Chapter 1
She closed her eyes and listened to everything that was happening around her. Two men, both of whom were flirting with her at various points of the night, were starting to get frustrated by her clear lack of interest. Though their ploys were envious and creative, one of which involved turning a napkin into a flower, she was not interested in finding someone to entertain her for the night. They were both attractive with soft, boyish faces and sharply dressed appearances, both were wearing fancy dinner jackets in a night club. Her interest was not piqued by them and she continued to listen on to what was happening around her, even if they continued to offer to buy her drinks in an attempt to bribe her into going home with them.
Behind her was a young couple having an argument. “Can’t hold her liquor,” she thought as she listened to the young, red-headed girl with an amazing figure slur her speech while arguing over just how many she drinks she consumed. The man beside her, a very handsome, well dressed man with a great body and well toned arms looked on with a stupefied expression. “He clearly hasn’t had enough.”
“Hey, Hannah,” said the young girl sitting in the booth beside her. She was skinny with a tanned complexion and beautiful, dark hair that flowed down to between her shoulders. “Are you alright?”
Hannah smiled as she opened her eyes and looked upon Alexis. “You’re not supposed to ask me that,” she said playfully. “We’re here tonight to take your mind off of that jackass. Tonight is all about you.”
Alexis sighed as she was reminded about the man who had just left her for another woman. Tad, her former lover and current ex-boyfriend was someone who didn’t deserve Alexis or what she had to offer. He was a skinny young man that she met in college that was more of a weasel than a human. He was slimy, crooked, and would say whatever he needed to say to keep Alexis around. “Hey, don’t start dwelling on that cockroach,” said Hannah as she placed her arm around her best friend and pulled her toward her. “He isn’t, and has never been, good enough for you.”
“But he was really sweet,” she replied meekly, prompting Hannah to remove her arm and gaze at Alexis sternly.
“That boy used you for your money and for your vagina!” she shouted, causing the two men who were still hanging around to focus in on their conversation. Hannah turned back to notice them staring, but shrugged her shoulders before turning back to face Alexis. “You are so much better than he is and can do so much better.”
Alexis shook her head as she reached for a small glass on the table in front of her. “Maybe I can just drink the pain away,” she said as she turned up the glass filled with a sweet smelling blue liquid.
Hannah smirked as she reached for her glass and drank it with her. “Well, I suppose there are far worse ideas,” she said as she raised the glass up to her lips and downed it before placing it back on the table and looking into Alexis’s beautiful, brown eyes. “If we have to drink your pain away, then let’s get after it.”
She smiled as she turned and slid down the booth toward the end with Hannah close behind. “Why don’t we try somewhere else?” asked Alexis as she placed her feet on the floor and turned back to look at Hannah. “There are too many creepy guys here for me to really feel comfortable letting go.”
“I understand,” said Hannah as she looked over at the two guys still sitting at the booth, both of whom were not invited to join them but provided a few free drinks. “Where do you have in mind?”
Alexis looked over at the two guys who were really perturbed now. “I don’t know,” she said with a slight wink. “Why don’t we just see where our feet take us.”
Hannah immediately picked up what Alexis was hinting at, knowing that the likelihood of the two men following them to the next bar was extremely likely and that they would be hounded and harassed for the rest of the evening. “We could try O’Conners,” she said, knowing that the two men were listening in and treating every drink that they purchased for the two ladies as an investment.
“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” replied Alexis as Hannah stood up beside the booth and gathered her things. “Do you mind stopping by the rest room before we leave though? They only have one stall in the ladies room and I’d hate to have to wait in a line to use it.”
“Absolutely,” said Hannah. “Why don’t we head back there now and then we head over to O’Conners.” The two men looked over at the girls before looking back at each other, taking the bait and standing up from the booth. Hannah and Alexis walked away, stepping out into a hallway that led to the restrooms before ducking down another hallway that led to another exit. “Good thinking,” she said as they reached a side door and stepped out into the cold, New York City air.
“I’m not really in the mood to entertain a couple of men who are only looking to get into my bed tonight,” said Alexis with a smile as they started walking down the street toward the first cab they could find.
