Rated M for Mature
That night, the three of us go to a bar I used to frequent, and it turns out that Piper has never been to a gay bar.
"Everyone looks so happy," she comments over the upbeat music.
"Except maybe that couple over there," Nicky points. "If the blonde one is on the rebound, I'd be more than happy to console her."
"What do you want to drink?" I ask.
They tell me their order, and I approach the bar while they find an open table near the dance floor. I watch Piper interact with my old friend and appreciate the way Nicky makes her laugh. She's been with me through some pretty shitty times, and I could always count on her sense of humor to lift my spirits.
"One Sam Adams and a margarita." I set the glasses down, then pull out the red leather stool next to Piper. "Any good eye candy?"
"I see a few future Mrs. Nicols in the place." Nicky glances around the room. "Like the tall brunette by the pool table."
I squeeze a lime wedge into my vodka soda. "She's not bad."
"Is this what you used to do together?" Piper asks, seemingly fascinated by our scanning the room for hot chicks.
"All the time." Nicky sips her beer. "Although Vause never had to do any legwork—the women flocked to her."
"That's not true," I reply.
"Oh, yeah? Name one time when you picked up a chick by approaching her rather than vice versa."
I stir my drink with a thin, black straw. "I approached women all the time."
Nicky eyes Piper. "Your girlfriend is lying."
"I can see why." Piper rubs my thigh under the table. "She's the hottest woman in here."
Nicky raises her beer bottle. "That'll always be true."
"Did you two ever…"
I want to say, God, no, but I settle for a simple, "No."
"I'm not her type."
Piper turns to me. "You have a type?"
"Smart, classy straight girls," Nicky answers for her. "The harder the woman was to get, the more attracted she was to her."
"Is that what I was to you?"
"You weren't straight." I place my hand on her knee. "At least that's what you told me early on in our sessions."
"I told you I thought about girls in a sexual way, that's true," she replies. "But I considered myself straight."
"You were different." I shrug, leaving it at that.
Nicky covers Piper's hand. "You are different, blondie. Trust me."
I lean over, kissing the corner of Piper's mouth.
"I'm going to chat up a few of the patrons." Nicky stands. "Excuse me."
"I like her a lot," Piper says once my friend is out of earshot.
"I'm glad." I sip my cocktail. "She'll keep you laughing, that's for sure."
Piper smiles and watches her talk to a woman on the other side of the bar.
"This is the first time we've been to a bar together," I say.
"It is." She returns her attention to me. "I wanted you to take me out for my 21st birthday."
I hold her hand. "I remember."
"What do you think would've happened if we went out together then?"
I take a deep breath through my nose as I consider her question. "You would've gotten tipsy if not all-out drunk," I surmise. "Maybe gotten a little handsy."
"Like this?" She rubs her fingertips up and down my thigh, arousing me with each pass.
"Yeah." I take another sip.
"Would you have resisted if I did this?" She leans over, kissing a trail up my neck.
I tilt my head, hand resting on her waist. "Probably not."
Her light kisses reach my jawline and ultimately my mouth. I swivel my chair and open my legs to allow Piper's knee to settle between them. I raise my hand to her cheek as I deepen the kiss. She moans, and I realize this is going to get hot in a matter of seconds. I scoot my chair back and stand, taking her hand.
Piper looks surprised—like she was perfectly content to makeout in public.
I lead her to the bathroom, look under the two stalls, and then shove her against the porcelain sink, hands weaving into her hair.
She puts her hands on my ass, tugging me closer and leaning into our savage kiss. "Lock the door."
Without removing my mouth from hers, I twist the lock into place, and then hike up her dress, tugging at her panties. My fingers find her clit in an instant, and she arches her hips towards me. I hoist her until she's sitting on the sink with her legs spread, and then I dive down to lick her. I don't attempt to remove her underwear completely, so it's shoved to the side against my nose as I bury my mouth in her center. Piper's hands swirl in my hair, and I look up to see her head arched back, touching the mirror. As soon as she starts bucking into me, I know she's close. I insert a finger into her tight opening as I continue lapping at her wet pussy.
"Unnnhh, Alex!" An orgasm rips through her as I curl my finger to find her G-spot.
A knock at the door doesn't faze her as she moans and yells my name. When I'm certain she's done, I twist my neck and say, "Just a minute" to the person outside.
"What the fuck?" the woman yells.
