Stephanie

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I debated ordering something else. One sip of what Emma got me and I was already revolted by it. I thought about something with a whole lot of sugar that was more juice than liquor, but did I even really want to get drunk?

One drink wasn't going to turn me into a wild and crazy party girl. I wasn't that much of a lightweight. I wondered how much it would take, or if it just took a Ryan to bring that out in me, and I definitely couldn't order a Ryan here to reach that point.

Not that I wanted to. If I ever saw Ryan, or anyone who even remotely resembled Ryan again, it would be too soon. That asshole was the reason I almost flunked out of college in freshman year.

"Ooh, I see some goods," Emma spoke up, elbowing me in the side, and pointing toward some guy in a sports jersey, "College boys are easy."

"College boys are idiots," I replied. I knew all too well from experience.

"Exactly." She grinned, leaving me alone.

I contemplated using it as an opportunity to bolt. Say I got a nasty headache or something. Emma would understand even if I was lying to her and she knew it.

"Aren't you brave to be out at a bar alone, little girl?" A voice said behind me.

Little girl? He was talking to me like he was my father or something. I turned to face the person talking to me and it wasn't my Dad, but someone definitely old enough to be just that.

He then had the audacity to take Emma's former seat right next to me. My skin was crawling and I wanted to bolt up and run immediately.

"You need someone to take care of you, darling?" He had a skullet. The kind with a ponytail. He was already sweating, and I was sure that he would reek to high hell if I wasn't being gassed by the overwhelming amount of cologne he was wearing. "I have to say though, you're really courageous coming here all by yourself."

I usually tried to respect the English language, and not come up with new words or further the use of words that were just made up for no apparent reason.

Seeing this guy, I was suddenly emboldened to push Merriam-Webster to make 'rapey' a properly recognized word, with this guy's picture as the example.

I wasn't going to be so easily shaken though. "Yeah, I'm so brave, coming to a twenty-somethings bar all by myself like this. Who knows what kind of fat, ugly creeps could come up to me and try to talk to me?" I sniffed the air. How much cologne did this guy soak himself in?

"You just get to know me. I'm the one who can show you a mighty good time." He shifted his eyebrows suggestively. I was incredibly tempted to rip them off his face. "Especially getting to know me, you know, in a Biblical sense."

"I don't want to know you in any sense of the word." I stood up. I was done with this place. Emma meant well to bring me here, but this wasn't my environment. I wasn't going to meet the man of my dreams, and if I was going to be sexually harassed by a prick like this, well, I had more than enough of an excuse to leave.

Standing up, I made sure I had everything together, and headed for the door.

I didn't even need to turn around to know that he was following me. His stench was more than enough. "A girl like you is going to wind up old and alone with two dozen cats if you keep treating fine men like me like this."

"The cats sound a lot better than you," I retorted.

He cut me off in front of the door. "I'm not going to let you throw away a good thing like this, girl." He smirked.

I could tell he legitimately believed he was the hottest shit on the planet. He didn't think he was a fat balding stereotype of some sort, he thought he was a hell of a catch.

"Seriously, move your fat ass."

"The only fat ass I want to see move is yours, bouncing up and down in front of me," he said, again making with the stupid eyebrow movements.

His audacity continued, him reaching around and pinching me in the ass he wanted to see so dearly.

Rage was building fast. I always thought myself as a girl who was in damn good control of her temper. It took a lot to fluster me.

Or so I thought.

"Firm with just the amount of softness, me likey," he grinned.

That was it. I didn't care if it was illegal, I wanted my knuckles imprinted on his cheek.

"What's going on, babe?"

My anger was suddenly interrupted by confusion. Another man had shown up, and thrown his arm across my shoulder.

I should have been pissed someone else was touching me without my permission, but I don't even think that thought entered my head. I looked at the new man in the picture.

Man was most definitely the right word. His arms... man, they were absolutely jacked. Not to the point of veins looking like they were about to pop, but absolute pure muscle. The shoulders that were side by side with mine made me feel meek and kinda powerless next to him. Messy, delightful, sexy hair that I wanted to pull on in the throes of passion. Eyes that were fixed on me, looking at me with a wisdom I never would have expected for a man built like this.

Wait, sexy hair I wanted to pull on in the throes of passion? I had just looked at this guy and I was already having sexual fantasies about him?

The hell was wrong with me?

"Excuse me? I was talking to this lady," the fat man said.

"This lady here is my girlfriend. Looked like you were trying to pick up my woman."

"Well, um," he paused, now with someone twice his size bearing down on him. "It's her right to choose, you know. Maybe she wants to be with me."

"That's not the case is it, babe?"

I looked at the new man, and at the creep. Girlfriend? This man had a lot of audacity himself to be calling me that.

Until, well, I started to realize his gambit. "Why, no, um, honey," I said, instantly realizing I wouldn't call a boyfriend who looked like him honey of all things, "I would never leave you for a guy like him."

"Oh, um," Creep stuttered. He stepped away, muttering his next words low, but not quiet enough so I couldn't hear him. "Another spoiled bitch falling for a ‘roided up lunkhead..."

Apparently I wasn't the only one who overheard the creepy bastard's comments. "What was that, buddy? You say something about my girl?"

"Um, uh..." He forced a grin.

"Ralph? Ralph, what the hell are you doing in here?!" A woman called out from afar. Coming out from behind the bar was a woman holding a frying pan, and holding it in a way where she was planning on using it as an improvised weapon. "Get the fuck out of here before I call the police."