Hannah reached out and opened the door of the yellow cab and allowed Alexis to enter first, climbing into the backseat before getting in herself and closing the door behind her. “Poole’s,” she said as she closed the door and sat beside Alexis. The driver nodded before pressing the accelerator and taking off down the street. “I wasn’t feeling like seeing any of those men again either, to be perfectly honest. I got a bad vibe from them.”
Alexis looked out the window as the passed by the bar to see the two men walking down the street toward O’Conners. “Like what?” she said as she watched them look back toward the door to see if they were going to walk out.
“Like even if we did take them to bed tonight, they wouldn’t know what they were doing,” she replied in a sultry manner.
Alexis laughed. “Really?” she asked. “Your bad feeling centered on what skills they may or may not possess in bed?”
“Yeah,” continued Hannah. “It’s a skill that I deeply appreciate.”
Alexis shook her head as the driver turned down the next street and continued on toward the other end of New York City and the bar that Alexis and Hannah spent a great deal of time at. Poole’s was a friendly establishment filled with people they went to college with, as well as some of the people they worked with. Both girls, both employed by the American Oil Trade and Refiners, had just started their careers a few weeks earlier and had already started making headway. “I hope we don’t run into anyone from work,” said Alexis as she leaned back in the seat and looked straight ahead out the windshield as the people walking along the streets toward their various destinations. “This week has been hard enough already. The last thing that I want to do is to talk about work for the rest of the evening with people I barely know.”
“Absolutely,” Hannah nodded as her blonde hair moved a bit behind her head from the motions. “You’ve been there a few weeks longer than I have and I can already tell that some of the people in that building annoy the hell out of you.”
“It’s not that,” said Alexis.
“Yes it is,” defied Hannah. “It’s because many of them are complacent and don’t want to attack the objectives like you do. They annoy you because they will sit there and do as they’re told instead of simply doing what’s best for them.” She paused before adjusting her hips in the seat and turning to face Alexis. “I know you better than you know you,” she continued. “I know what drives you insane just like you know what makes me homicidal.”
Alexis looked on stone faced without turning to face Hannah, still with her mind dwelling on the man who just broke up with her. “I can’t stop thinking about him, Hannah,” she said as a tear started to form in her right eye. “I cannot stop thinking about what he meant to me and what I could’ve done differently to keep him around.”
Hannah fumed as her eyes widened and she looked upon Alexis with an immense furor. “He was terrible for you and he was terrible to you,” she said vehemently. “At what point will you be able to see that?” She paused and composed herself, seeing that her fury was not helping anything and that Alexis was still becoming more upset. “Look,” she said as she calmed down and placed both of her hands on her thighs. “I know you can’t see it now, but he was not the man that made you a better person. He did not do for you what you need. You did wonders for him and hopefully, he appreciates you for it, but in reality, you’re far better off.”
She turned and looked at Hannah. “What do you mean?”
“Alexis, in relationships, both parties have to give and both parties have to take,” she explained in a much softer, kinder tone. “Both of you have to make each other better and both of you have to complement one another. As a couple, you have to hide his weaknesses and magnify his strengths. You have to offer to the relationship what he can’t, while he has to do the same. The problem that you and Tad possessed was that you were far too headstrong for him. He wanted to sit back and let the world come to him and you want to go after what you want. Instead of him reeling you in and meeting you halfway, which is what should’ve happened, he pulled you all the way down and left you as a shell of who you once were. You used to be a tiger, always out on the prowl ready to strike and take what you thought you deserved. Tad made you less of a person and made you regress into someone who was timid and reluctant to take chances.”
“I would take chances with him!” shouted Alexis defensively.
“Name one?”
Alexis breathed heavily for a moment while she thought about her past relationship and what alls he accomplished with him. “I took a new job.”
“You were going to take that anyway,” replied Hannah in a snarky tone. “Name a chance you took that you would not have taken if you were not with him.”
Alexis darted her eyes around the cab as she thought, hoping that she would have an epiphany while Hannah looked on with her judgmental eyes. “I’m sure there has been at least one.”
