I wanted to try this story out.
"Can you understand what I'm saying? Are you okay?" Says the girl hovering above me as I lie on the ground dazed. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
I find it amusing the way she was holding up three fingers with a look of worry on her face, "Six." I answer, trying to sound out it. I must have done a good job because she fell to her knees and freaks out, like she needs to breathe in and out of a paper bag. I try my best not to laugh, "I'm just kidding it's three. I didn't mean to...cause a mini meltdown."
I'm not sure if it was the way the Sun was shining behind her or the smile she gave in relief of the situation, maybe it was both, but she looks stunning. So much so that it made my breath catch in my throat. The way her dark raven hair fell over her tan shoulders perfectly, it's like one of those weird paintings that I confuse for a camera shot. Deep brown eyes, mesmerizing, but they have this vacant dead look about them. Can something be deadly beautiful? Not drop dead gorgeous, which she is in her entirety, just that it's indescribable.
"Oh thank goodness, I almost panicked. I was walking when I saw this soccer ball and I kicked it harder than I thought I did and you just happen to walk by when I kicked it and it hit you and I rushed over." I smile as I listen to her ramble. She must have notice she was rambling and her face flushes slightly, it's not that noticeable due to her ethnic skin, "And now we are here. How can I ever pay you back?"
"You could always let me take you out for a date." I propose wiggling my eyebrows. Dad always said that if you get hit on by a pretty girl you should ask them out. I'm aware that this and that are to different things still might as well give it a shot.
I sat up and she smiles at me, well it was more of a smirk, "How do you know if I swing that way?"
"I don't. I was hoping that maybe I'm attractive enough for you to let me give you a push on the swings, you know." After that she giggles the cutest giggle to ever be heard by human ears, "I got you to laugh that means I get a second date." She continues to giggle and rises one of her eyebrows in question, "Those are the rules Miss..." I trail off prompting her to give her name.
She never answers, "Brittany is my name. Susan is my middle name. Pierce is my last name."
"That's quite the introduction, no one around here has ever done that, and you must be new here."
"You are correct Miss I'm the new owner of XBreadstiX. It's a bar outside of this town, but the apartments here are cheaper than the ones where the bar is."
"You seem a little too young to own a bar."
"I'm 23 and I think it's not an issue of being old enough it's the way you handle it and knowing what you're doing. How old are you miss?" Again she didn't answers, "Are we still on for that date you owe me for possibly causing brain damage and that date after too?"
She answered with a maybe and then she left. She is one mysterious Miss. I like it like that.
/
My first night as owner is going really well. I'm sitting behind the bar eating the peanuts and watching the bartenders and waiting staff work now that all my paper work is done. Okay it's done for tonight I'll finish the rest later.
"Shouldn't you leave those for the customers?" Kurt, one of the bartenders, questions.
"I'll stop eating if you can tell me at least two times when a customer has eaten them." I offer.
We both laugh, "Fine eat all the nuts."
"Don't you do that already Kurt." His mouth drops open in shock, "Is that the face you make too?"
"Sassy and offensive you will be the best boss I have ever had the pleasure of having." He said giving me an appreciative smile while taking some of my peanuts, "And I don't make that kind of face I'm not a porn star."
"Yeah but don't you sometimes wonder what if. What if I was a bad one?"
"What if they try weird stuff like trying to fit a cactus up there?"
"What if when you go visit your grandma at the nursing home and one of her friends recognize you?"
"Do people that old even watch porn? That sexual well should be dryer than the Sahara Desert?" Kurt said as I nod my head in agreement.
"I think the only tree in the Sahara was knocked down by a drunk driver in 1973." I randomly say.
"I've heard that in 1895 in the entire state of Ohio there were two cars and they crashed into each other."
When Kurt finishes his sentence I turned him with all the seriousness I could muster, "We will be the best of friends I hope you know that. I want you to get ready I'm going to hug you."
Kurt laughs as my arms wrap around him. He hugs me back as Mercedes, one of the waitresses, comes up to us, "Brittany, Kurt, what have you been talking about?"
"Porn stars." I answer.
