R.J.” He paused, turned towards me. “What brings you around?”
I shrugged. Not something I wanted to talk about, or someone I wanted to tell. “Gimme a bottle, Harvey.”
The place hadn’t changed at all. Wood panelled walls, horrible plastic seating. The dirty floor just as dirty as ever. This was your typical not-friendly-to-new-people type bars. Dark corners, full of shadows. Just like my mind.
"I’ll run ya a tab." Harvey said as he put the bottle and a glass on the bar as I walked past and headed towards the back booth. Just before I got there I turned and looked over my shoulder. "Harvey, do me a favor… don’t call her."
Jack knew all my problems. He was the one guy I could really get along with. Sure we had our ups and downs, but when I needed a friend, he was the go to man. I cracked the bottle open and poured myself a couple fingers worth. Picked up that glass and shot it back. It had been a long time. Slid down my throat like liquid sandpaper, caused me to shake my head hard and a shiver went up my spine.
Seems my old friend Jack didn’t like the time I had spent away from him. And he was going to make me pay for it. I poured myself another glass, and tossed it back. A man alone with his thoughts can be a scary thing. Nothing to pass the time with except a full bottle and an empty glass.
"Can I fry ya up some food, R.J?" Harvey yelled from behind me.
"Does anyone ever come here to eat, Harvey?" I yelled back. It was rhetorical, and he seemed to know that.
I poured myself another. And another. And another. Everyone deals with emotions differently. I drank to forget. To numb myself. Here’s to hoping pain can’t swim because my plan was to drown it tonight.
I found myself staring at the obligatory signs on the wall of every bar. Your typical “Budweiser on tap. 5 cents” signs. I poured myself another. I could feel I was starting to get drunk. It was a good feeling. A feeling I missed. I downed that shot, and two more in quick succession.
And that’s when she walked back into my life.
My eyes shut as I heard her say my name, “Richard.” I was afraid to turn around, in case it was the liquor playing a trick on me. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder. My head turned away, I still couldn’t look.
"Richard." She said again. Her hand trailed down my shoulder to my arm as she moved around the table. She sat opposite me and my took my hand in hers. "Hullo Taylor." I slurred. I was clearly drunk. My mind seemed clear, but my voice was far from stable. I opened my eyes to take her in. She was as beautiful as I remembered her. Her blond hair flowed over her shoulders. She wore a neat black dress. "What brings you slumming in these parts?"
She shrugged. She didn’t need to tell me that Harvey called her. I was hoping since we had broken up that he wouldn’t feel the need to continue that habit. Or maybe I was glad he called her.
"You heard, I’m guessing?" She asked.
"That you’re marrying him? Yesh.. I heard."
"I gave you every chance. Every time you fucked up. I forgave you. You fucked up once too much."
"Sho what are you doing here then? I been outta your life for almost a year. Why can’t you jus let me be."
"I’ll always have feelings for you, Richard."
I grabbed the bottle to pour another shot, and her hand lifted and placed on my wrist and with the pressure of a feather, she forced me to put the bottle back down.
"I’ll give you a ride home."
I nodded and tried to stand up. My feet wobbled out from under me and had to catch myself to avoid stumbling. It had been a while since I had gotten drunk.. apparently I had become a cheap drunk.
As we walked out I gave Harvey a sideways glance. I threw a couple 20’s on the bar and shook my head at him.
I only lived a few blocks from the bar. The drive was quick and quiet. I was full of regret that I had wronged Taylor. And now she was going to be gone, forever. There was always a part of me that had hoped that one day, we’d run into each other again, not like this but under different circumstances. I’d say all the right things and make it better. But words failed me.
"I am sorry, you know." I said. It was about the best I could muster.
"Oh, I know. You’re sorry that I left. Not about all the things you did that ripped me up inside." She didn’t even turn towards me as the words came out of her mouth. It was cold. Probably not even close to what I deserved from her.
I opened the car door, again not knowing what to say. I turned to look at her, and she turned back to me. Her eyes told me everything I needed to hear.
I stumbled again as I got out of the car. Reduced to this after all we’d been through. I staggered my way to the stairs and again I felt her hand on mine. Helping me up the stairs. Guiding me.
I put the key into the door of the townhouse and turned. She helped me down the hall. I stopped to take off my shoes. As I did I stumbled sideways and landed with my hands on the wall, with Taylor pinned between it and me. Again our eyes met. Only this time her’s weren’t screaming at me. My hand fell down to her hip and I pulled her to me. She wiggled to escape, saying “Let go of me.”
My mouth silenced hers. I held her into me and kissed her. She resisted. Her hands pushed at my shoulders. I pulled back, and she slapped my face, saying “Don’t ever do that again.”
I had longed for the taste of her lips again. I wasn’t about to let her leave without a fight. I wrapped my left hand around her neck and held her against the wall. I leaned in again and kissed her. I tried to pry open her lips with mine, but again she wasn’t responsive, pushing at my chest with her hands. As my mouth separated from hers again she slapped me. “Fuck you. You aren’t doing this to me.”
Her eyes had softened just a little. Her face was remorseful, almost. Her breathing was heavy. Her heart was racing. “You want this just as much as I do.” I said, and moved in to kiss her again. Again she resisted at first. But not for long. Our tongues entwined. When we separated, she said “I can’t. I have somewhere to be.” She was more out of breath as she spoke.
"Then we’ll have to be quick." I said back. My right hand slipped up her skirt and found her already soaked through her stockings. "Apparently, slapping me turns you on, Taylor." I worked my fingers over her stockings and pressed at her clit.