Hannah smirked and turned around in her seat, placing her back against the cushion and looking forward to allow Alexis to stew in her thoughts. “Maybe,” she said as she got comfortable. “You might have taken one.”
“Do you know what it was?” she asked.
“Nope,” replied Hannah. “I sure don’t.”
The cab pulled up to Poole’s and the two women immediately jumped out and stepped up onto the curb. It was an older building with a very unique charm, something that was lost in New York. While many bars and clubs were trying to modernize and become much fancier with more elaborate drinks and exquisite light shows and sound systems, Poole’s always remained the same. The two girls stepped toward the door to see Micky, their favorite bouncer, manning the door. “You girls look nice tonight,” he said as he looked both girls up and down. “I wasn’t expecting the two of you to make it here tonight.”
“Yeah, we tried somewhere else but ultimately decided that we wanted to be here,” said Hannah as she looked over at Alexis. “Sometimes, when you just need a drink and a good time, it’s best to go where you know.”
“And you know this place very well, Hannah Burchfield,” stated Micky with a smile as he pulled a rope back and let the two girls in, not checking their identification because he knew they were of age. They walked into a small hallway to see pictures of all of the regulars scattered about the walls. Many friends and acquaintances that they have met over the years were plastered here so that anyone who decided to come visit would know who this place really belonged to.
“That was a fun night,” said Alexis as she pointed to the picture of the two of them, sitting at a table with a small group of people.
“Yeah, it was,” replied Hannah as she looked closer to see who all was there. While they knew their pictures were up on the wall, they never took the time to look at them and analyze them. In it, though, were people of whom they were still close with and a few more who they’ve lost contact with, but wish they hadn’t. “Let’s not dwell,” said Hannah as she grabbed Alexis by the shoulder.”I’m sure most of them are in here right now.”
Alexis turned her head and walked down the hallway with Hannah. “Probably,” she agreed as they entered a much larger room. It had wooden walls with several metal signs nailed throughout. It looked dingy and dirty, resembling more of a dive bar instead of classy establishment like they just left. The lights that hung from the ceiling were old, incandescent bulbs hung from the ceiling by dusty chains. As they walked in, the dance floor was filled with many people they knew, dancing to several high energy songs while waitresses continuously brought them drinks. The aura of the bar didn’t match what it appeared. Poole’s looked more like a rough-neck biker bar instead of a hole-in-the-wall dance club.
“Oh my God!” screamed a tall, thick brunette from the side of the room and she walked toward both girls with her drink in the air. Her red dress was tight around her hips and thighs, making it difficult for her to walk across the floor, though she shimmied across it in great time to wrap her left arm around Alexis while Hannah looked over to the rest of the group that she was standing with. “I haven’t seen the two of you in forever!”
“Trisha, it’s good to see you,” said Alexis as she pulled her close. “What brings you here tonight? I thought you moved to Chicago?”
“I did, and I’m only here to see my family,” she answered as she let go of Alexis and walked over to Hannah to hug her. “I didn’t know you two were still in town else I would’ve called you.”
Hannah smirked as she looked over Trisha’s shoulder and gave Alexis a perturbed glance. Nothing inside of her made her want to see any of these people again and she knew she was going to be forced to participate in awkward banter. “Hey, go hang out with some of our crew from school,” continued Trisha as she pointed to a table against the wall of the bar. “I’ll come talk to you guys in a few minutes. I need to see a couple more people.”
“Sure,” said Alexis as she and Hannah turned to face the wall. With Trisha walking away to the bar, noticing a few more people that she recognized, Alexis and Hannah started their march toward the small group sitting at a table against the wall. They were, regrettably, a few people that Hannah preferred to distance herself from. She was regarded as a black sheep while growing up with these people and the memories from her awkward relationships with these people did not rank highly in her life. The first she noticed was a short woman named Rebecca Nesbit. Her hair was sandy brown, tied in the back and restrained by a silver clip and hung down to in between her shoulder blades. She wore a brown, low cut shirt that accented her busty chest and tightly fitting blue jeans that fit snugly around her hips. She wore a thick layer of makeup to cover up several blemishes on her face, trying her best to hide years of terrible acne during her adolescence.