I stand, feeling a crick in my back and watching Piper's satisfied grin turn into a full smile. I pull her underwear back into place as I kiss her deeply.
"That was so fucking hot," she says against my mouth.
I smirk. "It was."
I help her off the sink and then use the other sink to wash my hands. Piper brushes her hair with her fingers and adjusts her dress, trying to look as presentable as she was when we first stepped into the restroom.
"Are you fucking deaf?" the woman outside yells. "Don't make me get the manager!"
"You good?" I ask, taking her hand.
She nods.
"Sorry," I say as we hurry past the dyke, both giggling. I lead us back to our table, where Nicky is sitting with the woman she was trying to pursue. "Vause, Piper, I'd like you to meet Ronnie."
We both shake her hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Anybody up for shots?" Nicky asks. "I'm buying."
Piper raises her hand. "I'm in."
"One shot, but that's all," I reply, rubbing her lower back. "Somebody's got to drive us home."
Nicky sticks her elbow in my side. "That's what Uber and Lyft are for."
She and her new flavor of the night approach the bar, giving me a private moment with Piper. "Are you ok?"
She leans her forehead against mine. "My pussy is still tingling."
I smirk and kiss the tip of her nose.
There's so much to love about Piper. In addition to the whole intelligent, beautiful, confident stuff, she's up for just about anything. I didn't know if she'd be comfortable fucking in a public restroom, but I'm glad she wasn't just 'ok' with it—she actually enjoyed the thrill of it.
We do a round of shots, and then I buy Piper another margarita. I lay off the alcohol and settle for seltzer water with lime. If she wants to get drunk tonight, I'll take care of her. I'm sure there will be times in the future when the opposite is true. I've never been with her in that state, but I heard her slur on the phone the night she celebrated her 21st birthday in Boston. The more Piper drinks, the louder she becomes. It's comical. She's also more handsy than she is when she's sober, but I'm not complaining.
After her third margarita, she wants to dance. "This is our song!"
"I didn't realize we had a song," I chuckle.
She pulls me under the disco ball where five or six other lesbians are dancing and starts shimmying to the song, Touch. When Shura sings, I wanna touch you but there's history. I can't believe that it's been three years, I understand why Piper referred to it as 'our song.' I step closer, allowing her to put her hands all over my body. She closes her eyes and sings along: And all I wanna do is go home with you, but I know I'm out of my mind.
She strings her arms around my neck, and our bodies move in sync. I kiss a trail down her cheek to her neck, pushing her hair back with my nose and nuzzling her ear. The way she writhes against me is enough to get me all worked up again, and I want to pull her into the bathroom and fuck her again.
"I didn't know you could dance," I whisper.
She smirks, then turns around, moving her ass against my center. I put my hands on her hips and move with her. I can count on one hand the number of times I've thought Piper was undeniably sexy, and this tops the list. I've always thought she was beautiful, but sexy isn't a word I typically associate with her. She splays her hands on the outside of my thighs, continuing to move her hips, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. The way she's dancing puts pressure on my clit, and I feel all tingly.
At the end of the song, she turns around, kissing me, tongue begging for entrance. I snarl my hands in her hair, angling my head and savoring the sloppy kiss.
"Get a room."
I open my eyes to see Nicky grinning at us with Ronnie in tow.
Piper's gaze travels to Nicky. "I forgot where I was for a second. I'm also very drunk."
"We're going to head out." I run my hand down Piper's arm and link our fingers. "Want a ride or are you going to hang out a little longer?"
"I'm going to stick around." Nicky pokes an elbow in Alex's side. "Don't wait up for me."
I leave the bar and escort a wobbly Piper to the car. "Are you going to puke?"
She shakes her head.
"You sure?"
She nods. "Positive."
I get into the driver's seat and she immediately puts a hand high on my thigh. "I want to taste you, Alex."
I grin. "We'll be home in like 15 minutes."
"Now," she demands, crawling over the armrest.
"Hang on, babe," I chuckle as I fend her off with one arm. "Let me at least pull over."
Piper and I have yet to do anything even remotely racy, and as lewd things go, this is pretty tame, so I pull into the first parking lot we come upon, which happens to be a strip mall with a Chinese restaurant, bagel shop, computer repair store, and a physical therapy clinic, all of which are closed. There's one streetlight in the lot, but I pull into a stall as far away from it as possible. No sooner do I put the car in park than Piper is climbing over the armrest to straddle me.
