"Whiskey, neat. Keep em coming." Rick looked around the dimly lit, smoke filled bar, occupied by people trying to drown their sorrows on Friday night, or looking for the answers to questions unknown at the bottom of an alcohol filled glass to get them to Saturday.

"I'll have what he's having." Rick followed the soothing voice and looked over at the woman who had just occupied the empty stool next to him. Her feet were in gold strappy heels, showing off her cute red painted toenails. Smooth skin the color of his morning coffee covered her calves and further up to the little bit of thigh that Rick could see peeking out from under the sheer overlay fabric from the skirt of her light pink dress. Before he could finish his scan of her body, the bartender set their drinks down in front of them.

"What are we drinking to sweetheart?" He turned his head to her and quickly finished his scan, loving what he saw, her body was dangerous and her face that showcased high cheekbones, a perfect mouth and suckable lips, framed by long dark brown locs was alluring and enchanting; his mood instantly started to lighten.

"You know sugar... tonight, let's drink to making the right decisions and living our best life."

"Sounds good to me." He raised his glass to touch to hers, but was stopped when she spoke again.

"Oh... and to assholes who don't know they've got a good thing. Fuck them and the pile of shit they stick their dick in." She touched her glass to his before she downed her drink and placed it on the wooden bar top, swallowing the whiskey down then blowing out a breath as the burn started to tingle her chest.

"You know sweetheart, that was the perfect toast for tonight." He motioned to the bartender to bring them another then tipped back his own drink.

"You got an asshole in your life?"

"A couple of em... You only got the one?"

"Yeah. Boyfriend... ex boyfriend. Told me tonight that he'd been cheating. I got all dressed up for what I thought was a date." She stood up so he could see her dress. A short light pink dress, cut low in the front to show off the luscious view of her cleavage. The dress hugged her upper body and then flared out at her waist, the hem of the overlay hitting just above her knees. She turned around to give him the whole 360 degree view.

"What in the world would make a man leave all of that?" He shook his head as her magnificent ass filled his eyes.

"I know, right. It was a long time coming though. I hadn't been happy for a while." She turned around to face him again with a wink. "But like I said, piles of shit... some people don't know a good thing when they have one." She brought her stool closer to him and sat back down. "You want to tell me your troubles sugar?"

"You in that dress is trouble sweetheart. What I got... are problems." He swallowed down his second drink.

"You want to talk about them, get it off your chest?" She brushed his arm with her fingers.

"Not too much to say really. I had a wife, had a best friend...now.. I don't. Like you said, an asshole and the pile of shit they stick their dick in."

"This just happen?"

"Bout three months ago."

"Why are you in here drowning your sorrows tonight?" Michonne motioned for the bartender again. "Round three's on me."

"We got married on this day... I guess I'm just not used to being by myself today."

"Well guess what?" She paused as their drinks were poured in front of them this time.

"What's that sweetheart?"

"You're not by yourself tonight. You got me sugar." She lifted her glass in the air. "One more toast." He lifted his glass also and waited for her to start her toast. "In the words of my dear departed grandmother, ...to getting over exes the best way she knew how…" Rick started to drink down his whiskey when she finished her sentence. "...under someone new." He nearly choked being mid swallow but was able to get it down and hold it together with a few coughs.

"Shit woman... your grandmother said that?"

"Oh she was a very insightful woman, outlived three husbands. We're certain she fucked two of them to death, but we can't prove anything." She winked at him again as she slowly sipped her drink.

"Who doesn't want to die with a smile on their face. Sounds like an honorable death to me."

"So what do you say blue eyes?" She was feeling brave because of the three drinks she'd just had, and she could no longer ignore is rugged good looks. Strong jaw covered in salt and pepper stubble, muscled arms and those beautiful blue eyes. "You feel like getting over these exes of ours?" She licked the alcohol off her lips and stared into his eyes.

"I think you've had enough." He chuckled and moved her glass away from her then asked the bartender for a glass of water. "I don't think you know what you're saying sweetheart." Rick shook his head from the thoughts he was having, trying to keep a grasp on the gentleman that he was. He saw her stand and she was next to him, smelling of vanilla and Jack Daniel's.