Standing in front of her was Harold, or Harry, Wilson. He was slightly taller than Rebecca but was still a fairly short man. His hair was messy and brown, laying on his head like a mop and void of any type of serious care. His appearance was a mess, looking disheveled around all of the handsome and beautifully dressed people. He wore a wrinkly t-shirt with an indie band on it with a pair of black pants that were too long, covering up a pair of old sneakers that were untied. However, appearances were deceiving as Harry was a very successful reporter and editor for the Tribune, holding the accolades of being the youngest ever at the company. What he lacked in personal maintenance, he made up for in his ability to write a captivating story and find out the dirt on any politician or businessman. He was able to find corrupting and incriminating evidence better than any law enforcement entity.
Hannah thought about the memories of her time with Harry and Rebecca, both constantly teasing her for her inability to hold down a relationship with anyone. Throughout her days in high school, Hannah preferred to shop around for different guys. She didn’t know what she was after or what the exact type of guy she wanted, so she preferred to play the field and experience what all of them had to offer. While her friends knew she was picky, others labeled her as a slut and someone who would sleep around for fun. Many of the boys would approach her for a good time, and in a lot of occasions, she would oblige. The criticism from the other girls was cruel, but justified. Hannah slept around because she enjoyed the feeling, not because she wanted the attention. However, as a result of her promiscuity, all of the unattached boys would flock to Hannah, hoping they could make their way into her panties. Harry, a budding reporter on the school newspaper and a vicious gossip, spread awful rumors at the behest of Trisha and Rebecca, hoping to shame Hannah into leaving the boys alone. Jealousy was the reason Hannah was hated and teased, making her high school years tough to handle.
She turned her head away from the two who tormented her in school and looked to see two friendlier faces. The twins, Jonathan and Jennifer Sansby were standing next to a small table, sipping on their drinks. Both were smart, charming, and well-liked, and while Hannah wasn’t very fond of the others in the group, she had nothing but great things to say about the twins. While they weren’t close friends, she didn’t consider them morally repulsive or oddly self-serving like the rest of the group. Jonathan had a great physique, taking great care of himself while serving as a teacher and coach at a public high school. He was wearing a nice, white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of pressed, khaki slacks. His blonde hair was cut neatly and parted to the right.
His sister, Jennifer, looked equally as professional as he did. Her blonde hair with silver high lights was curled and hung down just below her shoulders. Her eyes were blue and stood apart from the rest of her soft facial features and pale skin. She was the quieter of the two, but a lot more observant. Her tan sweater and black skirt accented her figure and made her stand out as the most physically fit of the entire group of ladies, with the exception of Hannah. She worked for the New York attorney’s office as one of their rising clerks and was prepared to take a prominent position in politics at a later point in her life. “Hannah, it’s so great to see you,” she said quietly as she leaned in and embraced her.
“I know, it’s been too long,” replied Hannah as she obliged. “I’ve really missed you and your brother.” She pulled back and leaned toward Jonathan, embracing him as he placed his drink down on the table and wrapped his arms around her. “I’ve really missed these arms,” she said seductively.
“I haven’t left New York,” he replied as he kissed her on the cheek they embraced. “You know how to get in touch with the both of us.”
Hannah held her head in shame as she looked down toward the ground and slid her foot along the dirty floor. “It wasn’t because of you two…”
“I know,” said Jennifer as she reached over Jonathan’s arm and grabbed her drink. “Believe me, I completely understand.”
She smiled as Alexis walked up behind her and walked toward Jennifer, wrapping her slender arms around her immediately before doing the same with her brother. “Wow, I was not expecting to see the two of you out here.”
“Yeah, we typically don’t come out to this part of New York,” said Jonathan as he looked out to the bar and motioned for the waitress to come over. “Trisha wanted to come out here to Poole’s and neither Jennifer nor I could come up with a good enough reason to not come out here.”
“This place is our sanctuary,” said Alexis as she watched the waitress walk over. She turned and smiled at the waitress before giving her a hug and a slight peck on her cheek. “The usual, please.”
