CHRIS
Girl in the red dress. Fucking hell.
I watch her from my place at the bar while she dances with her bestie and two other girls. A few different guys approach her, I’m assuming to ask her to dance, but she blew them off just like she did me.
It’s crazy.
I know women. It’s my job to know women and should be every straight male’s job too. If we, as male’s, all understood what she truly means when she says Uh huh or It’s fine or when it’s the perfect time to kiss her and how to kiss her, it would make our lives a lot easier. This girl though, she’s tough and looks fucking edible; which is why I couldn’t just let her walk away earlier. I want to say she’s playing hard to get, but it almost seemed as if she was annoyed just by my presence. Here’s the funny thing, now I keep catching her looking at me.
“So you just gonna sit here all night or are you going to drink?” Nard asks, nudging me. I’ve been sitting at the bar since I walked away from Red, trying to decide if I’m going to order another drink or not.
“Well, one of us has to drive, and you haven’t stopped drinking since we got here so…” I say, giving Nard a knowing look.
“Fuck that! We can take a taxi,” he slurs.
A very cute girl comes up behind him, and he turns; she rubs his chest and leans against him, throwing very flirty vibes. This girl is just his type, sporting a small tattoo on her midriff that says “Pixie”. Nard likes his women on the smaller side, maybe it’s because he’s so big, linebacker big. He’s about six-feet-four, I know because he’s about two inches taller than I am, and the guy has to be pushing at least 220 pounds. He turns on the charm and tells the girl he’ll be right with her.
“I’m not leaving my car here, plus we live an hour away. I can drink when I get home,” I say.
He shrugs.
Red catches my eye again, this time quickly looking away when I meet her gaze.
I smile to myself.
“Aye, man,” I say to Nard, snatching his attention from his pixie.
He turns to me, eyes glazed over.
“You see that girl in the red dress?”
She’s laughing and taking shots with a few people I recognize from earlier.
“Yeah,” he says.
“She wouldn’t dance with me. She won’t dance with anyone, but look at her.”
Nard looks at her again then looks at me confused.
“Stuck up?” he asks.
“Nah, stuck up girls are easy to spot. This girl though… she almost seems sad.”
“What? You got a hard-on for sad girls now?”
“No, asshole,” I laugh, “I just can’t figure her out.”
Nard looks back up at Red who is now taking selfies with a group of people in the crowd, and he looks back at me, again confused.
“She looks happy to me, man. Maybe she just doesn't like yo ass,” he laughs, pats me on the back, and takes the cute pixie girl to the dance floor.
I look from them to Liz who looks away once she sees me look at her again.
Fuck it. Sexy sad girl, I’ll play your game. Why not? I can’t drink anymore, and I plan on being balls deep in Haley later anyway, so what do I have to lose?
I wave the bartender down and order a drink for the girl at the end of the bar who’s been eye fucking me for the last twenty minutes. The girl is cute as shit and greets me with a bright smile when she approaches.
“I’m Kiara,” she says with a low sexy voice.
“Chris,” I smile, and she blushes.
She thanks me for the drink, and I invite her to sit. It doesn’t take me long to read her; she’s pretty obvious with how she bites her lip and makes lingering eye contact or how she keeps glancing down trying to size me up.
Yeah, it’s big, honey, and I’m sure if I told you to meet me in the men’s room with no panties on in five minutes, you’d be there in two.
Kiara and I sit through bar small talk. She tells me she’s visiting family for the weekend and desperately needed a drink. She continues to throw ‘fuck me’ hints the whole time we chat, sliding her hand up and down my leg until finally, I make an excuse to move away. I swear, I thought the girl was going to grab my junk.
A few songs later, I’m dancing with a really nice girl and notice Red looking at me again. Up until now I’ve played along and pretended not to notice, but she’s standing just a few feet from me. She has my fucking attention, and I can’t look away. I’m totally aware it’s a dick move to be dancing with one girl and eyeing another, but luckily, it’s a slow song and this girl has no idea what I’m looking at. Red’s eyes are a bit hazier than they were earlier, and she’s looking a lot less steady on her feet. I try hard not to let my eyes fall down her body because this time she’s not looking away either. Instead, she stares hard, holding me in her gaze, then she hands her drink to her friend and starts walking toward me.
For a second, my eyes move to the girl I’m dancing with as Red moves in on us.
“Excuse me. Do you mind?” Red says, tapping the girl on the shoulder.
The girl looks from her to me and back again, and before I can say anything, the girl shrugs a quick ‘fine’ and walks away.
She’s pissed. I probably didn’t handle that too well.
“You’re staring at me,” Red says as she places both of her hands on my shoulders. I feel like we are at my eight grade ‘Sadie Hawkins’ dance, so I hook an arm around her waist and pull her closer. She stumbles, falling against my chest.
“Are you drunk, Red?” I laugh as she straightens.
“No…” she bats her glassy eyes up at me.