Her eyes fluttered momentarily and then closed. My left hand was still around her neck, holding her up against that wall. I leaned in again and this time she was eager to kiss me back. Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked and teased mine. Her entire body was quivering under my grasp. I slipped my hand over the waistband of her stockings and back down. Working her pussy and clit directly now.
"You should slap me again. Pretend you don’t like what I’m doing to you."
Her eyes opened and she tried to raise her hand. Her body was out of her control, whimpering moans into my ear. Which caused me to grin. My smirk must have infuriated her. Or maybe that I had removed my hand from her cunt. But her hand raised and quickly slapped me again, and as soon as it did I returned my hand back inside her stockings and back to her pussy. I slide into her easily, as wet as she was. My fingers penetrating and pulling up while we stood. Her moans grew louder. My hand rubbing her clit as my fingers slide in and out. Her legs started to buckle as she started to cum. Her entire body convulsing and shaking, her mouth grunting and moaning at me. I took my hands away and let her recover a moment, her breathing returning to normal. Her eyes opened and her gaze directly into my eyes. She snarled a little and said “This changes nothing.” Again my face transformed into a devilish grin. “The last year changed nothing, Taylor. You are still mine.” I snarled.
She gasped a little and bit her lip. I knew what those words did to her.
I knelt down in front of her my hand pressing on her to the wall as if to say, “Don’t move.” I tugged her skirt up and her stockings down. Taylor never was a fan of panties. My face dove in and started directly on her clit. As soon as I made contact she moaned. I continued to tug the stockings down until they were free from her legs. As they released she lifted her left leg over my back to give me better access to her pussy. I supported her leg with my shoulder and arm, and moved my other arm behind her right leg. I lifted that up as well and her body sat entirely on my arms. Her back pressed against the wall still, it was as if I had made my body into a little chair for her. Her legs wrapped over my shoulders and around my head, my arms reached up and my hands grabbed hers. My mouth was pressed against her clit. Savouring her. Pushing deeper and deeper between her lips and inside her. I wanted to get to the source of these delicious juices.
Her second orgasm came much quicker than the first. My tongue circled her clit and traced down her lips, back up and circled her clit again. She was overcome. Her legs squeezed my head so tight she almost snapped my neck. The uncontrollable reaction. One of her hands parted from mine and grabbed the back of my head. She pulled my hair away from her pussy. “Too much.. Too much..” She kept whispering. Her body kept right on quivering for a good minute, aftershocks, of her cumming. Every breath, and the occasional flick of my tongue would cause a reaction. As her legs lowered to the ground and I stepped out from under her she said, “I have to go. I’m late. And, I am not yours. There was a time, but you don’t have that effect on me any longer.”
I grabbed a hold of her wrist and growled again, “I think I still do.. But you aren’t going either way. It’s my turn.”
She protested as I pulled her in the house. I picked her up amid her protests, and then threw her down on my couch. Her hands rose to push me away and defend herself. “Fuck you, I have to go.” She yelled at me as I pulled down my pants. My cock was aching for this. I wanted to be inside her so badly I could feel it.
Her legs started to kick towards me, and I grabbed one in my hand. I pulled her open and lay down on top of her. Her hands scratched at my chest. She ripped at my shirt and pushed at my chest again. “Get the fuck offa me, Richard.”
I held my place. Above her. My hands pressing down on her shoulders, my legs between hers. “Maybe if you slap me a few more times, you’ll be in the mood.”
Her hand rose and slapped me. Maybe because of my suggestion. Maybe because she wanted to. Either way it worked. As my cock slowly sunk into her pussy she started moaning and bucking her hips. I was very deliberate in pushing into her. Just the tip at first to know her reaction. She’d want more of me in her. She would try to fuck me from beneath me. Her hips grinding into me. She slapped me again and then her hand wrapped around my neck. “If you’re gonna fuck me, do it. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I plunged my cock deep into her as she said the words. My hips sprung into action, pounding with every stroke into her and gyrating back out of her. Every stroke down caused a new grunt from her mouth. Pretty soon I was trying to pound my cock in her so hard just to hear the grunts. I was thrusting so fast, she didn’t have a chance to get one out before the next on started. Her hand fell off my throat and lay entangled in her hair. I watched her face. I was entranced by it. Her eyes squinting and releasing. Her lips opening and parting, grunting and gasping for air. Her cheeks flush, her brow starting to bead with sweat.
I could feel the tingle I was so familiar with in my balls. My cock started to twitch itself, within her contracting pussy. My own grunts matched with hers. I erupted deep within her. Filling her with my cum. Immediately it shook her back to reality. Her eyes opened and she just looked at me. “Fuck you’re an asshole. Did you really just cum in me?”
I slumped down, spent, on top of her. My eyes closed. I was holding her pinned under me. “Get the fuck up. Get offa me. You fucking asshole.” She was pushing to get out from under me. I wasn’t budging. She used her legs for leverage and managed to push me to the floor.
"What’s wrong, I always came in you. I know you like it that way."
"I’m not yours anymore. Don’t you get that?" She yelled as she started to walk down the hall. Towards the door.
I jumped up and took a couple steps behind her. I grabbed her around the waist and spun her around. Her face mere inches from mine.
"You get this. You will ALWAYS be mine. ALWAYS." My teeth clenched as the words came out. My face shook as angry as I was at that very second. I could feel myself turning red.
Her face turned white. She pushed me away again ran past her stockings. She grabbed her shoes, not even stopping to put them on as she walked out the door.
I caught my breath standing in the hall. Bent at the waist.
The door opened again. There Taylor stood. Shoes in hand. “I remembered I left the car running, earlier.” She said. “But if I’m still yours, you better take me upstairs and prove it.”