Well guys, I'm gonna break this into parts because I don't have the whole thing written, but I wanted to start with this at least and see how you guys liked it.
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Ashley's POV
"Cell phone?" Ethan asks as he puts himself together.
I respond while thinking about the question, "…check."
"Keys?" He asks, looking every which way, glancing around the room.
I slap around through my purse and then feel a little prick. "Yupp."
He takes in a little breath and then asks, "Ring?"
I pick up my hand and glance at it, "Of course."
He asks one more question, "Whose car are we taking?"
I begin to walk towards the door as I say, "Is that even a question? Come on. We're taking my car. It lures in all the babes." I wink at him and he smiles. He should be used to this routine by now. We've done it for the past three years.
I ask Ethan as I lock the door, "Where to tonight?"
He answers in a simple form, "How about just the usual tonight? I don't feel like going far to pick up girls."
I shrug my shoulders and respond, "Okay. Just don't complain to me when all you see are townies."
We walk out of the apartment complex and hop in the car to drive to the middle of the town. I squeeze the car into a really tight space and get out. Ethan and I take out our VIP cards and immediately show them to the bouncers, without waiting in the long, obnoxious line. We don't have the time or patience to go through that kind of wait. There are many girls to meet and so little time.
One advantage of going to a bar in your own town is being able to know a lot of the people there, which is sometimes bad. I can ask Ethan if knows a certain girl and if he does, he usually can give me the scoop and it'll help me pick up the chick and vice versa.
Tonight doesn't seem like one of those nights, though. I don't see many familiar faces, which is going to make this a struggle for Ethan and me.
We immediately hit the bar and grab a drink to toast to the night. Then we break away and swoon anyone and everyone. That's the ritual and I don't plan on making any changes to it anytime soon. Ethan usually goes after the straight girls and I the ones who play on both teams. He doesn't know it, but I get more looks and winks from the straight girls than he does. But I could never tell him that because it might put a damper on his "game."
I have a plan for each girl I encounter. If she is with a group, I play along cool and try to make friends will the whole clan to woo the girl I'm interested at the moment. If she is alone—dancing or drinking—I walk up to her and casually make conversation and take it from there. And if I find I'm really attracted to the girl off the bat, I pull out the ring and propose to her right on the spot. I've done that quite a few times and they never turned into anything, even though they all said yes when I proposed. Ever since the last one, I haven't found anyone worthy of kneeling down on one knee to express my infatuation. It seems like tonight will just turn out like the rest—bring home the hottest girl and have hot and heavy sex and of course have a mutual agreement that's its just going to be a one night stand and nothing more. That's why I like to take home the sober girls. They usually stick to their words that they make at the bar.
I scope out the bar and don't see anyone that clearly catches my eye. I turn around and ask the bartender for a shot and immediately ingest it. I slide the glass closer to the bartender and place some money down. I turn around completely and see Ethan, in a chair, with his hands full of women. There must be about four or five of them surrounding him. Where are my women?!
I look to the right and see out of the corner of my left eye, the most gorgeous thing that has ever entered my eyes. My mouth drops instantly at the sight of her. I turn my head to get a perfect view of her face. Her dirty blond hair bounces off her shoulders with each step. Her baby blue eyes are as calm as the sea. The girl continues to walk to my left as I stare her down. She walks into an open area and I quickly get a glimpse of her body. She's tall and has a very attractive body.
The girl walks closer towards the bar while my heart beats faster, the closer she gets to me. She wraps around all of the people and steps up to sit in a seat in the bar area. I see her mouth move, talking to the bartender, but I can't make out any words. I wait as the guy prepares her drink and hands it over to her.
Suddenly, a hand snaps its fingers at me. I look to my right and see Ethan with his look, "Would ya close your mouth? You're gonna catch flies."
I close my mouth, but then open it soon enough when I ask, "Do you know who that is?" I point over to the girl I just witnessed a few seconds ago.
He studies her a little bit and then replies, "Hmm…no I don't. I've never seen her around. Have you?"
I give him the idiot look and say, "No I haven't, that's why I was asking you."