"I'm not that much of a lightweight, sugar. It was only three drinks." She moved closer to him, her lips only centimeters from his cheek as he stared down at the bar top. "You telling me, being under me...or me under you, wouldn't help with your problems tonight?" She watched his eyebrows raise slowly before he chuckled and turned in his stool to be face to face with her. Before he could say anything, she brought her hand to the back of his head, pulling him closer and licked his lips. Caught off guard, but not fazed, he pulled her in between his legs by her waist and decided to up the ante and press his lips to hers, opening his mouth slightly so that her tongue could be of better use inside his mouth. It was warm and tasted of the whiskey they'd both been drinking and soon, she began to moan and bite at his lips causing him to pull her in closer wanting to grind his ever increasing hard on against her body. Moments later she pulled away. "I hope this is your way of saying yes, cause I'd hate for my panties to be ruined for nothing."

"You're wearing some under this dress?" He asked her, figuring his gentleman ways could be set to the side for now.

"Why don't you find out." His large hands crept up the inside of her thighs, his fingers slightly rough from working hard.

"Can you tell me your name before I get there?" His hand stopped right below where the satiny fabric of her panties started, the heat that he felt made his mouth water.

"Does it really matter?"

"I'm Rick." He pressed his lips to hers again and felt a slight shudder from her within his arm as he drew her body even closer to him. "I need you to know that, so you know what to scream out in a little while." He pressed the hand between her legs against her center and slowly moved it back and forth. "Tell me your name."

"Michonne...fuck...I'm Michonne."

"It's nice to meet you Michonne." He pressed his lips to hers and spoke. "I have to say that you have to be the most beautiful woman I've seen in my entire life." He moved his hand slightly and his thumb was caressing her sensitive bundle of nerves that protruded from the front of her panties. Her eyes closed and he kissed her again, moving his thumb up and down across the satin, until he could feel her wetness seep through.

"It's nice to meet you too Rick." She whispered into his mouth.

"I like how that sounds. You live close?"

"Yes, but too far for what I want right now... there's a room in the back we can use."

"You've done this before?"

"Never, I just know there's a room... fuck...that feels so good."

"Then you'll love what's coming next." He removed his hand, licked his thumb and kissed away her disappointed pout. He reached for his wallet and dropped a couple of twenties on the bartop. "Lead the way." Michonne took a breath to steady herself and started walking down a long hallway towards the back of the smoke filled bar, the loud chatter of the patrons fading as they got closer to their destination. She turned the knob to an unassuming door and Rick followed her in. Looking around he saw that there was one lamp on a desk that basked the room in a low soft light and a couple of wooden chairs on one side and a huge cushy couch on the other side, other than that the room was pretty simple and basic. Rick closed and locked the door behind him then grabbed Michonne's arm before she could get too far. She turned to face him and was quickly pulled into his arms. His hands started at her shoulders and gracefully made their way down her back, skimming her waist then over her plump ass and further down to the hem of her dress, where he cupped the underside of her cheeks, lifting her feet off the floor so that she could wrap them around his waist.

"Damn, you're stronger than you look."

"I'm a man on a mission now."

"To get over your ex?"

"Nah, I was over her when your tongue touched my lips. Now I just want to make you forget about that asshole and his pile of shit."

"How will you do that Rick?" She moved her hips in a circle, feeling his warmth against her.

"There's a button that I can push that will make you forget every man that's ever let you go." With deft strength, he held Michonne up with one arm, and opened his pants with the other one.

"A button? You're gonna have to show me where it is." She was breathless, between feeling him within the confines of her legs and the fingers that he was using to move her panties to the side, she was on the verge of combusting with anticipation.

"You'll know when I touch it." He pressed the bulbous head of his needy cock to the entrance of her dripping pussy.

"Show me Rick." She felt herself inching lower onto his dick as she looked into his eyes, spellbound by the lust filled glaze in the nordic blue that surrounded his dilated pupils. When she was filled completely with every inch of his thick rigid length, she shuddered around him. He groaned as he felt her walls, wet and hot surrounding his dick.