"Old people watching porn." Kurt answers.
"Drunk driver in the Sahara." Me.
"Stupid drivers in Ohio." Kurt.
"And now we are best of friends." I finish as I let go of Kurt, "What can I help you with Mercedes?"
"There is this woman sitting at table seventeen asking for you to come over. It has nothing to do with bad service or horrible food." She informs me seeing as I had visibly paled.
"Okay I can handle this. Umm I just have to remember what to do when customers want to see you."
/
"I was wondering if we could have that date now." Well what do you know? It's Miss. She looks so beautiful with her yellow dress on and hair curled.
I pretend to think about it, "I don't know it's my first day and I don't want my boss to get the wrong impression of me, but I suppose I could stay here with you for as long as you want."
"What if I want you to stay until dawn?"
"Hopefully I'll be up all night to get lucky." I said with a wink. I faintly hear Mercedes say oh home girl got some skill. "I feel incredibly under dress in comparison to you."
"Maybe if you get lucky we'll have the same amount of clothes on, which I hope is none." Kurt with his commentary: it looks like she isn't the only one who has come to play. "Your employees seem to be enjoying themselves."
The ways she smiles kind of made my insides melt, "Waitress come to table seventeen." I call out, "You can order anything you want, it's on the house."
/
"So I was sitting this table drawing and these people were talking about relationships and listening to songs. Sean Kingston's Replay came on and this girl said, 'Aw this reminds me of us because all of our friends were around when I first saw you.' I immediately said no, stop, do not do that. No me gusta. I have nothing against relating your life to a song but not that way." Santana said through a laugh as I laughed with her. She finally told me her name.
She is hilarious, "Did you really say that?"
"Yeah and I almost got into a fight with her. She told me to go put my face in a bear trap." Our laughter came down and now we are staring at each other.
The night has been amazing. We talked about nothing and everything, she flirted and I flirted back, and Mercedes commented and Kurt commented. It's fifteen minutes till closing, "It's 1:45 we'll be closing soon."
"Thought you said you would stay as long as I want you to."
"Don't do that. You really spend all night here?" I pout. The lights in the restaurant part of the went off and it was dark. I got up from my chair and made my way to Santana and held her in a vice grip. I don't like the dark!
"Hey someone turn the lights back on." I heard Santana yell. Just like that the lights are back on, "Brittany."
"Brittany I'm so sorry I thought you two had left." Kurt said standing by the light switch.
"It's fine, an honest was made, no big deal." I let go of Santana and stood up. Santana stood up too and pressed her napkin under my eyes. I must have started crying, "I'm not making the best impression now, am I?"
"I think I made a worst one earlier today." I smile remembering how she had hit me. "We can leave now."
/
We are in my apartment, on my couch, making out. We were watching TV and she climbed on top of me. Her lips are so soft. I'm loving the way they feel against mine. The way her body is moving in sync with mine is magica- wait something just poked me.
"Wait something's poking me."
"It's just my penis." She explained then we went back to kissing. Oh it was her penis, I was about to freak- penis!
"What?!" She lifted up her dress and pulled down what I believe to be compression short sure enough she had a penis, "Well...that is something."
"Is that a problem?" Her voice sounds so sad, heartbreaking even. I bet this isn't the first time this has happened.
"It's...something." I can't think of anything else to say. It's not every day you see a person like this.
"I should go." She pulls up her shorts and pulls down her dress and gets off of me. She opens my door and before she left she said, "Sorry it didn't work out."
/
With Santana over my shoulder I open the door to my apartment, "Brittany put me down." She whines. After she had left I got up and went after her. I put her down on the couch and sat next to her, "Why did you bring me back here?"
"Well if I hadn't more than likely there would have been so much angst. I would be like where oh where did my beautiful Latina go to and I could not let that happen." I said as I climb on top of her similar to the way she had earlier, "We don't need that now do we?"
She let out a giggle, "No we don't." She connects our lips.
/
"So, Brittany, how is it going with your lady friend?" Mercedes asks. Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina, another waitress, and I were sitting at the bar eating the peanuts.
