Just One Drink
Thomas had led a very blessed life. He went to all of the best schools in his city growing up all the way through high school. He got accepted to every college that he applied to and was allowed the chance to decide between a few equally fantastic choices, something he didn’t take for granted. He never even worried about tuition or scholarships because his parents had saved enough money for him to go through school debt free.
Once he had graduated he didn’t have to wait long before getting a job, utilizing the connections that his parents had fostered for him through the years. By calling on old favors and relying on the kindness of people who had known him since he was a child, he never wanted for anything. He easily got promoted through the ranks of the company he worked for and at 28 years old he was incredibly financially sound. Something most of his friends couldn’t understand.
And yet, he was still depressed. Thomas sat in his studio apartment in just his underwear, a warm bottle of beer sat between his legs as re-runs of the “Golden Girls” blared on the TV. His eyes were closed, slowly reaching down every few moments to take a sip from his drink. He would cringe each time and look towards the fridge, contemplating the walk to get a new, colder drink, but always decided against it.
His phone sat on the table in front of him, the vibration caused it to shake across the surface of the coffee table. He stared at it, but did nothing to get it to stop. He could see the name on the screen and he had no desire to talk to his parents at a time like this. He was grieving after all.
After his most recent promotion, his girlfriend of five years had called it quits. He begged and pleaded and found out that she had no interest in trying to make it work. No amount of money or success he made would make her happy she had told him. She had said the love was lost, the chemistry gone, the relationship had gone cold.
Two days later he found out she had been sleeping with his boss, the head of the company he worked for. So clearly, there was an amount of money and success that she enjoyed. It just happened to be that it was the amount of money that was always going to be one step above what he currently had.
His boss had told him that he never intended for it to happen and that if he wanted to quit he would understand and give him a fantastic letter of recommendation. However, Thomas had never needed to apply for another job before and honestly did not know how to handle the whole process. So he stayed in his job, constantly being reminded of his girlfriend’s infidelity.
The phone stopped vibrating and was replaced by a single chime. Thomas chugged the dredges of the beer and shook his head violently to get rid of the taste. He reached down and picked up the phone. He swiped to unlock it and looked at the long list of unread messages. Many were from work colleagues offering their fake, stale condolences, but at the top of the list was a name he hadn’t seen in a few months.
“Bro, its Sean. I heard what happened. Let’s get drunk. I’m down at the old bar with some of my army vet brothers. Get down here.” Thomas stared at the message for a few seconds and began to type a response.
“All my beer is warm. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
****
It had been months since Thomas had seen, or even spoken to, Sean. There had been no great fallout and their relationship hadn’t fallen apart, but Thomas was a specific type of lover. When he fell in love, he fell in hard. To the point that he would let other relationships and friendships fall apart to keep his current lady happy.
When he had first gotten to college he had abandoned his high school friends in a misguided attempt to “start fresh” in college which resulted in him getting involved too quickly with a girl. After years of fighting to recreate a core group of friends, he found Sean.
Sean was an interesting character. He was someone that Thomas had normally avoided in his life. He was a bit of a train wreck with a violent temper and tended to be crass, but he told Thomas the truth. Sometimes he even seemed to enjoy telling him the bad news. It was because of this though that Thomas had kept him around. However, after getting wrapped up in his last romantic whirlpool, he had not kept up the best repertoire with Sean.
So that was why Thomas sat on his couch, staring at his response. He considered quickly responding back that something had come up, but he was interrupted by a call from his father. The picture of his father’s gruff, old money face stared at him as the phone vibrated in his hand. Thomas could see his reflection slightly in the phone with his unshaven face and disheveled hair. He tapped accept and closed his eyes, holding the phone a few inches away from his ear, expecting his father to open up by yelling.
“Thomas? Your mother and I are worried.” Thomas opened his eyes slowly and put the phone to his ear.
“What?” Thomas didn’t know what else to say, this had not been what he was expecting at all.
“We heard what happened and we’re disgusted. Peter has basically been a father to you his whole life. And Sarah, well,” his father paused for a second to choose his words carefully. “She’s always been a bitch.” Thomas could hear his mother in the background gasp.
“Dad, I appreciate that, but you don’t need to worry. I’m fine, really.”
“Are you sure? You’re not just sitting in your apartment drinking and watching old sitcoms are you?” Thomas didn’t respond right away, but instead looked around his room, shocked by how he hit the nail on the head. “I’m your father, Thomas. I know you. I want you to-” Thomas interjected.