"Can we at least move to the back seat?" I'm highly amused by her drunken antics. If I would've known three drinks and a shot would make her horny, I'd have liquored her up a long time ago. Then again, Piper has a healthy libido and has never needed booze to be in the mood for sex.
"Mmm mmm," she mumbles against my mouth. "Here."
I reach down to push the seat as far back as it can go and recline it until the headrest hits the back seat. While I'm entertained by Piper's actions, I'm also turned on. I've only fucked a woman in public once, which was in an alley in Zurich back in my cartel days, and back then I was high as a kite.
"Hang on," I say as she fumbles with my pants. I unzip my jeans, and Piper's hand slides into my underwear.
"You're wet." She grins, rubbing my juices up and down my slit.
I return her sloppy kiss and arch into her hand.
"I want to taste you," she repeats, shimmying down my body. "I can't with the…" She moves back to the passenger seat and dips her head low until it hovers over my center. One hand toys with my pussy and the other reaches for my breast.
"Fuck." I let my head fall back and allow the feeling of Pipers tongue on my clit take over my senses. The sounds she's making along with the sucking sensation and knowing we could get caught at any moment makes me cum hard and furious against her mouth.
When I come down from the high, I notice all the windows are fogged up.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then kisses me. "I love doing that to you."
I place a hand on the back of her head and smile. "Thank you."
She caresses my cheek. "Did you want me to do that to you when I was your client?"
I zip my pants and put the seat back into its normal position. "I didn't allow myself to think about you that way back then."
"I thought about you doing it to me," she admits.
I start the car and put the defrost on blast.
Chances are she won't even remember this conversation tomorrow. "I did touch myself when you sent that picture of you in a bikini during spring break of your first year of college."
Her eyes widen. "You did?"
"That was the first time I thought about you sexually," I confess. "And it pretty much opened the flood gates."
She kisses me again as the windows defrost. "That's hot."
As I'm about to shift into drive, I hear a car pull up next to us. It's not just any car—it's a police car.
"Shit, Alex," she says, moving fully back to her seat and buckling her seatbelt.
"Don't say anything. Let me handle this." I roll down the window as one of the officers approaches the car.
"Evening, ladies. You mind telling me why you're parked here when all the businesses are closed?" He asks while smoothing his pornstar-like mustache.
"I'm driving my friend home," I reply. "She thought she was going to throw up, so I pulled into the lot."
He bends at the waist and shines his flashlight in the car.
"I had three margaritas," Piper confesses.
"Are you old enough to drink, young lady?"
She nods vigorously.
I close my eyes and clench my jaw, wishing she would've remained silent before she gets us both into trouble.
He clicks his minty bubblegum. "Show me your identification…you know, just in case you're not quite 21."
Piper reaches into her purse. "My birthday was on June 7 as you'll see on my license."
He glances at her license, then hands it back to her. He casts his eyes towards me. "How many drinks have you had, ma'am?"
"I'm a substance abuse counselor; I know better than to drink and drive," I respond without divulging that I had a vodka soda and a shot of tequila.
"You're a professional, are you? Doesn't mean you're above the law." He laughs, then turns serious. "License and registration, please, then step out of the car."
"Alex is the responsible one," Piper says, leaning towards the window.
"Shut. Up." I whisper through gritted teeth as I search for my ID.
He saunters back to the cop car and hands my license to the other officer inside the vehicle. "Run it, Bell."
I'm confident I didn't have enough to drink to fail a sobriety test, but I'd rather not have to prove it.
The male officer makes me go through three field sobriety tests, which I handle with ease, and then the other officer calls Pornstache back to the cop car. They talk about something for a minute, and then the female officer exits with a breathalyzer in hand.
He holds up my license and glances at me. "Looks like you're a felon, Ms. Vause."
"That was ten years ago." I run my hand through my hair and look away. I hate to be reminded of that dark part of my life. "I did my time."
"I sure hope you don't find yourself behind bars again," he says, lacking all sincerity.
"I've proven that I'm sober with all your little tests," I say. "Do I really need to blow into that thing?"
"In Connecticut, you aren't legally required to blow into a breathalyzer, but there are significant ramifications if you don't," the female cop responds.
"Is everything alright?" Piper asks through the open window.
"She's had one too many." I glare at her, hoping she understands that she needs to shut the fuck up.
