Page 6 of Night Fever
I glance at myself in the mirror again and pull a few tendrils of hair out of my bun to try to give myself a more casual look. I mean, I look like crap, but lately my physical appearance has fallen by the wayside abit.
Honestly, pretty much all of my lifehas.
“Well, I will see you later, and I need to know who it was. Oh, oh, was it the guy you shared the cab home with lastweek?”
“I’ll tell you everything later,” I say, “now I have to let you go. My dad has a surprise for metoday.”
“Surprise?” Olivia asks, “but you hate surprises. Let me kidnap you instead. We can go to Paintbox and they’ll feed uschampagne.”
“He’s really looking forward to seeing me today,” I sigh, “I’ll see you later. But I have to go. I’m runninglate.”
“Bad, bad girl,” Olivia says before we say goodbye and hangup.
I leave my apartment and the air on my stoop immediately causes my neck to start sweating. I’m glad I put my hair up in that bun, even though it probably looks even greasier to anyone who looks at me than I think it looks to myself. After all, I’m used to looking at myself in the mirror everyday.
It’s just a good thing I showered lastnight.
I pull out my phone and check the address on the picture of the postcard I’d taken so I wouldn’t have to bring it with me and risk losing it. Punching the address into my travel app, I see that it’s within walking distance, but the name of the business doesn’t come up. Dad told me to leave about twenty minutes of travel time, but I wasn’t sure if that would be on foot or by cab. I thought he might ask if I wanted him to pick me up, but I also know that he and my mom both do want to give me some sense of independence despite their occasional pop-ins.
According to the app, there’s enough time for me to walk there, but it is too hot. A green cab rolls slowly down my street, and I walk quickly down the steps of my apartment building, shoot two fingers into the air, and hopin.
I might not like surprises, but it’s a new day and a newme.
Henricks
I grabtwo towels from the cabinet behind the front desk. No one was in yet because we’re not open yet, but one of the perks of owning a place like this is having the freedom to haveprivacy.
After deciding to make my way here last night, my feet had different plans for me and they kept walking. I had to find her. I had to find the girl from the bar, the girl who’s eyes had met mine and who made my body feel things it never had. Pure want and lust andexcitement.
Her lips kept entering my mind as I walked and walked, the feeling of having myself buried deep inside her burned into my memory like a branding iron had taken that moment and made it part of me. She was incredible and beautiful and confusing, and I don’t know why sheleft.
I guess I do know why she left. She wanted to have a quick fuck in the bathroom, dirty and raw and pure, and she didn’t want to have anything inconvenient like feelings or names getting in the way of what shewanted.
I roll up one of the towels and swing it over my shoulder, tucking the other one under my arm and making my way back to the men’s locker rooms. I pass the rows of lockers and continue back into the shower area, tossing the towels over one of the etched glass doors and steppinginside.
This shower’s my favorite. I hit the buttons on the white tile wall to activate the shower stream from above, knowing exactly how many times to punch in the hot and cold buttons to make it my preferredtemperature.
The water beats down on my body like cold shards of glass slicing into me. It is that damn cold. I want to blot out the night I just crawled home from. All night, I couldn’t get her off my mind. And part of me doesn’t wantto.
What was her name? That’s probably the biggest shame of the night, the fact that I didn’t get her name. With the water coming down on me, my cock gets hard as I bring to mind the image of bending her over that sink and spreading her ass apart with one hand, roughly clasping my other hand over her precious, innocent lips. I grasp my cock with one hand and put the other one on the wall of the shower and imagine the tip of my cock spreading her juices around at the opening of her sweet pussy, then slicing forward and making those lips open up forme.
I touch myself strenuously and slowly, trying to make the full journey from the base of my cock to the tip feel longer than ever. I want to revel in the girl from the bar. I want to taste her again, and without knowing her name, I can’t even bring forth her image properly. I can’t feel her memory properly, because to do that, I need her name on mylips.
But the thing I want most is to see those eyes again. If I can’t know her name, I’ll think of her as the girl who stole the ocean, because those perfect, swimming eyes were like far-awaystorms.
And the whimpers. The whimpers, as if she’d never been fucked like that before, raw and hidden and dirty and dark. Almost no words exchanged. She loved it, she got off on it, but I don’t want her to be home rubbing her clit and thinking about me. I want her here with me, I want another chance to feel her and taste her and claimher.
I feel my heavy, aching balls become hot in the cold, cold shower, the air around me crisp as snow. No steam fogging up the shower and making the tiles slick with condensation. I think about her face turning to look at me as she pushes her full, round ass against my cock and desperately tries to keep me buried deep inside her even as I thrust in and out faster andfaster.
I feel the inevitable coming straight at me like a train veering off its tracks, and I pump at my cock wildly and grunted as I cum, hard and furiously, hot beads of sweat dripping off my face and mixing with the cold shower water as I empty myself out, wishing I knew her damn name. My belly contracts and stiffens, my ass clenches up and I jerk myself a few final times, expelling every last drop, needing it to beher.
I close my eyes and the beating of my heart inside my chest is almost frightening. I’ve never gotten myself off that fast before, and I’ve never felt my insides more needy for someone than forher.
I exhale a big, refreshing breath, and clean myself up as best I can, though I feel as if my legs don’t work properly. Scrubbing myself clean, I feel nearly sick to my fucking stomach that I’m washing her off ofme.
Resolving to go back to that bar every night until I run into her again, I turn the water off and shake my head, lamenting the fact that I’ll probably never see her again. Maybe she isn’t from around here, or maybe she’s not a big bar-goer, but I know the look on her face said she didn’t belong at that shitty hole in the wall bar, and sick, bittersweet regret churns in my belly at the fact I’d let her walk away from me when Ihad.
I’ll have to just chalk it up to one of those crazy moments that happens so very rarely in one’s life, something you go back and reflect on for years, not knowing if it really happened or if it was a feverdream.
