Eli
"It's just your typical no strings attached fling." I said nonchalantly.
Here I was at my apartment, having a typical guy's night with Adam, bragging to him about Clare. It's been three days since I last saw her, and even after being with her, I still couldn't stop thinking about her, and the pleasure she gave me.
"A fling? You don't even want to touch a girl after you have sex, where is this leading to Eli?" Adam turned off the television, and gave all his attention towards me.
"Nothing. That's the best part, I just fuck her and take off, and do the same to another girl, and Clare doesn't mind." I smiled.
"Eli. Clare's a chick; you know there are always strings attached. She's going to end up hurt."
"When did that ever stop me?" I replied coldly.
"Okay, man. I just hope that when she has enough, she doesn't come and castrate your balls out of pure hate." Adam chuckled.
"Doubt that will happen, she's different."
He nodded.
"Hey, I have to ask. Out of all the girls you've been with, and dump a second after, how come with Clare it's...what I'm trying to say is, why are you still with her? I mean, she's gorgeous for crying out loud, but you've been with other hot girls too, so what is it that makes you stick around?"
I don't know.
"I guess, she's just...less annoying, she's smart, not dumb. She has a personality, and she's really innocent. Not in a saint type of way, just as in...she doesn't mean any harm." I breathed.
"If she doesn't mean any harm, then why are you going to harm her. I've seen your past hook-ups, and I've got to say you were way too harsh some times. What are you getting out of this, Eli?"
"I don't have a clue Adam, but I'm enjoying myself. Using her for sex is fine by me, I frankly don't give a damn if she ends up hurt." I sneered.
He shook his head disapprovingly at me. "You are fucked up, my friend." He said and looked at the time. "I got to go, I have a late shift at the record store. See ya."
"Oh, before I forget, there's a bar I've passed by and I wanted to try it out, want to come sometime next week?" Adam added, as he stood by the door.
"Probably, I'll see." I replied.
"Just call me if you're bored, then." He dismissed and exited out the door.
I went to the bathroom getting ready to take a shower, when I bumped into the mirror, which was apparently broke, and a tiny shard of its glass poked me.
"Fuck." I hissed and ignored the draw of blood and decided to wash it off with a shower.
After, I realize I had nothing to do, and the memories of Clare lying naked in my arms biting that lip of her was all too tempting for me to forget.
This was beginning to be a problem.
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Clare
"Order up!" Flo ringed across the diner.
"Someone's in a good mood." I smiled at her.
"Honey, business is booming today, and the tips are ridiculous! I think I'm going to buy that new leathered purse I've had my eye on for a while now at the boutique." She chuckled.
"When is it your break?" I asked.
"In about five. You?"
"Same." I replied.
"I need a smoke break, badly. Lisa does too, we can play cards later. Hope you brought your extra tips as usual." Flo grinned.
"I'm going to sit this one out, and watch you leave Lisa penniless. I've got to save for my rent money."
"I understand, let me give this last order and tell Lisa to meet me in the back."
I nodded and went to search for Lisa. Playing poker was a habit we picked up at work, to pass the time. It was a good way to also gossip, Flo would always tell Lisa and I stories from her previous marriages and younger days, while Lisa would ramble on at the past hook-ups she had, and guys she would meet and date.
We gathered at the back of the kitchen and placed three small chairs up against a wall.
"I hope you've brought your A-game today Flo, I've been practicing." Lisa smiled.
"Oh, hun, practice won't cut it." Flo snapped. Then she glanced over me. "Clare, you've been awfully quiet the past three days, what's wrong."
Lisa looked up from her cards and studied my facial expression. "I've seen that look before. It's a guy isn't it!" Lisa squealed, her blonde hair bouncing at the movement.
I blushed. "Of course it's always a guy with you Lisa, when isn't it." Flo snarled, pulling out a cigar.
"Hey, if I want to have a good time, and I'm single that doesn't make me a slut, whore, or a skank. I'm not committed or messing with others people's relationships."
"Then what does it make you?" Flo asked as she blew a puff.
"A player." Lisa laughed. Flo cocked an eyebrow at her and said, "You know, back in my days, we called you type of girls harlots-"
"Yeah, yeah, back when George Washington cut down a cherry tree, and dinosaurs roamed the earth." Lisa laughed. "So, back to you Clare. Is this guy cute?"
"Yeah, Clare. If you're seeing someone, please spill. Ever since I met you, every guy that has walked into this diner set their eyes on you, and you ignore them. Not to mention, some were handsome gentleman." Flo agreed.
"I'm not really seeing him, we are just friends." I continued.
"Friends, huh? Elaborate..." Lisa said, placing her cards on the table.
"Well, we just talk and hang out with each other."
Lisa raised an eyebrow at me, while Flo sheepishly smiled.
"At this age and time, a guy cannot be friends with a girl and just hang out. There's more, and you don't want to tell us. You can trust us, I mean, Flo and you are my only friends." Lisa laughed dryly.
