I was quietly sitting on a bar at that time. The 'tender just took my 3rd bottle of beer only to return with my ordered 3 shots of tequila. I lined them up in front me, like those front liner pawns in a chessboard. Suddenly, I heard a faint cough like someone is trying to grab my attention. If I didn't know it's just my 3rd bottle, I would think its the tequila shots grunting or something. It is only when this guy took the seat next to mine that I realised whom it came from.
HIM: Hey! What's your name missy?
ME: My name is Miss-Mind-Your-Own-Fuckin'-Business.
HIM: Haha! You always do that.
Damn! That super sexy laugh of his, how could I forget? Of course I knew the guy, or I thought I do. He's been gone for a long time and I must admit I kinda missed him a bit. But of course am lying. I missed him a lot!
Anyway, I continue pretending not to mind him at all, instead I took the first tequila shot, then continue staring at the remaining two.
HIM: Sorry I've been gone for too long. I miss you though.
ME: Fuck you!
HIM: Damn! That mouth of yours always brings me a hard-on.
I felt my wall of defense started to crack here. I let out a small laugh.
ME: What? Literally or figuratively?
HIM: Here, why don't you find out for yourself?
And he grabbed my hand directing it to his crotch.
ME: Put down my hand or I'll fuckin' shove it down your throat.
After he let go of my hand that I took the 2nd tequila shot
HIM: You're already drunk. Why don't we go somewhere else and catch some air?
ME: I would be able to catch some air when you leave. So, thank you very much.
HIM: (As if he didn't hear me at all, he continued) Or we could go to my place! My dorm mates are gone for the weekend. I know you're not really a heavy drinker so you can go lie down there.
I stared at him. He met my gaze with that wide boyish grin on his face. Jeez, I wonder where am I getting the power to resist this guy. Those sharp eyes which felt like I could stare at in like forever...hell, there's no other word to best describe them - astig!
ME: What do you want?
HIM? What's that question suppose to mean?
ME: I'll re-phrase it. You want to fuck me, don't you?
ME: I said, you want to fuck me!
HIM: I don't know what you're talking about.
ME: Say it! Goddamn it!
HIM: Alright, I do wanna fuck you! Happy?
I drank the 3rd tequila shot, left some money for the drinks then got up.
HIM: Hey! Where are you going? Alright, am sorry I said that. But you forced me!
Traces of worries are now etched on his face. I thought, gosh, what a total jerk.
ME: You said you wanna fuck me right?
ME: So what are we waiting for? Unless you want to do it right in here...
HIM: You serious?
I thought again, oh my god, am gonna be fucked by a moron. I didn't speak anymore, instead I just smiled at him. That kind of smile which could be interpreted as "it's alright baby, take me home with you." It's only then that he again broke into his familiar grin, although this time I saw in his eyes a glint of hunger, one would associate to that of a predator watching his prey. Before I could think of anything more, I turned my back on him. He stood up, then followed me all the way down to the exit.
We hailed a cab but once inside, his hands begun to wander around. I protested.
ME: Get. Your. Damn hands. Off. Me.
I felt his warm wet lips on my ears as he whisper:
HIM: I'm having a real hard time down there, if you must know.
This time, he didn't have to direct my hands anymore. They already know where to go.
To be continued...
"Sex is one of the nine reasons for incarnation. The other eight are unimportant."