“Same,” said Hannah as she hugged the waitress. She turned back toward the twins to find them looking at her with an awkward gaze. “We’re here way too much. These girls are like our family.”
Jennifer smiled as she held up her glass, notifying the waitress she wanted another round. “Their first round is on my tab,” she said. “I can at least try and get them drunk tonight.”
“Oh that’s not necessary,” said Alexis.
“Yeah, we’re going to get drunk on our own,” quipped Hannah with a coy grin.
“Please, it’s the least I can do for two old friends,” she continued. “Besides, how long has it been?”
Jennifer chuckled as she looked over her two friends from high school with Jonathan standing beside her. “How have you been?” asked Hannah as she stood in front of Jonathan and looked him over with starry eyes.
He replied as he sipped on his drink as he looked at Hannah. “You’ve changed a little bit.” His eyes focused on Hannah’s face, though they continued to wander down toward her feet.
“I’ve grown up,” she said with a warm smile and a seductive gaze in her eyes. Jonathan was always the boy she wanted but could never get. She tried to seduce him on numerous occasions, but he was always either in a relationship with someone she liked or not in a position to accept her advances. Though tonight, she looked in his eyes and could tell that this was her opportunity. She could scratch an item off of her bucket list with a successful seduction, though she wondered how she would pull off the logistics.
She bit her bottom lip while Alexis and Jennifer were talking amongst themselves. Noticing the opportunity, she pulled Jonathan out to the dance floor while the rest of the group looked on. The DJ was playing a song with light beat that moved quickly and Hannah immediately got lost in her thoughts. Jonathan was somewhat awkward, not knowing what he should do, but looking down at Hannah’s hips as she brought them back into him and moved her back end against him. She moved with the rhythm as he placed his hands on her hips, doing his best to move with her as he placed himself against her. His arms moved with the beat as her hips grinded against him, feeling the contours of her body mold with his.
Her hands were above her head and interlocked as she closed her eyes and continued to listen to the music, drowning out all of the thoughts and awkward feelings from earlier with the rest of the group. She enjoyed seeing Jonathan and always had a special feeling about him. In high school, she yearned for this moment and now, as a young adult, she was finally experiencing it. She leaned back further and leaned her neck against his body while bending her elbows and lowering her arms around his neck. She turned her head and breathed on his cheek while he continued to hold onto her hips. He brought his chest closer to her back as he felt the warm air from her mouth touching his skin and sending a shiver down his spine. He was becoming intrigued and aroused by her dancing. The song continued to play in the background as she brought her mouth in closer to his neck and planted a seductive kiss on it, still moving her hips but becoming a lot more seductive and provocative.
Hannah released her hands and brought them down to her side. She spun around in his arms and placed her chest against his with his hands still resting firmly on her hips. She placed her arms around him and placed her head against his to kiss the side of his neck. Not caring who was looking on or watching, Hannah was taking the opportunity to finally take advantage of an opportunity she dreamt of. Throughout her younger days, she lusted over Jonathan Sansby and she finally had her moment with him. Her teenage years were spent dreaming of this moment and now, she had him within her grasp. He moved his hands up her hips to her waist and slid them around to the small of her back. He pulled her closer to him, pushing her breasts up against his rock hard chest as they swayed to the music. She pulled her head back away from his neck as he turned and plated a light kiss on her lips.
Alexis looked on as she talked to Jennifer, noticing how the two were kissing on the dance floor and knowing what she had to do. She turned her body toward the table and motioned for the waitress to come over; Jennifer would need shots to accept what was happening. While Jennifer and Hannah never had a bad relationship, they still were not best of friends. She was always weary of her promiscuous nature and Alexis feared that seeing her brother dancing with the girl she perceived as a slut would not end well for anyone.
“So what’s been going on with you, girl?” asked Jennifer as Alexis looked over at the waitress walking up. “How the hell have you been?”
Alexis smiled as she whispered the drink order to the waitress before turning toward Jennifer. “Honestly, I’ve been better,” she said earnestly. “I’ve been going through some things recently and I really don’t know what all this life has for me.”