"I wouldn't consider us friends, sweetheart." Flo joked, and gave Lisa a pat on the shoulder. "Lisa's right sweetie, you can trust us, if you need anything, we're here."
"I just don't know how to explain this, but I guess I could." I said, while they both nodded at me to continue. "Well, Lisa should know who he is. He's been at the diner before." I said.
"Is it that Mark guy that slapped your ass, once?" Lisa asked.
"Excuse me?" Flo gasped.
"It's nothing, just a typical perverted bastard." I muttered. "No, actually, Flo, you were sick that day and Lisa served him-"
"Oh my! Shut up! You mean its green eyes?" Lisa squealed.
I nodded.
"Green eyes? Who's he?" Flo asked.
"Just the most gorgeous man alive. Flo, you should have seen him, he would have send you into cardiac arrest. He had these plump lips, beautiful silky hair, and these green eyes!"
I looked over at Lisa and giggled at her comment about Eli. Flo quirked an eyebrow at me and said, "Forget, Lisa's raging hormones and go on."
"Well, he and I, we have been intimate, he doesn't want a relationship, but he does want to keep seeing me." I sighed.
Flo's lips were slightly parted and her eyes squinted shocked. Lisa stood there with her jaw dropped and a concerned look.
"Sweetie..." Flo was about to say something.
"Clare, you are aware at what this guy is aiming for right? I've been through this a couple of times, he's in it for the sex only." Lisa interrupted, and Flo looked over at me. "Honey, you deserve respect, why are you going to go through with this?"
"I know, it's stupid of me and very low, but I just... I need company, and I haven't met a guy that makes me feel, so, alive the way he does. Besides, he was straight-forward from the beginning and I agreed to no strings attached." I replied and they sat there staring at the floor intently.
"I hope you know what you're doing." Flo said.
"Yeah, but a piece of advice Clare. From personal experience of course. You're going to get hurt in the end, and if I were you I would get that idea stuck in that little pretty head of yours, that he's going to have a good time with other girls, so that shouldn't stop you from having fun as well. Either you play the game, or get played." Lisa added.
"Trust me, I know." I replied.
"Break is over!" Joe yelled from across the kitchen and we hurried quickly back to work.
"Honey, just be careful, alright. I said it before, you're like a daughter to me, and I know the need to feel, wanted. I've been there and done that, so I can't judge you because it's a desperate feeling that can only be fulfilled with the company of another man. I'm just saying, Lisa is right. Don't let this guy think you're going to waste your time only on him. You have to show him that you have a life too, or else he'll use you like a dirty cloth." Flo said to me and went back into the diner.
After business calmed down and I was allowed to go home, Flo drove me to my apartment.
"Remember to bring that tupperware I let you borrow tomorrow." Flo told me, at which I simply nodded.
"Have a good night." She smiled warmly at me and drove away.
When I came home, I washed the dirty dishes left on the sink and looked at the time: 11:21.
I sighed and walked over to the couch to watch television. Then my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"I'm coming over in a couple of minutes." Eli declared rather than asked.
Before I could even answer, Eli hung up. Nonetheless, I was glad. Just like I thought, here he was bored and turned to me, I thought of Lisa and Flo's advice, it wasn't time for me to use it. Eli seemed like a nice guy, as if he cared, maybe he and I could have something more than sex. Maybe, I should stop getting my hopes up, and realize that he's nothing but a-
The door knocked, and I peered over the glass hole and saw that it was him, at the same time I realized I was still in my work uniform and looked like shit.
I opened the door and he entered, as if he owned the place. "Eli." I breathed.
He walked into the living room, and sat on the couch, he gestured the empty space for me to come and sit with him. I obeyed.
"It's late." I said.
"I know." He mumbled, he turned to look at me. "You really did get out of work barely, huh?" He said, obviously noticing my uniform.
"It was a busy day." I explained.
His hand crept up to the bottom of my dress and placed it on my thigh. He turned around to face towards me, and he wasted no time at invading his tongue into my mouth. He tugged impatiently at the zipper of my dress and fidgeted with the plastic blue buttons at the top. He opened them forcefully, but gently enough to draw no damage. I moaned in between the kisses and felt him get harder against me. I wrapped my arms around him and let him take action with me, his lips traced down to my collarbone sucking on it gently. I pulled away and looked at him.
"I thought you said you would call me in a week." I gasped at my previous loss of breath.
"I thought I would be busy." He replied dully.
"Busy with what?" I asked politely.
"That's my business." He scoffed.
His attitude was beginning to be a problem, but all was forgiven once he pulled against me and lifted me up, practically dragging me to bed. He pushed me down and laid on top of me, bowing down once more to kiss his previous spots. I gasped at each touch he gave me, the fact that he was in control, making me feel good was more than anything anybody has given me, I enjoyed this rare moment to the fullest.
He pulled my dress away leaving me in my black lace bra and underwear. He groaned aggressively at the sight. "Lace? God, Clare, you don't know what that does to me."
He spoke and ran his hands down my body back and forth, forth and back, repeating the cycle.