“I’m not though, I’m actually getting ready to go out with an old friend of mine. You have nothing to worry about.” His dad let out a surprised chuckle and spoke to Thomas’s mom, but Thomas could hear clearly.
“He’s going out with a friend, I told you he would bounce back.” His father turned the attention back to Thomas. “We won’t keep you any longer. We love you, son.” Thomas returned the affection and hung up the phone. He tossed it onto the couch beside himself and sighed deeply.
“Here we go, then.”
******
Thomas tore through his apartment bedroom searching for any kind of clean clothing to wear out. The only thing that he had in his closet that was clean were his dress shirts and suit. He was fine living in squalor at home, but he wouldn’t give his asshole boss any reason to be able to go home and give Sarah any kind of satisfaction that he was obviously missing her. They had always been competitive, this was just another area of competition.
He looked through all the t-shirts and polos on his floor, attempting to find anything appropriate to wear to a bar that would be full of military vets and the walking tornado of “fun” that was Sean. After finding stains on nearly every shirt he looked at, and a few holes in others that he didn’t know how they got there, he settled on a black dress shirt, work slacks, and a thin tie. But he would roll the sleeves up to really exemplify the “relaxed” look that he was going for.
Tom then strolled through his living room and kitchen searching for his other essentials that he would need to go out. He flipped cushions off his couch and picked up trash that was sitting around his apartment in an attempt to find his keys, which he eventually found still stuck in the door handle to his apartment after a few minutes. While picking up his trash trying to locate the keys though he found his wallet in an old, empty pizza box. He stared at it for a moment trying to remember why he put it there, but had no idea. “Drunk Thomas” made some strange decisions.
Finally, Thomas went back to his room and reached into the side table to grab a condom, just in case. But, after looking at the box, a box that he had bought with Sarah, he tossed it back into the table and slammed the door shut. After all, there would be no way that a girl would talk to him, let alone take him home. On the off chance there’s a girl he liked, he would bring her here.
He took one last look at his apartment as he went to leave. He looked over the cushions that were lying on the floor, the pizza boxes that littered the floor, and the stained clothes that he had tossed over his bedroom. He shrugged, decided that there were a better chance of hell freezing over than anyone seeing his apartment, and turned to leave.
****
Thomas walked into the bar and immediately saw Sean, seated with a few women in the corner of the main room. Thomas thought for a moment about waving and introducing himself to the girls that Sean was with, but a wave of nerves he hadn’t felt in years, since he was single last, washed over him. Instead, he looked around the room and made his way towards the bar and went to sit down next to a familiar face.
“Doc, how the hell are ya?” A beefy, buzz cut head turned and looked at him. Before Thomas knew it, he was greeted by a monster handshake and hug as Doc jumped from his barstool. The barstool spun for a second and the shocking display of affection caught a lot of attention from around the room.
“Tommy, my man,” the large man belted, “hope you didn’t mind me coming. Sean told me what happened and I asked to be here.” They both sat down and Doc motioned for the bartender. “Real shitty thing she pulled, brother.” He pointed towards a bottle of whiskey and took the bottle from the bartender. Doc reached over the bar and grabbed two glasses, pouring a shot into each. “To the Future,” Thomas raised his glass with Doc.
“To the future,” Thomas mimicked. They both threw the whiskey back and cringed, slamming the glasses back down onto the bar.
“Another,” shouted Doc, pouring out two more shots. Thomas laughed and tried to control the burning in his throat that was moving up towards his nose, it had been a while since he went with straight booze, he had been sticking with beer for a good, constant drunk. “So, how’s work going for you? Making lots of money I hope.” They both tossed back the next shot, slamming them down again. Thomas called for the bartender and ordered a beer for himself and Doc, hoping to slow down the flow of whiskey.
“Work is great, keeping me busy. Plus, it gets me out of bed in the morning and keeps me getting out of the house.” Thomas grabbed the beer as the bartender put it down and took a sip. He glanced at Doc who stared at him concerned, Thomas was thrown off a bit by this. He stammered out a follow-up quickly. “That’s a joke, Doc. I get out of the house for plenty of reasons.” He motioned towards Sean who is whispering into the ear of one of the women, “like for this.” Doc shook his head and looked up at the TV, which was playing an assortment of pre-season football and baseball.
