Page 6 of Liquid Courage
Chapter 3
Women always talked about their fantasies whenever they had a little too much to drink and decided they were in the kind of company that would appreciate some “girl talk.” Vivian knew those situations well. She often listened to her friends and good coworkers go on about the things they thought about late at night.No, not taxes!Men! Women! The way they fucked!
But Vivian didn’t usually relate to those stories. Her biggest fantasies involved some heavy petting and going straight to the main, missionary action. That was the bulk of her sexual experiences, and she was fine with that.
Shit like being seduced by a stranger, going home with them, and dancing in the dark had always sounded more like a horror story than hot.
So, of course, Kat would kiss Vivian and instantly arouse her. Like this had been a fantasy she secretly harbored foryears.Apparently, she hid it so well that even she didn’t know about it!
Kat was neither rough nor gentle. She was a member of the wonderful balance, her lips testing Vivian’s as they embraced and promptly slammed against the wall next to the front door. Fast. Everything happened so fast, as if the world were on high-speed and Vivian struggled to catch up with the new pace. From free advice at the bar to being kissed and felt up in a stranger’s home… how could Vivian not revel in it? So did Kat. She lifted her lover’s skirt and planted a hungry kiss on Vivian’s throat.
She whimpered. Kat made short work of every inch of bare skin, from nipping Vivian’s earlobes to plunging her tongue deep into cleavage.I don’t even have that much cleavage! How is she finding it?How could Vivian stand to have this stranger from the bar have such a wicked way with her?It’s how I am, though.Perhaps it was for the best. Vivian loved it when another woman took charge in the bedroom – or in the hallway, in this case. She liked having her body fondled in flattery and desire, and she liked hearing another woman groan and pant in inspired arousal. Visions of what they could do together warmed Vivian’s already addled brain even before her dress unzipped, her straps falling down her arms and her breasts exposing themselves to a horny bartender making short work of the body in front of her.
“Hot damn, you’re fucking gorgeous.” Kat hiked up Vivian’s skirt and rubbed her slit through the pair of silk underwear someone had worn for a woman named Shari.Who?Vivian shoved herself back against the wall again, as if it could save her. “And hot damn, you are wet.” While Vivian didn’t have those traditional fantasies before, she definitely understood Kat’s great need to succumb to basic animal instincts. When presented with wet pussy, some women only had one thing taking over their sex-infused minds.
Vivian shivered in anxious anticipation as Kat slowly sank to her knees.Oh my God… already? Here? In her hallway?
Those big brown eyes caught the few flecks of light in the darkened hallway. Vivian shuddered, her dress half off and her legs struggling to spread for a total stranger.I’ve never done this before. I’ve never picked up a stranger at a bar and gone home with her. I’ve never…It was different from arranging a date beforehand and hoping for the best the first night. Vivian had a few one-night stands before, but this was different. This was… like giving a big, fat middle finger to everything that was supposedly proper in the dating world!
Perhaps too big of a finger. Because Vivian shook for more reasons than mere sexual anticipation. Anxiety had crippled her before. Shari’s damning words still echoed in her head, and not in a good way. No amount of calling her beautiful or gorgeous that night was going to undo the damage someone like Shari had already done. How could it? Vivian was still too fragile from her illness and the self-esteem it sapped out of her to properly appreciate a hot woman getting down on her knees to godownon someone like Vivian!
“Wait,” Vivian said, covering her breasts with her arms. “I saidwait!”
That one finally got through Kat’s skull. The bartender sat back on her legs with such ferocity that she almost completely knocked herself over in the hallway.
“Sorry…” Vivian bit her lip. Now that the arousal quickly dissipated, she could only think about covering herself up and closing her legs before she further embarrassed herself. Wasn’t it amazing how quickly a woman could feel shame and regret?
Kat blinked away the fog from her eyes. “What is it? Did I do something?”
“No.” Vivian pulled her straps back up to her shoulders and yanked down her skirt. “I’m so sorry. I don’t think I can do this.”
Kat briefly looked away. “Wow.”
“I’m sorry!” Shoes awkwardly clomped toward the door. Vivian still didn’t have her balance, and it was going to kill her before she could get out.There’s a headline for tomorrow: shy lesbian dies after dumping her booty-date.She was thin enough that her brittle bones would probably crack the moment she made impact. Another three weeks in the hospital for her!
Oh, God. There it was: the enraged anxiety that told her she wasn’t good enough for something like this. She was an imposter. The moment Kat got these clothes off, the moment she stuck her face between barely-there thighs, the moment she tasted what a sickly woman offered…
The gig would be up!
“It’s not you.” Damnit. Vivian was doing it. She was saying the dumbest thing she could think of. “It’s me. I’m not ready for this.”
Kat got up. “Sorry if I pushed you, I guess.”
“No!” Vivian found the door handle. “You didn’t do anything. I just wasn’t… you’re…”
“Maybe I should take you out for dinner first.”
Vivian stopped herself. “Come again?”
“It was a joke. Because of how fast we went.”
“Yeah, oh,yeah!” Nervous laughter filled the air. “Well, uh, maybe I’ll see you around Kat. Please don’t take this the wrong way. You’re great.” Cold air touched Vivian’s sweaty skin as she slid out the door and gave a half-assed wave to her put-out hostess. “I’ve gotta go.”
She shut the door before Kat could give her another exasperated look.Good job, loser.Vivian hustled through the cold alleyway and back toward the bus stop. Stupid her, indeed. Because it was another forty-five minutes before the next bus came, and she was way better off getting a rideshare to take her home.
By the time she finally reached the apartment she shared with her sister, Vivian was on the verge of frustrated tears.
“Hey!” Phyllis leaped up from the couch, laptop landing on the nearest chair. “How did it go? I couldn’t believe you forgot a sweater. It’s so cold outside!”