“Okay, kind of, but you don’t try to change the subject on me, mister,” she laughs, and I can’t help but smile. We are dancing, sort of, but she’s mainly just leaning against me.
“So why were you looking at me like that?”
“Because I know what I want,” I say.
The smile falls from her lips as if she’s expecting me to say something else and blushes. Liz is as sexy as she is beautiful, and blushing looks good on her, drunk or not.
We stay half dancing half standing on the dance floor as I wait for her to say something, gazes at me for a half second longer then she simply says, “Give me your phone.”
I hand her my phone, and she adds her number under the name Mrs. Divorced.
“Call me when I’m not drunk,” she says with a smile then she walks away for the third time tonight.
An hour later, Nard and I are headed back to the house… or should I say Nard, his sexy pixie, and me.
They’re violating my backseat—and no, they’re not fucking—but from the sound of it, they might as well be. I’ll be kicking Nard’s drunken ass tomorrow. Nobody violates the Camaro… Well, only I violate the Camaro. We pull up to the house around 3:15 a.m. and from the looks of it, the house party is winding down. Only a handful of people sit in the living room around the TV playing Call of Duty.
“Aye, where’d y'all two assholes disappear to?” asks our roommate, Paul, without looking up.
“The Lounge,” Nard says.
“It got a little crowded in here,” he continues, eyes casually sweeping the room; he’s probably scanning for Rita.
Paul snorts a laugh when the true meaning of Nard’s comment hits him. “Well, you should be good now. Just about everyone left. Oh, Chris, Haley was looking for you.”
Grabbing my phone, I shoot Haley a quick text.
ME: Where are you?
HALEY: In bed.
ME: You should be in mine.
HALEY: I am.
My brows shoot up, and I laugh. I say goodnight to the guys and head to my room. When I open my door Haley is in my bed, lying on her stomach, in only a thong and heels.
“Fuck, Haley,” I groan.
She giggles and walks over as I pull my shirt over my head.
“How long you been in here?” I ask as I watch her kiss a slow trail down my chest.
“Not long,” she says as she kisses.
“Mmm,” I groan again when she starts to rub me through my pants.
This girl knows exactly what she wants, and she goes for it. I wonder if she’s as bold with anyone else or if it’s just me? It would really suck for the next guy if, by the time she settles down, she ends up a bore.
“Wait? How’d you know I didn’t have another girl with me?” I ask.
“I saw you guys pull up and once I realized the girl was with Nard, I walked across the yard and came in the back door,” she says then starts pulling at my belt buckle.
Before I can say another word, she has me out of my pants and in her mouth. If I had planned on arguing about anything else, it sure as fuck didn’t matter anymore.
A little over an hour later Haley and I are lying in my bed completely naked, her eyes heavy-lidded as she runs a hand through her hair.
“You seemed a little weird at first,” she says, exhaling a heavy breath. “You never worried about my random fuck pop-ups before. Do you have a girlfriend now or something?”
“No,” I answer with a shrug. “It just dawned on me how fucked up it would’ve been if I brought a girl home and you were already in my bed,” I say, then grab my boxers and jeans and slide back into them.
“Well actually,” she smirks, “it could be fun. We can always add another to the party.”
I chuckle and toss her clothes to her. “You’re wild.”
When I walk Haley out, I notice JJ sitting at the bar, the house is quiet; everyone else must have either left or gone to bed.
“Aye, man, you good?” I ask.
He looks up at me from his phone. “Yeah, man, just shit.” He shrugs, gesturing to the phone. “What’s going on with you? You’re dating Haley now?”
“Nah. We’re just hanging out. She’s a great neighbor,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.
“Yeah, I fucking bet,” he laughs.
JJ and I have been friends for a few years now, and outside of Nard, I’d say he may be one of my best friends.
“Let me guess. She was borrowing sugar in your room for the last hour?”
“Exactly.”
“You’re so full of shit,” he laughs. “Seriously though, she’s hot. I know you got MJ and all, but why not give it a real try with her?”
“What is it with you guys rushing to give your balls to these girls? Ty just moved out with his girl, Nard ducking his ex, and now you’re telling me to give my balls to Haley. I love my fucking balls right where they are. I’m good,” I say, then reach past him for his empty shot glass and pour both of us a drink. “Honestly. I don’t think about her much when I’m not here. There’s just nothing there with Haley. She’s great, but it’s just sex.”
“So, what? You’re never going to date?”
“I won’t say never, but having a girlfriend just feels like ‘extra’, you know? MJ and I are good.”
He shrugs, and we drink. JJ is usually carefree and the jokester of the bunch, but every now and then his inner bitch shows up and he comes at me with these heartfelt notions. He’s the only other former teen father I know, and it’s one of the reasons we’ve grown so close. His situation and living arrangement with his daughter is completely opposite from mine, but we both understand each other. Constantly juggling the responsible father hat with the Let’s go get into some shit to the twenty-two-year-old hat can be tough; still, we nut up and handle our business. I won’t be complicating things for myself anytime soon.