“We’re a terrible influence,” Marty laughs as the three of us lounge around our favorite bar. The guys bought me a drink, but they have my card so that I can’t overdue it.

“Hey, he’s earned it,” Tyler reasoned, “two full weeks at his new job, and not a single screw up.”

“Your confidence in me is overwhelming,” I say as I take a swig of the beer they had bought me. It’s nice and rephrasing –just what I needed.

“So how is it having this moron as a roommate?” Marty asks Tyler while throwing his thumb my way.

“I kind of miss him not working. He kept my apartment clean like a good little housewife,” Tyler teases.

“Well,” I joke, “if my hubby would just clean up after himself, I wouldn’t have to spend half the day cleaning up after your mess.”

Marty laughs. “Glad you’re starting to sound like your old self again, man.”

“You’re not the only one,” I say.

“So, not to put a damper on things, but have you seen Brandi lately?” Marty asks.

“No, why?” I ask.

“Not dancing while she’s doing rehab on that elbow of hers has caused her to put on a little weight. Like, her face is puffy and shit. I’m just used to seeing her looking like an anorexic,” Marty says, and I shake my head.

“I’d rather just not talk about her,” I say.

“Sorry,” Marty grumbles under his breath. He’s not that sorry. He thinks I'm a pussy about the whole thing, but he won’t say it. In his head, I’m recently single –so I should enjoy it. He, however, just got tricked into letting his overbearing girlfriend move in. She’s got him on a chain.

“Hey, Jonathan, the chick at the bar is eyeballing you,” Tyler says, and I glance over.

He’s right; I shoot the girl a grin, and she embarrassingly looks away. “So, I’m heading to the bar,” I say.

“Of course, you are,” Marty says.

I wink at Tyler, “You might want to hang out here for a while.”

“Stay out of my bedroom, you pig,” Tyler warns.

I laugh and trot myself over to the bar and introduce myself to the woman who had been making googly eyes at me. “Hey sweetheart,” I say kindly, and she grins. “You look like you’re by yourself?”

It’s not exactly a pickup line, but over the years I’ve learned that most women prefer conversation instead of cheesy one liners. We introduce ourselves, and soon we’re deep in conversation, and I can tell she’s already had a bit to drink. Tyler and Marty send a couple of drinks our way to help me out since they kind of stole my card.

I win her over eventually, and Tyler gives me this dirty look as I walk out the door with her –warning me not to fuck on his bed back at the apartment. I decide not to take her back to the apartment at all; instead, we find her car and drive it around back. I was seated in the passenger’s seat, so once we find a discreet parking spot, she climbs over into my lap and starts kissing my lips. I guess I still have my looks because I doubt there’s anything I said that could have talked her into jumping in the car with me having just met.

She pulls my pants down and drops hers too –with much difficulty in the tight quarters. She grabs hold of my shaft –a little violently for my taste, but I go with it. She rubs me with the palm of her right hand and then reaches down and plays with my testicles with her other, laughing like she thinks this is somehow entertaining. “Mmm…” she says in anticipation as she spreads her legs and climbs up further on me, teasing me slightly by rubbing her inner thigh against my cock. “Give it to me,” she says and slowly slides down onto me.

Her car shakes as she bounces up and down on me; I start to reach up into her shirt and play with both of her breasts, cupping one in each of my hands. “You’re so hot,” I tell her; we have obviously thrown out any sort of romantic talk; this is just a dirty fuck in the parking lot of a bar.

“Do me harder,” she says, and I make the suggestion that we climb into the back of her car and lay the seats down. She seems pretty enthralled by this idea, so we get right to it –climbing over her front seats in order to get into the back.

Now we have a lot more room. Not much –but enough. I get on top now, and I have her take her shirt off. I yank her out of her bra, and now she’s lying out completely naked under me. She has a serious tan line like she had been out to the beach recently. I notice, though, that her breasts don’t appear any paler; she must have taken her top off wherever she had tanned at –the only line she has is at her waist. “Damn,” I say when I get a full view of her.

She turns over onto her stomach, “Fuck me from behind.” She gets up on her knees and spreads her legs for me.

I grin and force myself into her; my head hits the ceiling of the car, but that doesn’t stop me. I pull out just as I am getting ready to cum, and I make a mess in the back of her car. We part ways after that, and honestly, I’m not feeling that satisfied at all. I guess I had gotten used to being married and coming home to the same woman every night –not coming home to fucking Tyler and his sketchy apartment. This isn’t what I want. A small part of me wonders if I could ever win Brandi back, but I’m not going to try to fool myself. I got to get right. No more drinking. No more fights. Nothing stupid like random sex in the parking lot of a bar. I have got to get my life back on track.