“Women, man. Why do they do this to good guys like you and me?” He turned and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, pouring another shot for himself. Thomas was a bit confused by this. He hadn’t seen Doc in a while, but the last he had heard he was married and had a baby boy.
“Kim is trying to take my son.” He downed the shot and immediately started to pour another. “On my last deployment, I missed his fifth birthday and she said that was the last straw. Sent me the papers that she was leaving.” He downed the next shot. “She took the kid, my dog, my car.” He hung his head and started to shake it. Thomas didn’t know what to say or do, he had been out of the loop for so long he didn’t even know he had been deployed again, let alone was having issues of his own.
Thomas reached out to console Doc, but Sean ran over and clapped them both on their shoulders. He gave them each a quick look, but they both just smiled at him, waiting for him to do something. So, Sean reached between them and over the counter, grabbing another glass from the stack behind the bar. He grabbed the whiskey and poured out three shots, passing them around quickly. He spun their seats around and lifted his glass, motioning them to do the same.
“I have two gorgeous ladies and only one pair of hands, gentlemen. Who is going to step up to the plate and help a brother out?” Doc and Thomas looked at each other and Doc nodded. He tossed back the shot, slammed the glass on the bar, and stood up. He shook his head and grabbed Thomas by the hand, squeezing it comfortingly.
“I’ve got you, man.” He turned back towards Sean and smiled. “All I need is a name.” Doc started to make his way to the table as Sean leaned over and hugged Thomas.
“Let me seal this deal and I’ll be right over to talk, pal.”
****
The night progressed with almost nothing else happening. Thomas sat at the bar, nursing another warm beer but in a different location and with clothes on this time. Doc and Sean would drunkenly stumble over occasionally to “checkup” on him, but by this point their advice was so slurred and convoluted that it wasn’t doing much good for anyone and the thoughts that actually seemed like they were going somewhere were interrupted with long pauses and questions of “what was I saying?”
Thomas didn’t mind though and he actually enjoyed the change of scenery. It was also one of the first times in a few years that he wasn’t too disappointed watching his football team play, which felt like a victory in itself at this point in his life. It was as he was ordering his fourth beer though, that lady luck decided to give him something else to be happy about, rather than an overconfident subpar quarterback.
He heard the bell on the front door ring and watched as the bartender’s face lit up, awestruck as someone new walked in. Not one to be left out of checking out a beautiful girl, Thomas turned around in time to see a strawberry blonde dressed in a knit cardigan and tank top walk through the door.
She strode into the room with a grace and elegance that far exceeded the dive bar atmosphere that she was back dropped against. The fake sports memorabilia on the walls seemed to insult her level of class and sophistication. Thomas noticed her piercing eyes immediately which seemingly darted around the room taking everything, and everyone, in at once.
It was those eyes too that locked onto his. Without hesitation she made her way towards him, grabbed the barstool next to him and slid it towards the counter. She didn’t give him a second glance as she waved towards the bartender to get his attention. That was when Thomas heard her voice for the first time.
“Hey, can I get a beer?” It wasn’t what he had expected to hear when he heard angels for the first time, but none the less he knew that was what he had just heard. It had a bit of gravel to it, but with a higher pitch, so that it was clearly feminine. In that moment, all he wanted to do was to hear her laugh. So, “Tipsy Thomas” made his move.
“Hey, want to know what’s intense?” The girl turned and looked at him slowly, clearly confused and not interested in him. But after looking at him for a moment, her cold gaze softened. She tilted her head and responded.
“A circus.” Thomas sat back in his seat, opening up his posture a bit to engage in the conversation, and grabbed his drink just as she grabbed hers. He tipped it to her and she tipped hers in return.
“I was going to say camping.” He took a sip from his drink. “Because it’s in tents.” She nodded and smiled at him. “But you got that obviously, hence the circus thing.” His voice trailed off and he looked around the room as he took another sip from his beer. To his surprise, the girl extended her hand.
“My name is Anne and you are?” Thomas reached out and shook her hand.
“Thomas.” Anne gave him another once over and reached over and loosened his tie. She then sat back and took a moment to look at him. She quickly leaned forward and tousled his hair and sat back again, taking a swig from her drink.
“And now, you’re Tom.” She tapped her beer against his. “Let’s get to know Tom.”
****
The two of them sat and drank for another two hours, both substantially tipsy after a few more beers and a shot or two. Thomas was glad that as soon as Anne had sat down Doc and Sean had left them alone, allowing them to live in a little bubble where the only thing that mattered was the other person.