Pornstache blows a bubble. "Well, aren't you the responsible adult, taking this young lady home."
I'm dying to call him a fucking prick, but I refrain.
The female officer administers the test, and I shove my shaking hands into my pockets while I wait ten excruciating seconds for the results to show up. "Congrats, you're not legally drunk."
Thank fucking God. "Like I said from the start."
"You shouldn't be in this parking lot," the woman says. "There's a private property sign right there."
"My girlfriend had to puke, and instead of pulling over on the dark, two-lane highway, I thought this parking lot was a safer option."
"Lesbians, huh?" The male cop raises his eyebrows. "I thought I smelled sex. Were you two fingering in there before we arrived?"
"Fuck you!" I spit out. "What's your badge number?" I will hunt this mother fucker down and destroy him.
"Mendez, that's enough," the female cop says sternly. "Let's go."
He glances at Piper and licks his lips suggestively before walking back to the police car.
I return to the driver's seat, rolling up the window and breathing heavily.
"That was a close call," Piper says.
"I asked you not to say anything, but you couldn't stay quiet, could you?" I snap at her.
She shakes her head. "Nothing I said was incriminating."
I crease my brows. "You really think it helped when you admitted you drank three margaritas?"
"My drinking had nothing to do with you!"
"Piper, I had a stiff drink and a shot of tequila at the bar!" I yell. "If I would've drank them less than an hour ago, I would've gotten a fucking DUI! Do you know what that would do to my career?"
She looks sheepish.
I let my head fall back and shut my eyes. She's still too drunk to understand how her actions could've hurt me, so it's no sense trying to explain this to her right now. I pull out of the parking lot and remain silent as we make our way back to Nicky's house.
I shove my key in the door and let her enter first.
"I'm sorry," she offers.
I toss my keys on the side table and move to the kitchen. "We'll talk about it in the morning."
She leans against the doorframe. "Are you mad at me?"
I look her in the eyes. "We'll talk in the morning." I open a bottle of orange Gatorade. "Drink this."
"Why?"
"It helps with dehydration." I move past her and into the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. "If you want to wash your face, there's the bathroom. Towels are in the closet to the right."
She opens the closet and pulls out a washcloth. "Do you know where my bag is?"
I walk into my old bedroom and retrieve the duffle bag. "Here."
"Thank you." She enters the bathroom and closes the door.
It's the first time since Piper was a teenager that I've been upset with her. Of course, back then, it was because she'd gotten under my skin. This time, she almost got me in trouble with the law again. This had the potential of long-term consequences.
I quickly shed my clothes, and as I pull off my underwear, I notice how gross they are. That's when I recall what transpired prior to the cops showing up. I quickly bunch them up, tucking them into a plastic bag along with my blouse and socks. The last thing I want to think about right now is sex.
Piper enters the bedroom. "I'm sorry, Alex." She looks pitiful, and it's hard not to pull her into my arms and tell her everything is ok.
I shake my head. "I know."
She sits on the bed. "I'm not as drunk as I was earlier, so if you want to talk…"
"I don't, actually." I grab my pajamas and stand in the doorway. "Drink that Gatorade, and then get some sleep."
"Are you sleeping in the other room?" she asks with sadness in her voice.
"No," I respond. "I'm all sweaty and gross. I'm going to take a shower. Hopefully by the time I'm done, you'll be asleep." I leave her there, and it breaks my heart. I know she didn't mean to almost get me in trouble, but sometimes she doesn't know when to stop talking. I'm sure this isn't the first time her mouth has gotten in the way.
One of the things I love about Piper is how expressive she is. She never holds back even if whatever she has to say will be difficult to hear. That's been true since we met. How many 18-year-old girls would have the guts to tell a woman in a position of power that they're attracted to her? Piper's passion is palpable—I never have to wonder what she's thinking. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I admire that about her. Tonight is not one of those times.
I finish my shower, and then take my time brushing my teeth and drying my hair. If things go well with Ronnie tonight, Nicky won't be home until morning. That might work out better for me and Piper anyway.
I enter the bedroom quietly, and Piper is lying on her side in bed, breathing steadily. She lets out a soft snore, and I can't help smiling. When she's awake, she's a force of nature, but when she's asleep, she's dead to the world. I crawl in bed next to her, place a soft kiss on her shoulder, and then try to sleep off my irritation.