Me and my 'boyfriend' exchanged glances of confusion. Then I looked at him longer, because I really quite enjoyed looking at him.

"Fuck, stuck-up bitches!" Creep shouted out, rushing past us and out of the door.

The bar tender came up to us, now with the pan at a less hostile position. "I'm so sorry, fellas. We've been dealing with that perv for months."

"Months?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's some sort of sex offender or whatever. Well, um, I don't think he's on a list yet, but he's been banned from every traditional college and twenty-somethings bar in town."

"I have a hard time believing anyone would buy what he's selling," I replied.

"That's why I don't think he's on the list officially yet. He's one of those weirdos who goes on about how he gets older but college girls always stay exactly the same."

"Jesus," my 'boyfriend' said. "You think about hiring a bouncer or something?"

"Not necessary. He's a coward. This frying pan is the only security I need against him." She smirked. "I do have to apologize for it. Hit me up at the bar, and I'll get you a drink on the house. Need more cute couples like you two coming around. Makes for a good atmosphere."

"Um, actually," I said, thinking of trying to correct her.

My 'boyfriend' was quicker. Pulling me closer, and pinching my ass. This ass pinch didn't make my skin crawl, though. In fact it was the furthest thing from it. "Thanks," he said. "I'm sure me and my girl will take you up on that."

"Good, good. Have a nice night, you two." She winked, and then returned to her post behind the counter.

I was then, finally, alone with my 'boyfriend' for the very first time.

Sure, I pushed away from him, and looked at him with shock, but I was sort of shocked how slow I was about it. Like I was enjoying being in his side-hug a little bit too much.

"Um, sorry," I said, realizing I was a bit sudden and rough with my departure from him. "Thanks, I guess. I was trying to shake that guy for a bit."

"It's no problem," he replied. He didn't seem phased by my awkwardness. "I can't let a pretty girl like you be harassed by a scumbag like that."

I involuntarily shot him a playful glare. "What, if I wasn't pretty, you'd allow it?"

"That's not what I meant." I managed to get a smirk out of him.

"Did you really need to make the bar tender think we're in a relationship too, though?" I crossed my arms. "Sounds like she would have just been fine with anything to get rid of that guy."

"What, does the thought of being my girl offend you so much?" The way he was looking at me, well, there was attraction there. Just because I'd kept myself mostly virginal didn't mean I was oblivious to noticing when a guy was into me.

This guy? Totally into me. "Just seems like a bit much to jump right to that when we don't even know one another's names."

"Name's Trevor. Surprised you don't know me without asking."

"What? Are you some sort of celebrity or something?"

"I guess only a local one." He paused a moment. "For now, anyway."

"Oh my, don't we have a bit of an ego." What was that scent? With the cologne monster gone, my nose was growing more sensitive to what else was around me. How the hell did he smell hot on top of everything else?

"I've done enough and experienced enough to know that sometimes an ego is deserved, and I do believe I deserve it." He smiled, and I couldn't help but glance at his tongue and wondered if he had any skill with it.

Jesus, Stephanie. I mentally slapped myself. I don't know this guy, I don't even know if he eats pussy, yet here I am, thinking about it. "What. you appear in a local car commercial or something?"

"You really don't know?"

"I'm not acting confused because it's something I enjoy doing."

He paused. He opened his mouth, then stopped himself. "No. It's not important. What is important? What is the name of the lovely lady who I'm talking to?" He flashed another grin.

"Um, uh," I paused, smiling back. Name? Why was he flustering me so easily? Sure, I wasn't constantly swatting off suitors, but I wasn't so pathetic to be a jabbering mess in front of a cute guy. Of course, none of those cute guys were anywhere near as hot as Trevor was. "Stephanie," I finally managed to spit out.

"That wasn't so hard, huh? But now that we know one another’s names, we can jump into that relationship thing, right?"

"It doesn't work like that."

"Guess I have to woo you more. Can already tell you're not going to be easy for me."

"Maybe I should be." What the hell did I just say?

"I can respect an easy girl just as much as one who wants to play hard to get. The chase can be fun... or just getting right down to what we both want is good too."

"What I want? Hmph. Awfully presumptuous of you." I must have been coming off as schizophrenic to him. Which, to be fair, was exactly how I was feeling.

He threw his arm around me again, this time with no pretense of rescuing me from a creep. "I'm used to getting what I want, okay? I mean, I respect women enough that if you tell me to fuck off, I'll fuck off, but I'm not hearing those words from you."

The butterflies were so damn strong. Anxiety was high. I was almost tempted to use his words as an out to escape. "Well, you did save me from a bad man, it would be impolite to tell you to do that."

"That's the only reason, huh?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

I looked over his shoulder and saw Emma. Another potential out. Or so I thought.

She was already with a cute guy of her own. It wasn't the crowd she went after, but she saw me with Trevor, and proceeded to give me a huge enthusiastic smile and thumbs up. She wasn't going to rescue me from my rescuer. She was all too happy to let me be lost in this strange hot guy in front of me.

I was a bit happy about it too. Just that I was feeling everything else as well. I hadn't felt this clusterfuck of emotions since... well, ever.

Not even Ryan caused this sort of mess of emotions inside of me. My mind screaming for me to run away to where it's safe, while my clit was urging me to jump on him and fuck him right here in the middle of the bar.

I wasn't even an exhibitionist, but it didn't matter, the temptation was still there, and boy, was it strong.