After they finished off their drinks, Anne stood up and announced that she needed to use the restroom. Thomas said that he too needed to use the restroom and they decided to travel, arm-in-arm together, to the restrooms.
As they reached the back of the bar, Thomas opened the door for Anne and she entered with a little curtsey. He responded with a bow. He closed the door with a chuckle and waited for her to finish. After a moment he heard the door unlock, but she didn’t come out. He stood and waited for another minute until the door cracked open slightly.
“Hey, I need your help with something,” Anne whispered from the bathroom. Thomas looked around quickly and then followed her inside the bathroom. As he stepped inside she closed the door behind him and locked it. “Do my boobs look uneven to you?” As his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting he saw that she was standing with her boobs out. Her nipples were pierced with small hoops, and the tits were small, but perky.
“Uh, no, they look perfect.” She smiled at him and tilted her head, “I mean even. They look even.” She reached forward and grabbed his hands, pulling them towards her and onto her exposed breasts.
“How do they feel?” Thomas tentatively took a few squeezes and pulled his hands back.
“They feel good, yeah. Nothing wrong with them at all.” Anne pulled her shirt back up and over her pierced nipples and took a step towards Thomas. She had to stand on her toes slightly, but she kissed him on the nose. He noticeably relaxed and felt, as if by magic, his hands rising up and grabbing her waist.
“There ya go,” she whispered into his lips. They kissed, just a peck, at first. She pulled away and licked her lips, going back in for more. They interlocked their lips and began to passionately make out, his hands pulling her into his body. His hands unfastened her sweater and threw it open. They then slid under her shirt and he felt her stomach tingle with goosebumps.
“I would really love to do this somewhere other than the bathroom I threw up in while in college,” he said between kisses. She laughed and pulled away, her fingers reached up and began to play with his hair.
“That sounds good, but my roommate isn’t really fan of me bringing people back.” Thomas leaned in and kissed her.
“It’s not a problem, I’ve got my own place. It’ll only take a few minutes to get there.” This time she hopped up and kissed him. She pulled away again, but this time towards the door where she unlocked it and stealthily looked both ways to make sure that no one was waiting to use the bathroom before darting out towards the exit.
Thomas followed suit and exited the bathroom, he waved at Doc and Sean as he left, both of them had huge smiles on their faces as they watched him chase after Anne. Thomas then yelled for the bartender to put it on Sean’s tab. The bartender called out after him that it was already taken care of and that he should enjoy himself.
Anne was waiting on the street, already hailing down a taxi when Thomas ran up. He walked up behind her and grabbed her ass. She squirmed a bit, but clearly enjoyed it, so he continued. He reached around her and hooked his fingers in the front pockets of her jeans, lightly massaging her groin through the material. Anne let her head fall back onto his shoulder as a taxi pulled up.
They jumped in and Thomas gave the taxi his address as Anne deftly undid his belt and pants, quietly pulling his dick out. Her piercing eyes darted between the eyes of the taxi driver in the rear view mirror and Thomas’s above her as she began to stroke his cock. His dick began to throb and grow with each stroke and leaned down into the seat and began to lick the tip.
After a moment of teasing him she slid his cock inside her mouth, her tongue continuing to dance over the tip, her hand still stroking his shaft. With one hand Thomas held onto the door of the car to balance himself and to stop himself from screaming. With the other he brushed her hair out of the way so that he could watch.
Thomas glanced around and saw that they were getting close to his apartment and tapped on her shoulder to get her to stop, although it was the last thing he wanted to do. He helped her refasten his pants and belt and took out his wallet to pay the taxi driver. As they pulled in, Anne hopped out and waited for Thomas to pay. The taxi driver gave him a knowing look and told him to not worry about the fare. Thomas thanked the man, but still tipped him.
They entered his building, Anne had to walk in front of him to hide his obvious erection, passed a number of other tenants that Thomas knew. They arrived at his door and as he placed the key into the lock, Anne’s lips kissing him on the neck, he remembered the state in which he left his apartment. He thought for a moment and pulled off his tie.
“Let’s get a little kinky,” he said to Anne as he wrapped his tie over her eyes. She giggled and agreed.
“Oh, I can get kinky if you want kinky,” Anne pinched Thomas’s nipples as he unlocked the door and pulled her inside, leading her passed the piles of trash. As they got close to the couch, Thomas reached down and grabbed a cushion off the ground. He threw it into its place and let Anne sit down on it.