“What do you mean?” she asked with a concerned glare.
She leaned forward and moved closer to Jennifer. “I don’t know what I really want in life,” she began. “My boyfriend just left me, and I’m really trying to piece everything together. I don’t know what I really want to get out of this life other than being incredibly successful.”
“I think I understand,” she replied. “Sometimes getting more out of life requires interacting perfectly with the opposite sex. It’s unfortunate, but, there’s a lot to life with love.”
Alexis nodded. “I know,” she said with a light shrug. “I think the problem that I faced with Tad was that I pushed him too hard. I wanted him to be something that he wasn’t capable of being. I don’t think I really understood the man he was capable of being and I wanted to push him to be something he couldn’t be.”
“We do that a lot,” confirmed Jennifer. “We push our lovers to be what we perceive is the best that they can be. Unfortunately, what we think we see and what they actually are can be two completely different things. I know my last relationship was like that. I had this idea that my boyfriend could’ve been amazing, but he and I had two different vantage points of what was amazing.”
Jennifer nodded as the waitress quickly placed two blue shots in front of the two girls. “I wasn’t expecting this,” she said as the waitress smiled and Alexis looked on with a coy grin.
“Specialty of the house,” stated Alexis as she grabbed the small shot glass and held it in her hand. “One of these is guaranteed to either put a pep in your step, a slur in your speech, or a foot up your ass.”
“I prefer the first or the second,” laughed Jennifer as she picked up the shot and looked at Alexis.
“So what was the difference between you and your ex?” asked Alexis. “What was so different about what the two of you wanted?”
Jennifer turned up the shot glass with Alexis and winced as it went down her throat, tasting the unique combination of liquors as they coated her throat. “Oh that’s stout,” she said as her face contorted. “What all is in there?”
“Whatever the bartender feels like putting in it,” replied Alexis. “Now answer me. What was so different?”
Jennifer shook her head as she attempted to get the taste out of her mouth. “I wanted him to become a prominent lawyer and progress through the system, eventually making partner at a large firm. He, instead, wanted to study the history of law and become a professor. He didn’t want to leave school whereas, I wanted him to become a powerful lawyer while I worked my way through the political arena.”
“So it was your ambitions?”
“That was the main reason we didn’t work,” continued Jennifer. “I tried to convince him that he was on the wrong path and that he was better than what he wanted, but in reality, I was the one who was short sighted. I couldn’t see past what he wanted and instead, pushed him toward what I wanted. It’s why we couldn’t work.”
Alexis looked over to see Hannah and Jonathan kissing on the dance floor. “That’s going to end well for her,” she thought to herself as she turned and looked back at Jennifer with a smile. “I think that’s a very good reason for why Tad and I didn’t work. I think that, in all reality, we just wanted different things.”
“That’s usually the fundamental reason for a relationship failing,” said Jennifer as she sipped on her other drink. “I hate it, but, it happens.”
“Amen,” replied Alexis.
Hannah continued to grind the front-side of her hips against Jonathan’s, feeling the bulge in his pants against her as the music continued to play in the background. They both moved with the rhythm of the beat as a waitress continued to bring them shots. With each change of the song, a new shot was brought and after four shots, their hands started to roam all over themselves. His hands started to move up the front of her body and stopping on her breasts, feeling the large, perky boobs on his palms as he squeezed them gently.
She was becoming very hot as he felt up her breasts, looking over her shoulder to see an opening. She wanted him and she didn’t want to wait, opting to take her chance now and fulfill one of her dreams. “Come on,” she whispered as she grabbed him by his hand and pulled him toward a small hallway that led to the restroom. They traveled down it quickly, walking with an incredible pace as they reached a large, wooden door.
Hannah and Jonathan walked into the bathroom of Poole’s together, both stumbling from the shots they took on the dance floor. The walls of the bathroom were made of wood, much like the rest of the bar. Several different things, not excluding initials, phone numbers, and vulgar expressions, were carved into the walls surrounding the single stall. She arched her back as he kept his arm firmly around her while leaning back and closing the door. He released her long enough to walk over and ensure that both the locks, the one on the handle as well as a slide lock on the door, were both secured and firmly fastened. He turned back around to find her leaping toward him, placing both of her hands on his face and kissing him passionately before using all of her weight to pin him against the wooden wall.
