Page 7 of Just A Kiss

“Oh,” she says, and I can tell that I’ve shocked her. “I’ve always figured I was the only one to remember that moment.”

“Sweetheart, please. That was one of the best nights of my life,” I tell her, stepping into her space. “And given a chance, I’d do it--and hopefully a lot more--all over again. Preferably multiple times.” I smirk, hopefully getting my point across.

I don’t miss the way her cheeks flush red as her blush creeps up her neck. Seeing her skin change color has my mind running with thoughts of what it looks like when she’s about to come. My cock swells in my jeans, pressing hard against my zipper as it looks to bust out.

“Hmmm, I’ll have to remember that,” she finally says, and I can practically hear her thinking.

Our conversation is interrupted when Lindsay asks Allison a question. I could almost throttle her for butting in at this moment, but I just go with the flow. The ladies end up back out on the dance floor, and I’m left here to nurse my beer and my deflating cock for the rest of the night.

4

ALLISON

Two months later

I can’t believesummer is over and fall is starting to make its appearance. Don’t get me wrong; I’ll gladly take the slightly cooler days. Give me a chunky sweater and boots weather, and I’m all over it.

“Are you ready yet?” I call out to Lindsay as she applies her mascara. I enter her bathroom and sit on the closed toilet while waiting for her to finish up.

“Yep,” she says as she cleans up her makeup.

“It’s just Joe’s; you don’t have to look perfect,” I remind her, referring to the local bar we’re headed out to tonight. We’re meeting a few other friends there for a drink or two. It’s ladies' night, and it has been one hell of a week at work again.

“All right, let's go,” Lindsay says beforegrabbing her debit card and driver's license from her wallet and sliding them into a tiny little wristlet, along with some cash and some Chapstick.

“I can’t wait to get out on the dance floor and shake our asses off tonight,” I say on the way to the bar; the drive isn’t far from Lindsay’s little house.

“I know. I need to release some steam, and a drink or two, and some time on the dance floor sounds like the perfect way to unwind,” Lindsay agrees with me.

“And not having to work tomorrow is the perfect excuse to let loose tonight,” I add as Lindsay pulls into the parking lot. Ladies’ night is sometimes more popular of a night than Friday and Saturday nights can be, and by the looks of how full the parking lot is already, tonight is going to be that way. “The one thing better that I can think of to let off some steam would be some good dick, but I don’t think that’s on either of our horizons tonight.”

“God, what I wouldn’t do with some good dick,” Lindsay agrees.

“I mean, I’m sure you could easily find a man or two that’d gladly take you home for a fun night between the sheets,” I tell her, bouncing my eyebrows up and down as she laughs.

“Not that desperate,” she says. “Yet,” she adds for good measure.

“Girl, you need to live a little. A good one-night stand might do you good. There’s just something about some no-strings-attached sex that will set you up for a few weeks.”

“Yeah, I’m still just fine for now. I’ve got a few other BOBs to keep me company on lonely nights,” she says.

“Girl, tell me about it. Sometimes you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.”

We make it inside the bar, looking around for the group of friends we’re supposed to meet here tonight. I see a few of them already at a table. Since we live in a small town, it isn’t like I don’t know just about everyone here, and just like high school, everyone is grouped off. Lindsay and I stop off at the bar; Joe’s working tonight.

“What can I get you ladies tonight?” he asks, wiping the bar top in front of us off before placing down two cocktail napkins.

“I’ll take whatever light beer you’ve got on tap,” I tell him.

“I’ll have a raspberry mojito, please,” Lindsay states.

“Coming right up,” he says, reaching for a glass to put under the beer tap to fill my beer up first. “You ladies want a tab tonight?” he asks, setting my glass down in front of me.

“Yep,” I say. “And we’ll be over there.” I point at the table that already has six or so people around it. From this angle, it’s hard to tell if they’re all at one table or if some of them are part of the next table and just chatting with our group.

We reach the table and find our friends, Becky, her husband Todd, Rob, David, and his girlfriend, Trisha. At the table next to them are some other guys, Tucker and Lee, along with a couple of other guys I recognize as firefighters that work with Tucker and Lee. Working in the ER, we see the paramedics and firefighters regularly.

“You made it!” Becky calls out, hopping off the barstool she was perched on to give Lindsay and me hugs.

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