He quickly grabbed the others and threw them onto the couch just as she laid down. Thomas walked back over and took off her sweater. He tossed it into the kitchen where it landed on a pile of pizza boxes, causing a few to fall.
“What was that?” Anne asked quietly in between quiet moans as Thomas kissed her neck and shoulders.
“Oh that? That was nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Thomas pulled her top off, revealing the two pierced tits that he had seen not long before, but he now had the courage to know what to do with them. He leaned down and with one hand teased her nipple, with his tongue he leaned over and began to lick and suck at her other tit. Anne’s head rolled back, the blindfold still in place.
She reached down and tangled her fingers up in his hair as his tongue flicked at her nipple. His free hand traveled down her side to her waist where he took a moment to unfasten her pants. She wrapped her legs around him and he lifted her off the couch. Her arms reached around his neck and held to him as he walked past the kitchen, moving her sweater off the pile of trash and onto the stool that sat there.
Thomas carried her all the way through to his bedroom where he closed the door and turned off the lights so that she wouldn’t notice the mountains of the dirty clothes. He laid her down onto the bed, she released hold of him, and he whispered that she could take the blindfold off. He pulled at her pants and got them off. He placed them neatly at the foot of the bed, so they wouldn’t get mixed in with everything else on the floor.
Thomas was eager to get started and immediately began kissing her thighs, his fingernails drew lines in her legs and she grasped at the sheets on the bed in pleasure. He moved on to her pussy and began licking at it, his stubble tickling at her inner thighs. His tongue spread her lips and he began to flick her clit with his tongue now. She laid back and moaned louder, one hand releasing the sheet and grabbed the back of his head.
She gently forced him harder into herself, his licking became more intense and forceful, something she clearly enjoyed. After a few minutes he could feel her body shake and could see the goosebumps forming on her skin so he rose up and pulled off his clothes. As he did this he watched as she contorted in the bed, her moans of pleasure mixing in with his name. He couldn’t help but be transfixed by the way she said his name.
Once naked he laid back on top of her, dick in hand. He gently slid inside her and her back arched as she screamed his name. He continued slowly, allowing her to dictate the speed, her body slowly rocking and thrusting into his. He reached up with one hand and grabbed her behind the neck and held her head forward so that he could stare into her eyes.
She licked her lips and he leaned in, his body like a wave, each thrust causing a cascade of goosebumps down both of their bodies. Their lips collided again and they made out passionately, tongues lapping together as well. As they were locked together in this position Thomas could feel Anne quiver under him and he began to speed up the thrusts. Immediately he felt her body give out a large shake and he heard her sigh.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back. Anne slid over and lifted her head, allowing Thomas to slide his arm under her head. They laid like this for a moment, Thomas occasionally playing with her nipples, until Anne spoke up.
“So, I can head out, it’s getting late and I don’t want to intrude.” She made a move to stand up, but Thomas held her in place.
“Nonsense, I want you to stay.” He curled her up into a hug and they both fell asleep, satisfied and with smiles on their faces.
****
Thomas woke up to find that his room was somehow different. He looked around the bedroom and instead of seeing the dirty clothes scattered around in piles, they had somehow managed to make their way into the dirty hamper that he hadn’t used in quite some time. His eyes darted faster now around the room, taking in everything else.
He could see into his living room and could see that there were no pizza boxes lying on the floor which he found to be pretty interesting. He laid in bed doing his best to remember cleaning the apartment, but he only had remembered the sex, nothing much at all after that.
He stood up cautiously, careful of the impending whiskey hangover and headache. Thomas walked through the door into the living room and saw that not only the pizza boxes, but the entire living room and kitchen had been picked up. Much more than he had done in the short time that he rushed to clean up the night before.
He sauntered into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. He snagged a bottle of beer from his refrigerator in an attempt to get ahead of the hangover and opened it as he picked up the letter.
“Tom, I’m sorry I had to leave so early, something came up. Nice move with the blindfold. I hope you don’t mind, but I hated to see you living like this so I tidied up a bit. I would have thrown everything away too, but I couldn’t find trash bags so it’s just all in one place now. This was a lot of fun though, give me a call sometime, okay? P.S. You’re a bit of a bed hog. Something to work on.” Her number was scrawled at the bottom of the note with a smiley face.
He put down his beer and examined the note more closely, just enjoying the fact that someone had written him a handwritten note. Thomas went to find his phone, but couldn’t find it in any of the normal places that he was used to putting it.
