her smile.
“I guess I’m not.”
“Your lips are beautiful. I love the way your tongue moistens them after a sentence.”
Oh shit. “Oh really?”
“Really.”
My eyes focused on the front door again. I tossed my bangs to the side, noticing a few beads of sweat along my forehead.
She spoke to the approaching bartender, shoving her money closer to him. “She’ll have what I’m having.”
I shook my head to both of them. “I don’t know. I’m driving and that looks pretty strong. I was just gonna have one glass of white wine and get back home.”
“Oh, lighten up. Just try one. Plus, you’ve got a friend coming who can be the designated if need be.”
I nodded as I spoke. “Oh she’s definitely not thedesignated type. But, I guess there’s no harm in having just one.”
She cracked a grin.
“But, what about you?” I asked her. “Aren’t you driving?”
She looked at an area near my waist as she spoke. “I live right next door. My name is Stardust. Push comes to shove, you can crash at my place if you’d like. If you’ve had too much to drink, that is.”
“Like I said, I’m just having one. But, my name is Georgia.”
“Nice to meet you, Georgia.”
My friend stood me up and never called. I ended up having about four Knockouts and eventually, before it was all said and done, four clit-busting orgasms courtesy of Stardust. Needless to say, the down low did come out that night.
But, from what Stardust tells me now, weeks later Rydell came in all by his lonesome and met her while sitting at the same bar. He mentioned me by name and cried on her shoulder about his daughters. Small world. Seems she was a regular. Next thing, he was at her place, too. Turns out she only gives head to the dudes. She only had dick up inside of her once before and that was a guy she tried out in high school on a prom date her parents set up. She did it just to see if the feelings she was catching for the girls were bogus or not. Turns out they weren’t.
After that, she had a woman for a few years who broke her heart by going back to dick-land on her. I can’t say that I blame her. Now, I guess she just assumes that once a bisexual woman she’s interestedin has bonded to a penis, they’ll eventually go back to men anyway, so she doesn’t even trip. She knows me. I already told her.
Yes, Stardust was good, even without letting the guys inside. Shit, head-wise she was maybe even better than me. No wonder Rydell never tried to come back to me. There’s so much damn temptation for the men in this world. Hell, there’s a whole lot of women out there willing to give it up after just one drink. I guess I should know.
I work as a freelance writer. Sometimes stations call me in and sometimes they don’t, but to fill in money-wise, I had to get creative. So I came up with a name on the Internet called Cook4U, which gets ‘em every time. Folks love to eat. Only I log into the ladies-looking-for-ladies chat rooms. I’d never let my nosey baby’s daddy know, even though he was on to me, or even let my best friend know, or my mother, or Makkai for that matter. He’s discussed how he hates women who act straight and then sneak to be with other women. He’d rather they come on out of the closet and be one hundred percent gay. Well, call me on the down low if you want, but no matter how much I try to fight it, I need the touch of a woman every now and then. It’s simply recreational, no big deal. However, I definitely don’t want a relationship with one.
But, right now, being with women is a way to pay my bills. That’s because my old boss, Tucker Hill, who was my news director when I worked in Orange County, pays me to hook him up. And it’s easy, because these girls think they’re getting me, when they’re really getting him, too. But, by thenthey’re stripped down and raring to get their freak on with me. And even if they don’t let Tucker “in,” it’s fine with me. I still get paid.
But, of
“I guess I’m not.”
“Your lips are beautiful. I love the way your tongue moistens them after a sentence.”
Oh shit. “Oh really?”
“Really.”
My eyes focused on the front door again. I tossed my bangs to the side, noticing a few beads of sweat along my forehead.
She spoke to the approaching bartender, shoving her money closer to him. “She’ll have what I’m having.”
I shook my head to both of them. “I don’t know. I’m driving and that looks pretty strong. I was just gonna have one glass of white wine and get back home.”
“Oh, lighten up. Just try one. Plus, you’ve got a friend coming who can be the designated if need be.”
I nodded as I spoke. “Oh she’s definitely not thedesignated type. But, I guess there’s no harm in having just one.”
She cracked a grin.
“But, what about you?” I asked her. “Aren’t you driving?”
She looked at an area near my waist as she spoke. “I live right next door. My name is Stardust. Push comes to shove, you can crash at my place if you’d like. If you’ve had too much to drink, that is.”
“Like I said, I’m just having one. But, my name is Georgia.”
“Nice to meet you, Georgia.”
My friend stood me up and never called. I ended up having about four Knockouts and eventually, before it was all said and done, four clit-busting orgasms courtesy of Stardust. Needless to say, the down low did come out that night.
But, from what Stardust tells me now, weeks later Rydell came in all by his lonesome and met her while sitting at the same bar. He mentioned me by name and cried on her shoulder about his daughters. Small world. Seems she was a regular. Next thing, he was at her place, too. Turns out she only gives head to the dudes. She only had dick up inside of her once before and that was a guy she tried out in high school on a prom date her parents set up. She did it just to see if the feelings she was catching for the girls were bogus or not. Turns out they weren’t.
After that, she had a woman for a few years who broke her heart by going back to dick-land on her. I can’t say that I blame her. Now, I guess she just assumes that once a bisexual woman she’s interestedin has bonded to a penis, they’ll eventually go back to men anyway, so she doesn’t even trip. She knows me. I already told her.
Yes, Stardust was good, even without letting the guys inside. Shit, head-wise she was maybe even better than me. No wonder Rydell never tried to come back to me. There’s so much damn temptation for the men in this world. Hell, there’s a whole lot of women out there willing to give it up after just one drink. I guess I should know.
I work as a freelance writer. Sometimes stations call me in and sometimes they don’t, but to fill in money-wise, I had to get creative. So I came up with a name on the Internet called Cook4U, which gets ‘em every time. Folks love to eat. Only I log into the ladies-looking-for-ladies chat rooms. I’d never let my nosey baby’s daddy know, even though he was on to me, or even let my best friend know, or my mother, or Makkai for that matter. He’s discussed how he hates women who act straight and then sneak to be with other women. He’d rather they come on out of the closet and be one hundred percent gay. Well, call me on the down low if you want, but no matter how much I try to fight it, I need the touch of a woman every now and then. It’s simply recreational, no big deal. However, I definitely don’t want a relationship with one.
But, right now, being with women is a way to pay my bills. That’s because my old boss, Tucker Hill, who was my news director when I worked in Orange County, pays me to hook him up. And it’s easy, because these girls think they’re getting me, when they’re really getting him, too. But, by thenthey’re stripped down and raring to get their freak on with me. And even if they don’t let Tucker “in,” it’s fine with me. I still get paid.
But, of
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