Chapter 1
A/N Hi guys, so I started something new, tell me if you like it! As for Nothing But You, I'll try update as soon as possible but I haven't started so.. oh and I started a tumblr yesterday if y'all are interested. its wildfores
Sara POV
It's not unusual to find myself here again, at a bar drowning my sorrows with alcohol while looking for someone to bring home. Ever since I broke up with Stacy I've been drinking. It wasn't unexpected, I mean when Emy and I broke up I was utterly destroyed. But at least that was a mutual breakup. Stacy however was a different story. After countless fights, endless nights full of yelling and screaming she finally called it quits. I didn't do so well then, and neither am I now. I never quite managed to bounce back, so here I am again, almost a year after the break up, drinking beer after beer waiting for someone to catch my eye. After my third beer, I see her walk in. She's wearing skinny acid wash jeans and a band t-shirt. She has this sort of tough look going on which I can't quite put my finger on why. It's like she's rugged, yet still classy. I wait for her to sit down and order what she wants before calling the bartender over, who has over the past couple weeks become by friend. "Hey Jack," I motion to him that I want to buy her that drink and he nods understanding me.
"Here," I hand him some money.
"Alright, anything else for you Sara?" I shake my head.
The girl gets her drink, looks over at me and smiles at me. I smile back and walk towards her, "Hey I'm Sara."
"Tegan," she shakes my hand with a sturdy grip.
"So are you new to Montreal?" I ask her having never seen her before.
"Yeah, I just moved here for a job," she tells me.
"And what job would that be?"
"You'll know soon enough. Come dance with me," she stands up, picks up her drink and grabs my wrist with her other hand.
I chuckle at her, "Do you always dance with strangers in a foreign city?"
"Your name is Sara you live in Montreal. My name is Tegan and I now live in Montreal too. What do you mean by 'stranger'?"
I just laugh and move along to the loud music. As minutes go by we start to move closer and closer together. Soon enough, her drink is gone and I'm grinding against her front, facing away from her. She takes hold of my waist and spins me still continuing the grinding. I slip my leg in between hers and we both look at each other. At this close distance I see how beautiful she actually is. Her gorgeous hazel eyes, perfect button nose, wide jaw and toned muscles. She's so fucking sexy. I think she noticed my staring and smirks before pushes her leg up slightly. From the effects of both the alcohol and this woman, I feel myself pool in my boyshorts. My hands move down behind her and I pull her even closer. With our faces inches apart, both our breathing becomes slightly ragged and I lean in. Our lips touch and I open my mouth slightly. Mouths dance together before she runs her tongue against my lip. My lips part even more and our tongues meet. After an intense make out session, I pull away and take her hand. I step off the dance floor and look at her, "Do you wanna come over to my place?"
"Um, sure, why not," she says after a short hesitation. I lead her to my car and I drive the short journey home. I unlock the door and open it wide for her to walk in. I close the door and walk to the kitchen realizing we probably need a couple more drinks. "Do you drink tequila?" I look over my shoulder to see her nod. With two drinks in one hand and the bottle in the other, I walk over to kitchen island. After more drinks and some talking, were both feeling the alcohol coursing through our bodies, though after becoming an alcoholic, I'm not as drunk as she is.
"So Tegan, you never told me what your job is," I say.
"Well, I'm a mechanic at a car shop and they told me to come here, so here I am!," she slurs.
I laugh at her and continue what I started during the beginning of the night, "I bet you'll look sexy in your uniform, all dirty and shit, fixing up cars."
"Oh my gosh Sara," she blushes, "No, you know who looks sexy? You do," she hops of the chair and walks over to me.
"Why me Sara? Out of all the girls at that bar why did you buy me a drink?" she says softer now standing so close to me. I feel my heart beat faster and get a little nervous. I'm never like this, usually I just get in their pants and then tell them to leave. Fuck. Keep it cool Sara.
"Well, why not?" I smirk and stand up before kissing her to distract me from my thoughts. Without breaking the kiss, I lead us to the bedroom. I back her up until her knees hit the bed, and unable to keep her balance, she falls down onto the mattress. She giggles as she scoots backwards and I just laugh as I get up and hover over her. I lean down to kiss her while my hands reach under her shirt to palm her full breasts. I pull away to take her shirt and bra off before stripping down myself. Once completely naked apart from my boyshorts, I lean back down but this time attacking her neck. She moans as I squeeze her breasts and lifts her hips to gain to find some friction. I straddle her and start to grind into her. She starts to squirm beneath me and reaches for her pants, "Sara... please." I sit back up and unbutton her pants before pulling them down along with her underwear. I'm met with a glistening sight. I move backwards and lie on my belly. Putting my arms around her thighs I run my tongue up along her slit then taking her clit into my mouth. She tastes so sweet. She gasps in pleasure and I smile as I move my tongue in circles. "Oh god," she breathes out. I move up and kiss her, slipping my tongue into her mouth letting her taste herself. I plunge two fingers into her and her back slightly arches. I pump in and out in a steady rhythm and attach my thumb to her clit. It's not long before she cums all over my hand. I slow down while she comes down from her high and I hear her sighs. I pull out completely and place my lips on hers while she flips us then scoots down lower. Watching her has gotten my clit throbbing and so when she runs her short nails down my thighs I can't help but beg, "Fuck, Tegan please." But instead she pulls down my boyshorts in a painfully slow speed. I grunt in frustration and she finally decides she's teased me enough because starts to run her tongue up and down my slit. My nerves are on fire and I know I won't last long. My hand goes to her head in encouragement for more. She thrusts her tongue deep inside me, pulling a gasp out of me. "Shit," I mutter as she speeds up, her nose hitting my clit. My other hand grips the bed sheet, my back arches and cry out her name as the orgasm takes over me. As I start to relax she moves slightly to my left and lies down on top of me. I'm surprised at how well our bodies fit together. "That was amazing," I breathe out. She nods as she reaches down and pulls the covers over us before relaxing back into me. Shit is she gonna stay here? I never keep the person around, I always make them leave. But I don't know about Tegan, she feels different. I'll admit it now. Sure in the beginning all I wanted was another girl to fuck then never see again, but honestly I wouldn't mind seeing Tegan again. A couple minutes pass and she starts to get up. Phew. I just watch as she puts her clothes back on. She really does have a beautiful body. I get up and slip on my shirt before following her out. "Will I see you again Sara?" she asks as I open the door for her
"Hmm… I don't know," I say honestly. For a split second I think her face becomes one of disappointment, but I could be wrong. Damn it I'll bedisappointed if I don't see her again.
"Bye Sara, "she says sweetly before walking away. Shit, I'm so confused right now. I don't want her to go but at the same time letting people go is all I know. Deciding to follow my gut I call after her, "Tegan wait!"
She stops and turns around, confused. I walk to her still dressed in nothing but a shirt barely covering things. "Tegan, wait, I wanted to ask you, would you like to go on a date with me?" My hands grip each other and I don't even know why I'm so nervous. I'm instantly relieved when I see her smile, "Sure, that'd be great." She reaches into her back pocket and gives me her card. I read 'Tegan Rain Quin – Mechanic' with her number written on the back.
A wide grin spreads across my face, "Alright, thanks. I'll call you Tegan, bye."
"Bye Sara," and she gives me the most adorable gummy smile. As I make my way back to bed I can't help but feel at loss. I haven't had a date in so long. It's not that I'm worried that I'd mess up or anything, but what if she breaks my heart just like Stacy did? Then I wouldn't know what to do.