He walked back into his bedroom and searched for his phone, finding it eventually in the bed side table where he normally kept his condoms. However, the box wasn’t here. The condoms were all laid out and the box was torn to pieces. He picked up his phone and smiled, remembering actually doing that. It was a pretty pathetic way to get back at Sarah, but it was therapeutic.
He ran back into the kitchen and typed in her number, trying to come up with the perfect way to start a message. He eventually decided on this message: “Hey, want to know what’s intense?”
****
Thomas sat and waited on his couch, drinking a cold beer, catching up on all the sports news that had occurred the night before. Every few seconds he would reach for his phone and click the lock button so that his phone would light up, just to see if Anne had responded, but he had no such luck. Instead, after about twenty minutes of doing this his phone vibrated with a message from Sean and then another from Doc.
He opened them both and read them, but they basically said the same thing: “We’re hungover and we have breakfast. Plus, we’ve got stories so we’re coming over.” Thomas gave them both his new address and waited in his clean apartment.
He could hear the elevator bell ding as he remembered the note on the counter. He vaulted over his couch and slid over the top of his counter, grabbing the note as he fell off. Just as he hit the floor and stood up the door opened and Sean and Doc poured into his room.
He took in their appearance right away. They were both still wearing the clothes from the night before, Sean had an obnoxiously large hickey on his neck, but Doc had a clear bruise on his face that resembled that of an open hand. Sean tossed the bag of breakfast food onto the coffee table and Doc placed the three coffees on the table beside them.
They both circled the room like wolves, studying their prey for any kind of weakness, just taking in the apartment. Sean, not out of place, was the first to speak.
“Damn, Tommy, this place is incredible.” Sean whistled to himself. “What do you do again, because I think I should get into that business too?” Thomas walked around from behind the counter, slipping the paper into his back pocket. He walked over to Doc and shook his hand, examining his face.
“The girl liked slapping dudes, I was so drunk I couldn’t feel it so I kept telling her to hit harder. So now I’ve got a new bruise to add to this one.” Thomas and Sean both laughed until Doc stood up and showed off a bite mark that was bruising on his upper ass cheek. They both laughed uproariously and Sean walked over, shaking hands and hugging Thomas.
“You should have heard it, man. I was in the other room and it sounded like she was trying to kill him. She was getting mad he kept asking for more.” Doc shrugged and grabbed a coffee out of the drink holder and passed it to Thomas, who walked across the room to his fridge and pulled out a bottle of Bailey’s. He poured some into his drink but both Sean and Doc declined.
“No more for me until this bruise heals, lord knows what else I would do if I started drinking now.” Sean went and sat down on the couch and stared at Thomas who sat at his little kitchen island. Thomas stared back at him and broke the silence.
“What about those hickeys, bud?” Thomas and Doc both laughed, but Sean didn’t do anything to cover them up or even laugh. He stood up and walked over to Thomas, sitting down next to him, very intensely.
“So, tell us about this girl.” Doc leaned in and chuckled a bit. Thomas sat back and looked back and forth between the two of them.
“What girl?” Thomas had never been a very good liar, especially when it came to girls and Sean. Sean was a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out lies.
“Come on, man. We saw you leave and you both know you can’t lie to me.” Sean lifted his coffee to his face and took a sip, not breaking eye contact.
“I mean, she came back here, we watched some TV and had a drink or two, and then we went to sleep. That’s it.” Sean leaned forward in his seat and sniffed. He sat back and took another sip of coffee.
“Damn, I thought for sure you got lucky.” Sean stood up and walked over to the couch, grabbing the remote. “I guess my sex senses are getting a bit rusty with old age.”
****
After about two hours of more ESPN and eating cheap, greasy food to crush their hangovers, Sean and Doc headed out, leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts. As he closed the door behind them he fell back into the old rhythm he had before they arrived. He grabbed another beer from the fridge, sat down on his couch, and checked his phone.
It wasn’t too long though before his phone vibrated with a new message from Anne. The message said that while she enjoyed herself and they hit it off well, she was waiting on someone who was currently abroad on business. She felt that they could be something special and she didn’t want to miss out on that potential opportunity.
Thomas was crushed and stared at the message on the screen for a while before responding as he attempted to take it all in. The way they had been together was like something he had never experienced. She brought out a side of him that he had felt like he had needed to lock away and they had only known each other a day.
