Tonight was going to suck. My sister Alice was off celebrating her anniversary with her boyfriend and my best friend, Jasper. This left me stuck with Jasper's sister Rosalie and my roommate Emmet. Now by himself, Emmet was always up for a good time, but ever since Rosalie had rolled into town to visit Jasper, she and Emmet wouldn't stop sucking face. So yeah, great company for me. I really didn't feel like sitting around the house trying to drown out whatever sick noises they were going to end up making, so I turned on the charm and somehow convinced them to leave the house and head on up to Bozeman so we could actually hang out in civilization.
We decided to hit up our regular favorite downtown, the Wagon Wheel. Jasper, Em, Alice, and I typically went there every couple of months or so and I figured even if Em and Rose were completely wrapped up in each other, the Wheel played good enough music, had decent enough drinks, and hot enough chicks that I could keep myself pretty well entertained. I really didn't get the whole Rose-Emmet situation and to be honest, it was kind of weirding me out. I mean, she'd been out here a few times in the ten years or so that I'd known Jasper, and she'd met Emmet before, but something snapped between them this trip. They'd always kind of had antagonistic interactions before, but ever since she came back into town ten days ago to "visit Jasper"I hadn't seen her and Emmet apart. And I don't mean apart as in not in the same room, I mean not apart as in not physically touching. None of us could really figure out what she was still doing here. She was supposed to leave last Monday, but she was still here, still staying at the house with us, and none of us had the balls to ask her if she was going back home, or just moving in at this point. I was starting to suspect we had a fifth housemate.
We hit up the bar in the back for the first few rounds of drinks and then decided to hit the dance floor. Rose and Emmet, as expected, were way too into each other and really starting to gross me out what with all the tongue and moaning and whatnot, so I started looking around for something else to do. I noticed this girl, no, this woman dancing across the floor. She didn't really look like she was from around here. She was wearing this sort of flowy blue skirt thingy and a tight white tank top that showed off her thin waist and full breasts. What? I'm a man. I notice these things. She didn't have on much makeup and her long brown hair was floating around her as she spun and swayed around the dance floor. She was a total contrast to the regular girls that would come in here, heavily made up, in their little mini skirts and too-low-cut halter tops. This girl was all sinewy sensuousness and looking like she hadn't even tried. I was intrigued.
The siren song of her hips was hypnotizing me, and assured that Rosalie and Emmet could entertain themselves, I started towards her. Her eyes locked on mine as she drew me in and the closer I got to her, the more I realized just how absurdly beautiful she was. Now I'm a pretty confident guy, and have had, well more than my fair share of women, but something about her beauty almost gave me pause. It wasn't insecurity, but it just called to me. She called to me. When I reached her, for the first time in my life I was at a loss for words. And then she saved me from having to slip her some stupid pick up line by grabbing my waist and pulling me flush against her body. Well okay then siren girl. I can't say I minded. Nor did I mind when she started running her hands through my hair or grinding against my leg. Things just got more intense from there. I couldn't help myself from leaning in and taking a whiff of her hair. It was like nothing I've ever smelled. There was sunshine and something tropical and home. What the hell? I have no idea where that came from so I just shoved my nose back against her and kept inhaling. This appeared to be the right thing to do as it caused her to moan and rub up even more on my rapidly hardening cock. If this continued I was going to be in some serious trouble in a crowded bar with a raging hard on. But then, yet again, she saved me by kissing me and slowly dragging me towards the back of the bar. It seemed like she was heading for the bathrooms, and I'm sorry, but that's just gross. Do you even know what kind of nasty happens late at night in bar bathrooms? I pushed closer into her and made my way to the door hidden in the back that not many people knew about.
Okay, so in hindsight it probably wasn't the best idea, but the second we made it out into the cold air of the night, one of her hands thrust down to rub me roughly through my jeans and I lost all resolve. I vaguely registered that her back was against the wall and I suddenly couldn't get enough of her…her smell, her taste, her confident sexiness, the feel of her body under my hands. She was soft and warm, and oh god was she wet and ready for me. Once she freed me from my pants I knew there was no turning back. I couldn't stop myself and before I knew it, I was plunging into her. Oh holy hell she was slick. And her moans. With each thrust, she moaned and the sound of it went straight through me, making me even harder, until she started to come undone around me and I lost it, exploding inside her. Her legs were shaking and I held her gently as we both came down from our orgasms. She slowly slid down my body, and then dammit if my brain didn't start thinking for the first time since I'd met her. What now? I suddenly realized I didn't even know her name, and I certainly wanted to know that and a lot more about her so I asked her if she'd like a drink. She wanted to run by the bathroom to clean up first so we agreed to meet at the bar.
Emmet and Rose were standing at one of the bars waiting for another round of drinks, and were miraculously not attached at the mouth. Emmet took one glance at my hair, gave me a wink and punched me in the arm as I leaned over to put in an order. But an order of what? She seemed down to earth, what with the relative lack of makeup. So I was guessing she wasn't a lemon drop/appletini kind of girl. But then again, she was absurdly feminine, so maybe she did like all those sugary drinks. Then I remembered the faint taste of beer on her. Okay. Beer it was. I ordered us two Buds and turned around to Emmet still smirking at me.
"What?" I said.
"How was she?"
"Really, Em? Am I that obvious?" Rosalie snorted. "Edward, if I know a starry-eyed, I-just-got-laid look, that is it."
Emmet seemed to find this endlessly exciting and punched me in the shoulder again. That shit was going to bruise if he didn't stop it. "Who was it? Do we know her?"
"No Emmet, 'we' do not. In fact, I don't even know her name. All I do know is that I just had the hottest sex of my life and now she's in the bathroom cleaning up. So if you could kindly wipe that idiotic grin off your face and not embarrass me, it would be greatly appreciated."
"No problem, Edward. I'm sure you're not embarrassing yourself at all by screwing someone whose name you didn't even catch. That's so high school, and not embarrassing at all," he said, rolling his eyes.
I chose to (mostly) ignore him, muttering, "Asshole, " under my breath. He just laughed and turned the conversation to something else. I realized it had been a good ten minutes and she hadn't come out of the bathroom yet. I started to feel the first twinge of concern and tried to brush it off. When I was almost halfway through my beer though, I started to get worried. I went to look for her at the other two bars, realizing I never specified which of the three bars to meet up at. She wasn't at either one. Nor was she in the hallway by the bathroom. Nor was she out back. I was starting to get a little panicky. Was she okay? She must still be in the bathroom. I raced back to Rose and Emmet and asked Rose if she could check in the girls' bathroom for me. She arched an eyebrow at me.
"Come on Rose, throw me a bone." This time Emmet snickered. "Shut up asshole."
"And what exactly am I looking for?" Oh right.
"Well she's pretty petite, long brown hair, blue skirt, white tank top."
"Okay." And off she went, with me praying everything was okay with my siren girl. God, what could have happened to her in just a few minutes in the bathroom?
Rose came back way too soon. "The bathroom's empty. Sorry Edward." Disbelief clouded my brain. What? If she wasn't inside, and wasn't in the bathroom, and wasn't out back, where the hell could she be? I was getting frantic, almost running through the place, searching for her. She wasn't on the dance floor. She wasn't out front. She wasn't anywhere. Emmet was starting to look at me funny.
"Exactly how much have you had to drink, Edward?" What, did he think I hallucinated the whole thing? Rose had seen the truth of the matter written all over my face.
"Shut up asshole." How many times did I have to say that to him? What did it even matter? She was gone. Vanished. I'd just had the hottest sex of my life with some girl who'd vanished into thin air and all I knew was that I felt alone and bereft.