“Well, alright then,” he said as he reached down and pulled on her black blouse and brought it over her head. He placed his firm hands on her bare midsection and continued to kiss her passionately along her neck as she arched herself and ran her hands all over his torso. She unbuttoned his white shirt and pulled it apart before grabbing his undershirt and pulling it out of his pants. She reached behind him and ripped his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. He reached forward and unbuttoned the front of her pants, spreading them apart and pushing them down around her ankles. With a pair of black, bikini cut panties on with a matching black bra, Hannah dropped to her knees and pulled apart Jonathan’s belt. Quickly pulling the leather back through the brass clasp, she exposed the opening to his pants and immediately pulled the button out of the opening and lowered the metal zipper.
She looked up at him with a seductive glance as she gripped both sides of his pants tightly before lowering them to the floor, exposing his blue boxer shorts which were hiding an impressive bulge. She ran her hands up his legs slowly, massaging the back of his calves and hamstrings before placing her hands inside his boxers and making it to his long, thick, hard member. She held it in her hand as she continued to stare into his eyes with a growing smile appearing on her face. “I’ve dreamed of this for too long,” she said quietly. She pulled her right hand out while leaving her left on his rock-hard cock. She moved her head forward and kissed it through the cloth while placing her hand on the elastic band of his boxer shorts and slowly bringing them down.
“Are you trying to tease me?” he asked with a slight hint of exasperation, looking down impatiently as she kissed his cock through the barrier. She brought her left hand out of the bottom of his boxers and placed it on the other end of the elastic band, still leaving her mouth affixed to his cock. She gripped the band tightly as she backed her mouth away from his cock and lowered them. As the boxers passed his thick, muscular thighs, she let go of the elastic band and allowed them to drop peacefully to the floor, exposing himself to Hannah’s face. She looked up with a smile, clearly impressed by the stature of his member. She placed it in her right hand and tried to hold it, but couldn’t wrap her hand around it. She brought her left hand up and held it with two hands, smiling at the treasure she unwrapped from within Jonathan’s pants. Hannah leaned forward and placed her mouth on the head, licking it slowly as she teased him. She moved both of her hands slowly up and down the shaft as her tongue slowly moved along the tip of his head.
He relaxed his muscles as he placed both of his hands on her head, wrapping his fingers around her blonde hair as she placed both of her lips on the head of his cock. He pulled her forward, meeting resistance as Hannah removed her mouth and looked up at him. “No,” she said with a seductive scowl. “You will do as I tell you.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said with a smile as he released his hands and placed them on the wooden walls. “I guess I’ll leave you to do your work.”
“You’re damn right, you will,” she said as she placed her mouth back on the tip of his cock and went back to licking the tip of it. Hannah lusted over Jonathan throughout her high school years, and even while away at college, she always wished that this moment would eventually happen. While this began as a schoolgirl crush when they were far younger, it blossomed into a seductress enchanting her mate and doing with him what she wished. She held his cock with both hands and gave in to his request, knowing that at some point, his masculine instincts would take over and start to force her, which would just mean that she would have to resist harder. She brought her mouth down on his cock, lowering her mouth down his shaft as far as she could before gagging. “I could only get it halfway down,” she thought to herself as she stroked him while the head of penis touched the back of her throat. “He’s absolutely huge.”
Her tongue worked around the base of his head and his shaft while she moved her head up and down. With soft, subtle moans coming from above her, Hannah’s ego grew. She was growing more comfortable with what she was doing, knowing that he was enjoying himself immensely. She continued with the same motions, driving the sensations further and pushing him to his limits. She knew she wanted to get him close but she wanted to make sure he had enough stamina left to give her something to remember; she wanted him inside her in the worst way.
She pulled the cock out of her mouth and held it in right hand, noticing how immensely hard it had become. “This thing feels like a rock,” she said as she rose to her feet and leaned up to his mouth. “I really want to see how well you can use this.”
