I decided to go ahead and just add chapter two. Thank you two my reviewers for the lovely reviews! This will be longer than just two chapter, possibly 4, maybe more depends on what my little noggin can come up with. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
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Dusk had gradually turned into light on the frigid early morning in Manhattan, the paper stands were setting up for their Saturday morning rush. Each stand owner greeted her with a smile and simple 'morning' as she walked down the wet streets. Amanda's head pounded making every noise feel like death, while her stomach turned into maze filled knots causing her to feel queasy.
She exhaled the smoke of her cigarette, her bloodshot eyes lost in the mist she created in front of her, nicotine slowly easing her stomach in a nostalgic way. Her blue eyes flicked down, staring at the wet pavement below her, the street lights luminous in each puddle it touched. Bringing the cigarette to her dry lips, she inhaled the minty flavor as the white flashes invade her pounding head. She ran her left hand through mangled hair, shaking her head while doing so, in a way to remove the replays of the night before. It was taunting, daring her to turn around and go back. To find her way once again between the long legs, to feast on the sweet flavor that she now and long craves for.
There was a white flash of memories: the nails that dug into the back of her neck, the cries that vibrated into her ears as her fingers slipped into the wetness that waited for her. The heat that demanded her attention.
Amanda shook her head as she took another drag of her cigarette. She could smell the sweet scent on her upper lip. Her taste buds clenched onto the last bit of sweet flavor that mixed with the mint of her cigarette. She became lightheaded when she walked past a small flower shop, the scent of the roses reminding her of the brown locks that not too long ago she held tightly around her fingers as she rode the long fingers that were filled inside of her.
Her pain trailed down her stiff neck, the white flashes of the pink tongue that dragged down her neck before stopping on to her weak spot, the one between her collarbone below her neck; the purple mark now proudly stood out against her milk colored skin.
The sun rose slowly on this chilly Saturday morning, the bright shine assaulting her eyes and head viciously. Amanda flicked her cigarette out somewhere on the sidewalk, her blue eye finding an empty wine bottle, the same one they drank a few hours ago. A pulsing white flash of the empty wine bottle that tipped over the end table as she was pushed onto the bed flashed before her eyes as she remembered the wetness that dripped on her stomach as pair of long smooth olive legs straddled on her.
Amanda walked into corner bodega for a much-needed coffee and Advil. Standing in front of her cashier booth, she finally lifted her eyes only to be met with the same pair of honey eyes. The white flashes of the honey eyes that stared intensely at her while their tongue dragged across her clit before claiming it appeared, the same pair that looked up as she clenched tightly on the bedsheet under her while her back arch as reached her climax. When their sweaty foreheads touched, her blue eyes become lost with the honey pair that stared deep into her as her wetness dripped on the fingers that were inside of her with each thrust they did in ecstasy.
The pounding of her head had decreased by the time she stood alone waiting for the train to arrive. Her blonde hair tangled in the breeze as the train rushed in front of her before coming to a complete stop. She sat the end of the train, alone in a graffitied cart while the odd smell invaded her senses. Her bloodshot eyes stared out at the widow, carefully observing the pitch darkness of the other side. A hint of neon white light flashed between each tunnel causing the pulse to return. Her memories flooring inside her numb head, the thoughts of the fingertips that traced very curve of her body, the lips that captured her own in delicate matter before their tongue demanded otherwise. She could still feel the goosebumps that perked up on the olive skin that laid underneath her while her finger traced thick curves, the heat that pulsed the end of her fingertips as they reached down between the long legs she laid between, demanding her attention.
As she placed her empty, foam, coffee cup on the floor, she noticed the purple marks on both of her wrists. Her index fingers traced the purple mark in a subtle matter as she chuckled to herself at the memories that the marks displayed. She laid in the middle of the bed with her arms pinned roughly above her while the brunette laid above her and between her legs, while her knee rubbed against her wet throbbing clit.
The night before was drunk, sloppy, and full of ecstasy that radiated between them with each lick, thrust, and bite. The musky scent of sex aroused her every being, and she swore she never tasted anything sweeter than the cum that dripped onto her mouth: the sound of loud screams and moans between each thrust, the hot breath against her neck while fingers rub between brunette's legs, the way their eyes lock when they stood on their knees on the middle of the bed, holding on to each other while they fucked each other into a climax dripping between their fingers as their eyes search for whatever is hidden behind their drunk state.
Amanda could still smell the sweaty and erotic sex from the room she had left not too long ago, the very room she left the naked brunette lying in a drunken state. Her hangover numbed her mind and body, but it couldn't erase the memories from the bar up to the bedroom. She couldn't forget the drunk agreement, she couldn't forget how she leaned in and kiss the older woman, or how the brunette return the kiss in the rough and not so subtle matter that lead to the chain events in the bedroom. Her numb state could not forget the drunk 'I love you's' or the soft and gentle touch that she could feel on every part of her body.
No matter what she did, Amanda couldn't forget.