Zeva
Oh my God oh my God oh my God. What did I do last night?
My brain and a few choice body parts are absolutely screaming at me the moment I wake up. The whole night is a crystal clear blur. That doesn’t make sense, right? I don’t know. I just know that I still have the smell of a good, raw fuck on me, and I’m torn on whether I even want to wash it off or not. I look between my legs and see further proof of last night’s events that leaked out of me overnight. I barely even remember coming home last night, and not for the usual reason. I wasn’t drunk at all. Or, at least not on alcohol…
I need to get my thoughts out in the open. I can’t talk to anyone connected to the bar. Not that there would be any trouble, just…I just can’t face that. Not yet at least. I need to process things first. Ashley? No, she’s friends with the bar owner’s boyfriend’s sister. Charlotte? No, she put in an application just last week. Stacey. She lives right near the coffee shop too, and is a hard-core caffeine addict, and I know she won’t turn down a chance for some juicy chatter. It’s fine, I can handle her sort of judgment, I just need to talk.
I shoot her a text. “SOS morning coffee ASAP. I’m buying.”
The reply was beyond immediate. “YESSSSSSSSSSSS.”
By the time I arrive at the coffee shop she’s already sitting outside tapping her foot, a coffee and an unpaid ticket sitting ready for me as she sips her own drink.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here, girl?” Stacey smirks in mock disapproval.
“Shut the hell up, you live two seconds away,” I smile back as I set my bag down.
“Holy fuck. Stop RIGHT there. I know that walk!”
I freeze, not from her command but from embarrassment. My whole body is flushed, which doesn’t do my nether region any favors.
“You got fuuuuucked!” Stacey is practically dancing along with her sing song voice.
“Oh my God, will you quiet down for even a fucking second,” I drop down in my seat and cover my face. “You don’t need to tell the whole goddamn town, that’s why I talked to you in the first place! Jesus.”
“Okay okay. It’s just a huge fucking deal! Tell me everything!”
“Look, first off I’m super confused by the whole thing. I was dancing, getting everyone riled up as always, and they were all boring. But there was one table with these guys, and they just-“
“Baaaaaaaaaaaaack up. Guys, plural?” Stacey’s eyes grow wide.
I sigh heavily and walk her through the beginning of the whole evening in more detail, up to the point to when I got to their table.
“Holy hell, so this even happened at work? You harlot!”
“Well, yeah. It’s not that uncommon for it to happen there, jeez…” I take a sip from my drink to give myself a pause. “Anyways, I ended up leading all three back into the VIP room, and…yeah. It was incredibly exciting, and I wouldn’t just jump into bed--”
“Slut room,” she corrects me.
“BED. With guys I didn’t have actual feelings for. It’s not like I had just met them like your guy last Saturday.”
“First off that guy was notch number 46, not my first fucking gangbang while on the clock to pop my V card,” she giggles. “Plus, he bought me a coffee. What else was I supposed to do?”
“Say ‘thank you’ anywhere besides on your knees maybe?”
She sticks her tongue out at me. “Okay. So you got yourself wrecked by three bikers at the same time. Honestly, we’ve all been there,” she laughs. What exactly is the issue?”
“I already said. I actually like all three of them. How does that even work?”
“Normally? Badly. But I wouldn’t call any of this normal,” Stacey says, scrunching her face up. This is her normal ‘thinking’ face. “Well…I know if bikers are interested in relationships they treat it just like their rides; they’re incredibly dedicated, and take really great care of it. And I guess a biker could share his bike if it’s that important to him?”
“I’m not a bike, you know…”
“Judging by that walk they sure rode you like one!” Stacey laughs, but catches me glaring hard at her. “Okay okay, I’m serious now. I guess you gotta figure out if they actually like you or you were just a big conquest to them. From what it sounds like it’s gonna be the former, to me.”
“Hmm, maybe you’re right,” I say into my drink. “It was…incredibly exciting, though. They were so full of fire and passion; I’ve never experienced anything like it. Is that how sex always is?”
“Well, if he’s any good yeah,” she nods, obviously reminiscing briefly about some of her favorite romps. “I’d say a foursome is a little different, but mostly logistically I guess.”
We sip our drinks in silence for a few moments, both wrapped in our own carnal memories. Stacey breaks the silence again.
“Ok. Juicy detail time: How big were they?”
“Umm…well they were a bit bigger than most of the bulges I see at work. They reminded me of some of the guys I’ve seen in porn? I dunno. About so big?” I mime their sizes from memory with my hands.
Stacey’s eyes grow wide. “You’re fucking kidding right? Holy shit that’s gotta be at least ten, maybe twelve inches? And you’re telling me you can fucking walk after three of those!” She shakes her head. “If I didn’t know full fucking well you were a virgin YESTERDAY I’d say you were the biggest goddamn whore in town.”
I cough in response with a confused look on my face.
“Oh, in a good way,” she smiles. “I have a whole new respect for you, girl.”