(After dinner, at a local bar and lounge…)
Randy walked Velvet back to a dark corner of the lounge. They sat on the plush, red, micro-suede loveseat back there—just a loveseat and a coffee table. Randy was determined that things were going to go his way that night.
Randy said, "Um…baby excuse me for a sec, ok. I gotta' use the men's room."
"Ok baby, I'll get us a couple drinks."
Randy nodded and went toward the restrooms. Out in the lounge, Velvet contentedly watched him walk away. She took a satisfied breath and, while all these feelings, these emotions, these…questions were running through her mind like a stampede of wild bulls. She glanced over toward the bar area—it was full, but not too lively. She saw an older couple kissing and the man was smiling as he was mouthing something to his wife.
Velvet smiled and thought to herself, "God, I SO wish that could be me and Randy someday. I wonder how long they've been married? , 30, maybe 40 years? Ugh, we have such a long way to go, but I just hope he doesn't try to rush anything—I mean—he HASN'T so far but…ugh…MEN, I know all too well how they can get!"
Meanwhile, in the dimly-lit bathroom, in the far stall, there sat a gentleman. His face was aglow from the bright light of his I-phone. Hurried clicking was heard as he texted his good buddy…
RKOrton: Dude, I totally think I'm getting' some tonight!
JCNation: What? You getting' her drunk, like I suggested, yo?
RKOrton: Yep, I got her here at this one lounge-type joint. She's waiting on one of the couches.
JCNation: Yo, yo…remember—when ya'll done, make sure you hang those panties up on your rear-view mirror!
RKOrton: Lol…damn right I will!
RKOrton: Oh yeah, did you get that nasty chick's number? Mickie, I think her name is?
JCNation: Sheeeeeeeeiiiit dude-I already tapped that ass! Lol, where you been, cuz?
RKOrton: Damn...dude, don't let AJ find that shit out, lol.
JCNation: Man please, my game's too tight for that overbearing bitch. I juz got that Natlaya broad's number and I'm on my way to AJ's.
RKOrton: She doesn't go through your shit, or anything when you're sleep, right?
JCNation: Randy...who you talking to? I got this, yo. She ain't gonna' find no number and...I'll even bet you $20 I'll have her sucking my dick by morning.
RKOrton: Lol...Ok, I'll take that bet. John, your girl's a fucking NATURAL detective, dude...be careful, lol.
JCNation: Lol...that bitch can't see me. Watch, son-you're gonna' be out $20, and I'm gonna' be IN a blowjob and I'm gonna use that 20 to get me a new Nike fitted.
RKOrton: (eyeroll) Lol!
JCNation: Holla!
RKOrton: Ok, Later.
Randy clicked his phone off, left the stall and smirked to himself in the mirror above the sink. As he looked at his reflection, some rather disconcerting thoughts came to mind. He thought to himself, "Damn, Velvet's just so…sweet. I almost hate being like this, but…I have NEEDS. I mean, hugging my pillow and pretending that it's her only goes but so far. Truth be known, I've always wanted a girl like Velvet but—NO chick makes ME wait to get the fucking panties. John's EXACTLY right—those moist little panties of hers NEED to be hanging around my rear-view mirror, giving my car that "new pussy" smell, HA!"
Randy snickered to himself as he left the restroom.
On the couch, Velvet sipped her drink and thought to herself, "This is just so sweet what Randy's doing tonight. I mean, that dinner bill was like, $90 and then these drinks at like…fucking $10 a piece. I think I may have the greatest man…ever."
Upon that thought, Velvet blushed like schoolgirl as Randy approached—his eyes never leaving hers as he sat down and picked up his glass to sip out of it. She looked into his eyes and she felt herself getting rather dreamy-eyed. Her eyelids relaxed themselves and Randy's mouth contorted into a slow, slick smile.
He said, "Velvet, honey your eyes look so…romantic right now."
Velvet, a bit taken aback that a MAN would actually conjure up THAT choice of words, replied, "Oh…um…hmhmhm…thank you, baby. I'm so glad you pay so much attention to me."
She leaned over to him and they started kissing very slowly for a couple moments, eyes closed, hearts interlaced, and feelings brewing up like a tornado. Her heart—the warm, sweet gentle breeze; his heart—the cooler, more rapid, but yet still somewhat refreshing wind that it was. The two met and created a virtual tornado of passion, where even just for a moment—"want" and "need" both meant the same thing.
After just a couple moments, they let off of the kiss and just looked at each other. Their eyes- communicating things that their mouths just could never put correctly.
Randy took Velvet's hand in his and gently kissed each one of her fingers, never once losing eye contact with her. Velvet felt her heart beating so hard, she thought it was going to just burst out of her chest.
Just then, Velvet's email ringtone went off. She forgot she left her phone on, and it startled her a bit, but yet took her off of her high just a bit so she could turn around and see who it was from.
"Um, could you excuse me a bit, baby? I'm so sorry."
Randy sipped his drink and replied, "Oh, not at all—go right ahead, hon. What you do on your phone—it's all you, my love."
Velvet kissed Randy on the lips real quick before picking up her phone. She looked at the display and saw that the text was from her friend, AJ. She smiled and opened the message and then got online. The message read:
AJLee69: I'm sorry to bother you with this, but I think John's cheating on me…
Just then, Velvet furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Randy with a concerned expression. Randy sat up and returned the gaze.
"What's wrong, cupcake?"
Velvet shook her head and answered, "Um…you know AJ, right?
Randy nodded, "Yeah?"
She went on, "Well, she just texted me and said that she thinks John's cheating on her."
Randy felt a bit of pain surge through his chest, but he thought quickly, "What? John? CHEATING? He'd NEVER cheat—I mean, I don't think I could ever see it happening. What the fuck?"
Velvet replied, "Well…ok. Sweetie, if you don't mind sharing me for a few moments? At least so I can hear her out, baby. I promise I won't be long—and I'll be allllll yours again!"
Randy coyly, raised an eyebrow, and playfully asked, "You promise?"
"Hmhm…yes, silly—I promise."
Randy smirked and replied, "Well, don't let me get cold over here—I need you to help me keep warm, hahaha!"
Velvet smiled and blew a kiss at him before turning her attention back to her phone. Randy was good at putting on "masks", so to say. While he stretched out on that loveseat, he was worried. He'd hoped that she somehow wouldn't find out about just what HE'S up to, as he and John tell each other everything.
He studied Velvet intently, yet looking away occasionally, pretending to be preoccupied elsewhere. But, make no mistake—he was worried. He saw Velvet's face contort into a seemingly ready-to-cry formation as he heard the next text message tone from AJ. After a couple moments, he saw Velvet's eyelids widen briefly. Velvet looked up at him slowly, with an incredulous expression on her face.
Randy leaned forward with a raised eyebrow, indicating curiosity. Velvet just glanced down at the phone, then back at Randy.
Velvet felt a seemingly overwhelming sense of pain as that text message repeated itself over and over in her head. When Velvet glanced down, Randy furrowed his brow, sipped his drink, and squinted his eyes to try and quickly make out the message. The most he could make out was:
AJLee69: Velvet, earlier today, I went to go get my email. But John must've forgot …sign out …email, …and I saw…
To be continued…