"Shit." His knees started to feel weak and he turned his body to walk her to the door so that he could use it to prop her up and wouldn't fall over from the gratifying feeling of her pussy's hold on him. "Damn, Michonne." He closed his eyes to calm himself. Exhaling through his nose, he placed a hand on the door above her head and pressed her harder against the wooden surface and slowly started to pump in and out of her. "Fuck...you..feel..so good...Mmmichooonne…"

"You like that? Does it feel good to you?" She whispered to him holding onto the back of his neck as she felt all the nerves deep inside her begin to respond and cheer and cry out for more of him as the friction created by his dick sliding in and out of her started to ignite a euphoric tingling sensation that began in her toes and slowly crept up her legs. "Fuck me Rick...yes...like that!" She leaned her head down to kiss him and his strokes got deeper and harder. "Ahhh….Yes...yes…" Michonne pressed the back of her head to the door in ecstasy, allowing Rick to have a better glimpse of her smooth neck, which he immediately devoured with his mouth as his hand on the door moved to pull down the top of her dress freeing her breasts and the hardened nipples that he had felt against his chest earlier. His tongue led the way to her steeled dark succulent peaks, tasting of the salty sweat that he had worked up on her body. He stopped working her pussy with his dick, in order to concentrate on sucking and squeezing out her orgasm through her nipples. He could tell she was close and he wanted to feel every bit of her crumble all over him. With a huge inhale, Michonne closed her eyes and broke apart.

"Look at me." Rick demanded. He needed to see her, see her pretty brown eyes as she was rocked by a mind numbing orgasm. And that's exactly what she did as soon as her eyes locked with his. Her mouth opened and the most beautiful moan slipped passed her lips. He was so mesmerized, he didn't want it to end so he started to work her pussy again, not waiting for her to recover from the first one, he needed to hear the second one and hopefully the third one too. He fucked her with abandon, her pussy greedily accepting nothing less than all of him. He listened to her arousing moans and the gushy sounds they made as his cock touched that button deep inside her wet pussy, over and over again until she was once again rocked by another orgasm. "Shit... I'm starting to love the sound of you cummimg all over me." He slowed down just a bit, but never stopped.

"I'm starting to believe that this dick of yours has magic powers. It's pushed that button so many times I don't remember my own name. Mmmmm…"

"It's Michonne….Fuck….Michonne." She started to feel that familiar tingle in her spine as his strokes got faster and deeper so he could hurry to reach a well deserved completion of all his much appreciated actions. "Michonne...Michonne...Fuck!" His voice was gruff as he said her name, exploding within her as he gripped her thighs, pressing her harder against the oversized wooden door. She crashed again feeling his thick cock spasm inside her and bathe her walls with his cum. "Michonne…"

"That was...oh..my...Rick...that was amazing." She was able to speak after a few moments of just listening to each other breath. She was moving her hips in slow circles trying to calm her pussy down from the unrelenting pounding it just took while dragging gentle fingers through his hair, soothing them both. "Shit…" He kissed her, gently this time, softer, letting his tongue explore her mouth with more care and tenderness than before. Cautiously he pulled out of her and lowered her feet to the floor, holding onto her to steady her shaky legs.

"You alright?" Making sure she was leaned up against the door, he let go and started to pull down the hem of her dress before pulling his worn jeans up over his legs. He looked at her and her now shy face, beautiful in its afterglow; swollen lips, skin glistening with the sheen of sweat and eyes lazily fixated on him as they tried to stay open in her blissful after sex state. She nodded her head yes and exhaled a breath moving off the door to go sit at the desk.

"I..uh..I've never done this before. What do we do now…?"

"My first time too." He walked over to stand in front of the desk. "I'm not sure what happens when we walk out that door."

"That door…" She looked at the object that had helped Rick hold her up for so long. "I feel like I should take it home with me."

"I feel like I should take... you home with me."

"And what would we do at your place?"

"Same thing we did here, but in my bed." He took a deep breath and licked his lips. "I make a great breakfast. You like omelettes?"

"Mushrooms, bell peppers and cheese?"

"We can stop by the store on the way there and pick some up." She opened the bottom drawer of the desk and pulled out her purse. He looked at her questioning her new accessory.

"It's mine." She motioned with her hand across the room. "As well as this bar."

"This your office?"

"Yeah. I'll never be able to work in here without thinking of you now." She stood up to go, pushing the chair under the desk and walking to the door. "I'm ready if you are."

"I'm ready." Rick understood the double meaning of the word ready they both used, and wasn't scared a bit by it. He was excited and couldn't wait for what was in store for Michonne and him. "So what do you think about pancakes?" He opened the door and allowed her to walk through first before closing it behind them.

"They're my favorite."