He watches my facial expressions, or lack of, for a few moments and then says, "Well are you gonna go over there or can I claim her?"
I release my arms from the counter and say without expression, "I'm proposing."
He's in shock, "What?! Are you sure you want to?"
I mumble to myself, "I would be an idiot if I didn't do it."
I slowly walk over to the girl, reaching into my pocket for the ring. I pull it out and take a few more steps and then stand in front of her. I get down to business and down on one knee.
I make my little speech as she gives me a very weird look, "As soon as you walked through that door, my eyes were immediately glued to you. I think you are the most beautiful person that has stepped foot on Earth. Will you marry me?"
She chuckles, pretty loud in fact. She answers, "I'm honestly very flattered, but I'm not looking for marriage right now."
I stand up and answer, "That's okay. I can wait." I slip the ring back into my pants.
She smiles genuinely, "That's very sweet of you, but shouldn't I know your name at least?" That smile of hers is making my heart flutter, severely.
I reach out my hand for a shake, "I'm Ashley."
She grabs my hand and shakes it gently, "Spencer. It's nice to meet you."
I greet, "It's very nice to meet you."
She's becoming embarrassed quickly and her cheeks start to get red. She lets out a breath of air, "Do you propose to all the girls around here?"
I answer, "No. I only propose to extremely attractive women."
She asks, "So who's the ring for?"
I pull it out of my pocket again, "It's for you. That's why I proposed."
She gives a very confused face, "Wait, you're not some stalker who knows my schedule and has been planning this moment for the past few years, are you?"
I quickly shake my head back and forth as I say, "Oh no. It's definitely not like that, I absolutely promise you that."
She's still a little wary of the situation. She asks, "Are you sure?"
I rush out my words just so I can prove to her I'm not some maniac, "Yes. I'm positive. I honestly just saw you for the first time just a few moments ago. I just immediately noticed you walking through the door and I just knew there was something magical about y—"
She grabs my face in a sexual way and plants her lips onto mine. She gets a good feel for my cheeks, lips…and tongue. I put my hand on the left side of her neck to make the kiss more passionate, but after a few moments, she breaks away from me, leaving me wanting more of her loveliness.
My eyes are sorta closed as I try to grasp what just happened. Can I have more, please?
I open my eyes to see Spencer looking at me, slightly biting her lip at the same time. It looks like she's anticipating more as well, but I'm going to let the opportunity slide for now. I want to know what she thought of the first kiss. I give her the "So?" look.
She compliments, "Charming and a good kisser. I'm impressed." She smiles as she gazes into my eyes.
I say in a soft tone as I point a finger in mid air (I'm nervous, alright?), "I wasn't kidding about the stalking thing, you know."
She assures, "Oh I know that. I just didn't want to waste any more time so I just kissed you."
I ask, "Time? Are you in a rush to go somewhere?" Don't leave already!
She grabs her handbag from the counter and breaks the news, "Actually, I am. I just wanted to stop in really quick to grab a drink before a long ride home." She stands up and situates her shirt to look like when she first walked through the door.
I make up an excuse, "But you just got here." I really don't want her to go. My heart is tearing apart every second that passes by.
She explains, "I know, but it's late and I really have to get back home. My ride's waiting for me."
I become nosy, just to haul her that little bit, "Girlfriend? Boyfriend...Husband?"
She puts her hand over her pocket suddenly. She responds, "It's actually my brother waiting for me." She pulls the phone out of her pocket and examines the name on the front screen. "And that's him calling right now. I really need to go but it was really nice meeting you." She starts to walk away as she puts her phone back in its place.
What just happened? Ashley! Wake up and go after her! If you lose her, you might lose the rest of your life! But if I go, I might scare her off as being too assertive.
Passive Ashley has just initiated. I turn around and look glumly at the bartender. He can tell by the look on my face that I'm not very pleased with what just happened.
He speaks to me, "Why'd you let her go?"
I ask, "What?"
He spaces out his words to put more emphasis into the sentence, "WHY DID YOU LET HER GO?"
