WHAT SHE FORGOT - ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on September 14, 2008 – 12:36 pm -A little erotica to help you sleep more soundly…
“Hey, girl, sit at the bar and I’ll be right over,” she says as she carries a tray of drinks to a booth in the back. You watch her hips switch back and forth as she walks away and am once again overwhelmed by her casual beauty.
At the bar, you pull up a stool and wonder if you overdressed. Maybe you should have worn jeans; it seems a little silly to be hanging with a girl in her workplace in a tight black dress and platform heels. But you wouldn’t feel pretty in jeans and, to be honest, it’s already a fight to feel secure next to her perfect dancer’s body. Plus, you haven’t seen her since that night you first kissed and then went home together.
You worried hooking up with a girl had flipped her out, but just when you were going to ask her, she called and invited you here. To be in her company again thrilled you, so you ignored the quiet voice in your head that said, “If she liked you, she’d have seen you right away. She wouldn’t wait a month to call if she was as into it as you are. Inviting you to see her at work is a way to create distance…”
You shake your head and order a vodka and soda and wait for her return.
The bartender asks how you know Sabine. You say, through mutual friends in New York. “I love New York,” he says, and you nod with a smile, hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions. Luckily, he likes talking more than listening, and fills up the time describing his favorite New York restaurants.
When Sabine finally finishes with her table and joins you, the first thing you say is, “I was just telling him about how we met in New York.”
For a second she lifts an eyebrow and then smiles. “Those were great times,” which almost sounds true. It would be too awkward to say we met in a gay bar. The friendship would certainly be suspect, then.
She sits on the stool next to you and says, “How have you been?”
Aware of the bartender, you say, “Great. How about you?”
“Well, I met a boy…”
Your heart stops but you try to appear happy for her. “That’s great. Where?”
“I went to a club with some friends and this guy asked me to dance, and he is a fierce dancer. We danced all night and the crowd stopped just to watch us.” She smiles and says, “And the sex… Oh my God! He is unreal. Sometimes, he’s almost too much for me.”
Hearing about her fucking some dancer makes your jaw tighten. Doesn’t she know who she’s talking to? Doesn’t she have some inclination that you may not want to hear about her current guy? “When did you meet him,” you ask, trying to sound casual.
“I don’t know… A month or so ago?” Right around the time the two of you hooked up.
Feeling bitter, you want to ask if it was before or after the night she soaked your bed with her juices, but you don’t. Instead, you ask, “So is he your boyfriend?”
She laughs. “Oh, goodness, no! He’s just my summer distraction.” Looking up, she sees a new table and says she’ll be back in a sec.
You order a second drink and your stomach aches. Did she forget how intense the sex had been between you? Because you remember, and one night dancing with some guy wouldn’t make you forget.
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Closing your eyes, you go back in time and see see her approach you at the bar in West Hollywood. You couldn’t believe a hot girl was coming onto you in your favorite gay bar. Surrounded by men, she discovered you and bought you a drink.
“Come here often,” she said jokingly.
“No. But now that I know gorgeous girls come here every once in awhile, I might just come out more often.”
“Cute shoes,” she squealed, and the two of you spent the next ten minutes complementing one another. “Oh, look, a booth is opening up. Let’s sit.” She grabbed your hand and led you through the dancing male bodies until you reached a darkly lit booth.
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Sabine comes back to the bar and places an order for her newest customers. Leaning into your ear, she whispers, “He just texted me to say he might be stopping by. You’ll get to meet him!”
You are beginning to wonder if her sharp features and sparkling emerald eyes have distracted you from the fact that she is totally insane. “When is he coming?” This time your voice is hard and you don’t try to hide it.
“Right now. He says you’re welcome to go out dancing with us when I get off.”
“That’s generous of him,” you say sarcastically.
She looks at you with concern. “He’s a really nice guy. You’re going to love him.”
“I didn’t come her tonight to meet your boyfriend,” you say, hoping the bartender doens’t overhear.
“What,” she asks.
“Never mind,” you say.
The bartender brings her table’s drinks and she places them on a tray and is off again.
*********
In the back corner of the gay bar, she picked up your hand and exclaimed, “Oh, your hands are so pretty and tiny!” Her fingers traced yours, turned your rings to face out properly, and then finally lifted your hand to her lips. Slowly, she kissed the back of your hand, then turned it over and placed a long kiss on the palm. You felt her touch all the way down to your toes.
With your other hand, you touched her lips and then leaned in and kissed her. Tasting like candy and fresh water, you breathe her in and let your tongue dance with hers.
“I think we should get out of here,” she said.
“Want to have a drink at my place,” you asked, amazed that this sensuous creature appeared out of nowhere to love you. She picks up her bag and the two of you walk out to the parking lot hand-in-hand.
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“I think I should go,” you say when she returns.
“Why? Don’t go! You just got here.”
She doesn’t seem to understand why you don’t want to meet this guy. Was she drunk the night you hooked up? On drugs? It would be impossible to know. After all, you were strangers when you met. You really know nothing about her.
Finishing the second drink quickly, you feel the alcohol burning through you. Since you are petite and didn’t eat dinner, the alcohol is unusually strong. “You know why I don’t want to meet him,” you say with a force that surprises you.
Her smile leaves her lips for a moment and you see her debating with herself. She sits next to you once more and grabs one of your hands. “I don’t think there has to be any drama.”
You don’t know what that means and tell her so.
“I want to be your friend,” she says.
“I want to be your friend, too,” and you do.
“So I want you to meet the people in my life.”
“Why,” you ask, finally drunk enough to have no filter.
“Because you’re amazing,” she says lamely. But you have figured out the truth between the words she is saying. Instead of facing the intensity of your love, she wants to bury the memory of that night. She needs you to meet her boy “distraction” in order to reconfirm her heterosexuality. If you are friends, she doesn’t have to question why that night happened or what it means.
*******
She was the one who asked you to get the strap-on out. She demanded you fuck her until she came and you did. She put it on and fucked you directly after. She was the aggressor. She knew exactly what she wanted and made it happen. She chose to sit on your face until your tongue, lips, chin and nose hit all of her secret spots and made her gush sweetness all over your face, neck and chest. She was the one who held you so close while you slept that you couldn’t excise yourself to go to the bathroom. And, she was the one who woke you with the light flicker of her tongue on your inner thigh.
When she left, you believed she was a lesbian.
When she left, she pushed the delete button and hid behind a straight identity.
When she left, you thought she’d come back.
*******
You stand up and leave a twenty on the bar for the drinks. “I’ll meet him next time.”
“If he’s still around,” she says with a laugh.
You look directly into her eyes and smile goodbye, then walk out the doors into the night.
XOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER EROTICA BY BLISS WARRIOR:
SPIN THE BOTTLE PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
FOLLOW MY RULES PART ONE AND PART TWO
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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