"Really well, we have another date tomorrow." A few days after I cleared up our misunderstanding we decided to be intimate another time, "I'm taking her to the movies, the one down the street from here."
"That's nice to know but I was asking if you two did the nasty." Mercedes said looking at Kurt and Tina that were nodding in agreement.
"We are waiting."
"Tomorrow definitely." Kurt said.
"I agree with Kurt." Tina.
"Well it was obvious." Mercedes, "We all agree that the boss is getting laid tomorrow."
"Everyone stop talking about my dating life. Go to work."
/
"Hahaha!" This movie is so funny. I'm probably the loudest one in the whole theater. I don't even care.
"Brittany what are you laughing? That man just got shot in the foot as he ran away." Santana must not understand the humour of the situation. Mobster movies are the best.
"Yeah you could say he got a start on the wrong foot."
"You have the most twist since of humor."
"Just like that guy's neck that was good one Santana." I put my arm around her shuffling a little closer.
"Well try to keep your laughing down not everyone here can see the movie the same way you do." I kiss her cheek to show my compliance with her wishes. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep from laughing if I watch the movie so I opted for the view of my date instead.
"You look beautiful."
She turns to me with a smile on her face, "Yeah I do don't I?" How modest, "Thanks, you look gorgeous yourself, much better than our first date."
"Shut up, I looked hot." I pout.
"Of course you did." She kisses my pout away, "You want to skip out on the rest of the movie?"
/
"Santana." I moan when she began to knead my breast. We are on my bed without our shirts and bras on and Santana on top grinding our clothed centers together. I gasp when I felt her warm mouth on my hard nipple. The way her tongue is swirling around made my hips buck into hers hard.
"God Brittany." She said with her lip still on my nipple and met my hip with as much force as I had. She moves over to the other nipple doing the same as the first.
Her hands slid down my body and one in my pants. She is rubbing the outside of my panties. I know I'm wet and she feels I'm wet.
"Brittany you're so wet." She husks, it is beyond sexy. She pulls them to the side and slides two fingers in. She has a steady pace going and it feels so good, but...
"Santana." I encourage her to move faster by thrusting my hips at her. She must take the hint because she is going at least five times faster that she was before. If she kept this up I would be coming way too soon.
"God, Santana, slow down. I'm about to come." That spurs her on because if possible her fingers get faster. Not only that but she found my spot that combined with the way she is staring into my eyes, I came undone.
"Fuck!" I yelled in pure ecstasy. She keeps pumping her fingers until I ride out my orgasm.
"Brittany, you look so beautiful." She compliments as tugs her pants down. When she was done with hers, she pulls off my pants and panties. She never broke eye contact. I pull her in for a kiss and she kisses me back. I moan against her mouth as I feel her length line up with my center.
"Wait, what about a condom?" I ask breaking the kiss. Safety first no matter how hot you are.
She looks away bashfully and slightly embarrassed, "I can't get you pregnant if that's what you're worried about. I also don't have any diseases. I can still put on a condom if you want."
I place my hand on her cheek to gently guide her eyes back to me, "Thank you, but it's fine you don't have to." I wrap my arms around her neck bringing her back down for a kiss.
"Ready?" She asks breaking the kiss. I nod and she slowly pushes in.
We both gasp at the feeling. I feel so full with her inside me. She began a steady speed much like before. There are no words to describe how good this feels.
"Brittany." She pants, "You feel amazing." With that she ups her speed causing the room to fill with my moans and her grunts. Her hand slid down rubbing my clit.
"Oh God." I'm still sensitive from earlier I'll be coming at the rate Santana is going she is too.
I felt myself clenching around her and I felt her coming inside me. We came. The both of us did it at the same time. It was special. I can feel her cum spill from inside me and as she grew flaccid.
Now were lying in my bed still staring into each other's eyes. We just had amazing sex, probably the best I've ever had, but all I can think about is her eyes. Even though it has been a short time and seemly I just met you, I can tell that they are different.
They are still the same mesmerizing deep brown as before, but they aren't as vacant anymore and I'd like to think I helped with that.