I look down at the counter as I say, "Because I have no guts for anything." I take the ring out of my pocket and examine it as I continue to speak, "She probably didn't even like me anyway. Everything was just pointless, especially the proposal."
He responds after a few seconds, "Why don't you turn around?"
I utter as I spin around in my stool, "Huh?" I get a full view of Spencer, standing right in front of my eyes. I ask, "What's wrong?"
She drops her bag on the counter. She answers, "I forgot something."
She leans in closer to me. I ask, "What did you forget?" I put the ring back where it came from.
She leans in very close to me, gazing into my eyes and seducing them at the same time. She puts her right hand on the counter behind me and the other gets ready to grab a part of my body. "I forgot you."
She puts her lips onto mine and kisses me passionately beyond belief. She puts her left hand around my body and on my back, almost lying on top of me.
She lifts her mouth off of mine and drags her face across mine. She glides over to my neck and begins to kiss me all over.
This feels so wonderful…
"Ashley!" a masculine voice screams.
I quickly jolt up and kind of push Spencer off me in the process, but not intentionally. I jerk my head to the right to see Ethan practically toppling over me.
I act like a teenager who has just been caught making out, by her parents. I ask innocently, "What?"
He rushes his words in a panicky tone, "My mom just called. They rushed my dad to the hospital." He closes his phone is his hand.
I sit up straight and look him dead in the eyes. I ask, "Is he okay?"
He shoves the phone into his pocket and grazes his hair with his hands. He lets out a big, exasperated sigh as he speaks, "I don't know. I just want to get to the hospital as soon as I can."
I look back at Spencer's pouting face and say, "I gotta go. I'm so sorry." I stay in the same position until I get a response from her.
She says casually, "Yea, that's fine. You gotta do what you gotta do, but not before I do something." She makes me lean back against the counter as she inches close to me. She yells down the counter to the bartender, "Hey! Can I get a shot glass of warm water!"
What is she doing? Why does she need a small glass filled with warm water?
I glance back at the guy who has a puzzled look on his face as he prepares the order. He slides it over to her. She leans in EXTRA close to me and begins to undo my pants in a very sexy manner. No one can tell what she's doing either, other than me and her of course because its very dark in the place. She grabs the shot glass and before I know it, she tosses the water down my pants.
I jump up from my seat, fastening my button to my pants. I raise my voice, "What was that for?"
She says slyly, "Just returning the favor."
I answer her with just a confused face.
She pushes me gently back onto the stool when she leans in close next to my ear. She whispers, "That's how wet you make me."
My eyes bug out and my sex drive takes over all of my actions. I reach into my purse and grab my keys. I toss them over to Ethan while staring into Spencer's beautiful eyes. "Take my car. I'll see you tomorrow."
He asks, "Are you sure?"
I insist, "Yes I'm sure. Now go before you waste more time just standing there." I wave my hand off at him. I see him run out of the bar through the corner of my eye. I gaze at Spencer when I say, "Now where were we?" I stretch my hand out and put it gently on her back to pull her even closer to me.
Let's just say a certain part of both of our bodies are touching each other right now. To tell the truth, I haven't had feelings like this for a girl or gotten this intimate so quick with one in a very long time. It's a nice change.
She wraps her hands around my neck when I feel a vibration on THAT part of my body, but I know it's not me causing it. Spencer lifts off of me and reaches into her pocket. She explains, "I really gotta go now before my brother leaves me here, but don't worry. I won't leave without giving you my number." She gives me a genuine smile.
New number=new girl=possibility of future wife. I like that sound—the sound of wedding bells playing in the background.
She pulls out a pen out of her handbag and writes the number on the nearest napkin. She puts the napkin in front of me and apologizes, "Sorry if it looks like chicken scratch, but it's so damn dark in here. And I'm really sorry I have to leave so soon, but again, it was very nice meeting you." She winks at me and I'm officially swooned.
She waves at me as she walks away.
Damn, I thought I was a player.
I turn around and kind of scoff a little bit. Then it hits me, "Why the hell did I tell Ethan to take my car without me in it?!"