But, Thomas was nothing if not respectful and understood that she wanted to give the other relationship a shot. He would have wanted the same chance in the other guy’s situation. So, he replied by telling her that he understood and that she needed to do what she felt was right.
So, over the next few weeks Anne and Thomas spoke on and off. Thomas learned about where she worked, her hopes and dreams, and her passions. He even considered her one of his closest friends after only a few days, even if the list was fairly short. He also stayed in touch with Doc and Sean and helped them with various girl issues that came along. Until one day there was a knock on his door.
****
Thomas went to answer the door and heard the familiar clicking and twisting of a key in the lock. He quickly ran to the closet and pulled out his Louisville Slugger and stood, hiding behind a wall, just in case someone was attempting to break in. As the door opened though, a familiar voice chimed out from the crack.
“Thomas, its Sarah, are you home?” Thomas placed the bat down and opened the door completely. Sarah stood in the doorway, just as beautiful as he remembered, save for the makeup that was running down her face.
“Why the hell do you still have my key?” Sarah held up the keychain and dangled it. She had clearly been crying and didn’t know where else to go. Thomas had actually noticed that his boss was spending a lot of time with his new secretary and Thomas might have given her a few tips on his hobbies to ensure that he would like her.
“I don’t know, I held onto them just in case I guess.” Sarah pushed passed Thomas and sat down on his couch, resting her face in her hands. Thomas closed the door and walked across the room, choosing to sit across from her in a chair, not on the couch. Even though he had thought he had moved on, he couldn’t help but be happy to see her again.
“So, what brings you back here?” Thomas awkwardly checked his phone and saw that he had a message from Anne. He opened it and read it. It said that she didn’t want to wonder what life could have been if she missed her chance with him. He quickly replied back that he understood she wanted to wait for the guy who was abroad and that was a bit insulting that she kept bringing it up.
“Well, Peter left me for some bitch. His secretary of all people. Can you believe it?” Sarah began to cry and occasionally looked over at Thomas who was paying attention to his phone. “I mean, I’m just so hurt. Why aren’t there any good guys?” Thomas nodded absently as a new message from Anne popped in.
It said that she meant Tom. She wanted to give them a chance. She didn’t want to wait for the other guy. She wanted to meet him. He replied back immediately: “Just one drink,” and then turned his attention to Sarah.
“What do you want me to do about it? Peter is my boss, I won’t do anything to jeopardize my job.” Sarah sniffled and looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
“Well, can’t we give ‘us’ another shot?” Thomas laughed loudly and stood up. He pulled out his wallet as he walked towards her.
“I begged for you to stay and what was it that you said?” He opened up his wallet, “the love was gone, and that no amount of money or success would keep you around?” He took out a $20 bill. “And then I found out you went and fucked my boss behind my back while we were still together.” He placed the $20 bill in her hand and closed her hand around it. “There is no ‘us,’ get yourself a taxi home, maybe this will be enough money to get you to leave. I’ve got a date.”
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Thomas pushed Sarah out and the door and closed it behind him, locking it. He looked at Sarah and put his hand out, palm open. She looked at him confused and he nodded towards the keychain that she was still holding on to. She tentatively raised it up towards him and he snatched it out of her hand. He gave her a wave as he turned and ran down the hallway.
As he made his way to the entrance he called out for the woman who was there to hold the door. He jogged out through the door and stopped at the street corner, trying to wave down a taxi. A voice called out to him from behind and he turned to look.
The woman who was holding the door closed it and walked towards him, who he finally realized was Anne. They slowly started walking towards each other and stood face to face quietly. Neither said anything for a few moments. She reached out and took his hands and placed them on her hips. He laughed and leaned down, kissing her passionately as they stood on the sidewalk.
“You wanna go upstairs?” Thomas asked, his hands massaging her hips. She contemplated the question and began to walk backwards to the door.
“I’d like that.” Thomas followed her inside his building and through the doors towards his apartment. He walked with his hand around her shoulder and as they neared the door he kissed her on the cheek. They turned the corner to his apartment and he saw that Sarah was still sitting in front of his door. He went to stop and turn around, but Anne kept walking. “Is that her,” she asked in a hushed tone as they got within a few feet of the door.
“Thomas, who the hell is this skank?” Anne looked down at her clothes, she was dressed in a pair of jeans, a tank top, and the same knitted cardigan sweater from the first time they met. She looked back up at Sarah who was dressed in what appeared to be a cocktail dress, makeup running down her face. Thomas stuttered for a few seconds looking between them, but Anne responded.