I took off his long sleeve stripping it away as he stretched out his muscles, at the contact, I teased with his belt for a while until it was discarded along with his boxers.
The straps of my bra slid down and his hands reached for my back to unclasp it, and remove my panties.
His hands groped my breasts gently and hovered his face at the crook of my neck, while he pulled away. "You're on the pill right?"
I nodded, and with hesitation at its best accompanied with lust, he entered me and thrust himself in a few times before he pulled out, and his heavy body collapsed over mine and rolled over to my side.
Pants were being repeatedly echoed, my muffled screams were a success in the end and his breathing chest heaved beautifully, I only gained the want to trace my fingers across it. Afraid he would jerk away or push me away, I took the risk and laid my head on his shoulder blade, with my palm fully touching the skin above his breathing heart.
He looked at me for a second, and the unexpected happened, he grabbed my palm and gave a small peck on it.
He sighed and looked at me, "Do you still walk home alone?"
"I have a friend from work that drives me." I replied and got out of bed reaching for my underwear, his hand grasped my wrist before I could move.
"Stay." He commanded, I blushed at his control.
I looked at him over a saw a scrape at his bare back, I looked at him and gestured to the part of his skin, "What happened?"
"Stupid accident. So I'd rather tell you I got into an ugly fight at a bar." He chuckled.
I placed my finger tips on it to see if it was fresh, my question was answered once he hissed at the touch, and a small trace of blood caught on me.
"Wait here." I said, his expression was confused, but I knew what to do.
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Eli
She got out of bed and reached her underwear to dress and grabbed a robe, she walked to her kitchen and took a while before she came out.
"Come here." She ordered softly at me, and I wondered what she was up to.
"What are going to do?" I asked.
She held in her hands a container of coffee grounds.
"Don't ask questions and come." She smiled.
"I don't know what the fu-"
"Forget I asked, you know I got a cut once too on my back when I was ten, five times bigger than that." She continued and sat next to me with the container in her hands.
"Sounds entertaining." I replied annoyed.
"That's not the interesting part though, it was how I got it." She replied and inched closer to my face to give me a peck on the lips.
"Really then? Enlighten me." I snapped.
"It's a funny story, you see where I lived there were a bunch of drug dealers..." She paused waiting to see if I wanted her to continue.
I raised my eyebrows, "Go on." I said
"I being ten and all, would go with my friends and try to see the stuff they would do there, we would see some teens getting high and doing stuff ten year olds shouldn't see, so one day we actually entered the area and kids were high out of their minds. They were smoking out of a bong right, so then one of them stupidly offered me to try it. I didn't know what it was I thought it was game or something so I agreed-"
I laughed at this, "Really? You were that stupid?"
She raised an eyebrow at me, "So then, my other friends got jealous and tried to swipe it away from me because they wanted to try it too. I tugged on it and out of nowhere, it flies out into the air, does a 360, falls into the ground, cracks, and I trip on top of it, my back is scraped cut, and they fled the scene. I stayed in that place for three whole days until some old man found me and took me to the hospital, I got seven-hundred stitches." She said with a serious face.
"You've got to be bull-shitting, I'm not stupid." I said at the lame story she just told me.
"Oh are you? Because while I told you this, I distracted you and was able to rub coffee grounds on your scar so the wound would close." She smiled.
Sure enough when I turned around coffee grounds were smothered on my cut and the bleeding and stinging stopped.
"You little devil." I snarled and attacked her with a sloppy kiss.
She pulled away and began caressing my face, I rejected the movement.
I was knew to all of this cuddling and the the thought of it made me shudder and feel repulsion.
"I've got to go, you have work tomorrow." I said harshly, almost regretting it, getting myself out of her bed and began to change.
She sat there with a blank expression, "Okay."
"I'll, uh- call you for the next time, alright?" I sighed and exited out her door.
She was different alright, aside from being beautiful. She had a good sense of humor and was considerate. But I had to be harsh, my past can catch up with me any moment and she in it would just be an obstacle. I needed to enjoy myself and not give a damn if she suffers in the end. I'll make sure of that.
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And so a month passed, Eli went in and out of Clare's apartment numerously. Other girls came and left for Eli, but damn... she was always the one Eli could never get bored of. It was true, he used her like a dirty as what Flo would describe, and she didn't care one bit. He remained cold and distant with her, and was even at a close success to refrain himself from developing any feelings for her. Nights would come, clothes were shed, an erotic and spontaneous intercourse would occur between the two. The touch he gave her was more fulfilling and addicting, nights like these became like a drug for the both. A passion so adequate and decisive could be the least of what Clare now felt for Eli, but feelings were not mutual.
Eli would go out into the streets find another girl to touch and use, while Clare sat back and took the attitude and treatment given to her. Eli was more than pleased to know he was the only one to touch her, to kiss her, to make her a woman. He knew he owned her, and that satisfaction was a pure joy to Eli.
Clare was growing tire of this, but never complained. She got what she wanted: desire, passion, lust, love.
Then the question arises: Who uses who?
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