Jonathan smiled as he turned around and placed Hannah’s back against the wall. She placed her arms around his neck and embraced him tightly as he placed his hands on her hips and picked her up. He pushed her against the wall as he slid her panties to the side and inserted his rock hard cock inside her. It slipped in with ease and Hannah let out a loud moan that could’ve alerted everyone around the door to the bathroom, though she didn’t care. Many of her friends have had sex in that same bathroom with other patrons, so this wasn’t a new occurrence for that establishment; just a new one for her. He thrust his thick cock inside her slowly, bouncing her on it while he held her tightly by the hips. She held on tightly as he increased the speed, allowing her to bounce quickly and make a loud thud with each thrust. His cock, a good eight inches in length, was fully penetrating her as it went all the way in before coming two-thirds of the way out. With each thrust, Hannah moaned in ecstasy, though she knew he wouldn’t last long; the blow job was too good for him to keep up. The motions continued as she felt his cock starting to throb inside of her, alerting her that the climax was near. She wasn’t close, but the experience was perfect. She was finally getting the sexual experience she craved so the end result was irrelevant to her. His face started to contort as he squeezed her hips tightly, feeling his cock starting to twitch before it exploded inside Hannah. He came hard inside of her while she held on tightly, continuing to bounce on his rock hard cock while he climaxed.
She pulled herself off of him as he stumbled backwards into the sink, looking over at Hannah as she gazed up at the ceiling. Her blonde hair was still perfectly restrained and her underwear never moved, though she possessed a look of satisfaction about her. “Was that ok?” he asked curiously, opening himself up to being hurt by the response.
“It was better than ok,” she replied. “It was what I always dreamed it would be like.”
He laughed while reaching down to the floor and grabbing his clothes. “You always dreamed it would take place in a bathroom of some dive bar?”
Hannah shrugged while she grabbed her pants and placed her legs through the openings for the legs. “This place is nicer than some of the places that I’ve had sex.”
“Now I’m curious,” he replied as he slipped his shirt back on. “Where is the dirtiest place you’ve ever had sex?”
She placed her black blouse back on and adjusted it before looking up at Jonathan with a smile. “I had sex once in a garage, surrounded by barrels of oil and grease,” she answered with a seductive glare. “I know I’ve always been a promiscuous girl, but it’s fun.”
“You don’t want to settle down and find a man to call your own?”
“No,” she replied without a hint of hesitation. “I’m not about that life. I’m about what’s good for Hannah and that’s it.” She looked at him while he buttoned his shirt and tucked it into his pants. She walked over and adjusted his shirt, helping to make it look as if nothing had happened. “What about you? Do you want to find the woman of your dreams and make her your wife?”
“Yes, that is what I want,” he said, answering as quickly as Hannah did. “It’s fun to have adventures like this, but sometimes, I do want to experience more. I want to find the perfect woman for me so that I can settle down with her and start a wonderful life.”
Hannah nodded. “So you want the American dream?”
“I do,” he replied. “I want that a lot.”
“Then I guess this was our only experience together,” she said as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. “What a pity.”
He smiled as she kissed him, looking over at the door with his eyes and wondering who was waiting for them on the other side. “I wonder…”
Hannah smirked as she stepped away and walked over to the door. She reached for the latch and pulled it back, opening the lock before placing her hand on the door knob and twisting it to release the other. She pulled the door back to see a familiar, and very perturbed, looking twin sister in front of her. “Hey Jonathan!” said Hannah with a playful smile as she looked back at him. “Your sister wants to talk to you.”
Jennifer looked at Hannah with an angry scowl as she stepped past her, leaving Jonathan leaning against the sink in the bathroom as his sister looked on angrily. Alexis, fortunately, was waiting for Hannah on the other side of her. “I saw that coming,” she said as they walked down the hallway and back out into the main area of the bar. “The moment you two started dancing, I knew it would end with your clothes off.”
“Alexis, how could you think that?” asked Hannah sarcastically as they looked out to see the rest of the group sitting at a table in the main area and the bar starting to calm down. “Some of my clothes stayed on.”