“Skank? I’m not the one sitting outside my ex’s apartment looking like I’m on a bad walk of shame.” Anne took a step forward towards Sarah who had stood up to confront them. “This lady in front of you is here to fuck this man.” Anne pushed passed Sarah towards the door. “Now, please, unless you want to hear me screaming his name, I would leave.” Sarah looked at her horror stricken and stared at Thomas who shrugged and pulled out his keys to unlock the door.
“You heard her, it’s your choice.” Sarah gasped and picked up her purse and trudged away, swearing. Thomas looked over at Anne whose chest was puffed out, her pierced nipples could be seen clearly through the shirt. He grabbed and lifted her up, kissing her. “My god that was sexy.” Anne laughed as the door swung open and Thomas carried her inside. She looked around the apartment and smiled at how clean it was.
“I’m glad to see you kept up the place,” she told him between kisses. He began to kiss her neck as they made their way into the house and he put her on the counter in the kitchen.
“Somebody important told me to take care of myself,” he pulled off her sweater and started kissing her neck again. “I decided to listen.” Anne tugged at his shirt and pulled it over his head exposing his back to her raking fingernails. He kissed and sucked at her neck, hickies quickly started to form across her tender skin. His hands searched for the edge of her shirt and he slid his hands up into her shirt, his thumbs began to flick and play with her nipples. She moaned as she turned and playfully bit him in the ear.
Thomas took a step back and lifted her slightly off the counter, Anne took the opportunity to slide her jeans off and Thomas finished by pulling them off completely. He tossed them into the corner of room and he didn’t hit any pizza boxes this time. She laid back on the island and threw her legs over his shoulders as he knelt down.
He was cleanly shaven and he noticed how smooth her legs were against his face this time, her supple skin tensed up slightly as he licked his finger and slid it inside her. As the finger slowly turned and slid easily he kissed her clit, sucking at her lips. He began to lick it up and down, slowly but with force. Anne reached down and grabbed his hair as he continued to lick and finger her. He turned his finger and began to move it quicker, rubbing over her G Spot. Her back arched and she loudly began to moan his name, her legs wrapped tightly around his head, forcing him deeper into her pussy.
After a few moments of this her legs relaxed and she sighed, having just cumed. He continued to lap at her pussy, but pulled his finger out. With both hands he removed her legs from his shoulders and stood up. When he stood up he stared for a moment as Anne laid out, her chest heaving up and down. He reached down and with one hand pulled her towards him. They kissed for a moment and she sat up.
Thomas lifted her up gently from the counter and carried her to his bedroom where he set her down. Before she laid back she unfastened his pants and let them drop to the floor. Thomas stood still as she pulled down his boxers, his cock was hard and she took it into her mouth, her tongue licked and lapped at the tip as she sucked it. With one hand she stroked the shaft, with the other she fingered herself. Thomas reached down and took her breast in his hand, squeezing it and teasing the nipple slightly.
She pulled back and continued to stroking it, looking up at him. She let go and laid back in bed, scooting up towards the top of the bed. Thomas crawled onto the bed after her and slid one hand behind her back. He pulled her in close as he laid on top of her and she looked at him with a smile.
“You’re hogging the bed again.” Thomas raised back up laughing and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He leaned down and started to lick her pussy again from behind, making sure she was wet. “Oh, this kind of sharing will make up for it.” He laughed again and slid inside her. She moaned as she reached up to grab the headboard. He began thrusting, pushing her into the headboard gently with each pump.
Anne began to moan his name as he started to get faster and harder, her arms shook and she laid down, her ass in the air. Thomas changed position slightly so that he had an angle to spank her. He reared back and spanked her hard once on her right ass cheek. She let out a little yelp and moaned for him to do it harder. Thomas continued to pound into her with spanks and his dick until she bit down on his pillow and moaned loudly. Thomas thrusted one last time in complete pleasure and they both collapsed into a pile of panting, sweaty tangled limbs. Anne tried to roll back into Thomas’ arms, but he kept moving away. As he reached the edge of the bed, he allowed Anne to slide into his arm.
“Look who’s the bed hog now, punk.” Anne sat up and playfully acted hurt.
“How dare you, this is payback, that’s all.” She laid back down into his extended arms and she looked up at him, his eyes closed. “So, are we still going to get that drink?"
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THE END