ONE NIGHT STAND
—It was only supposed to be one night!—
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SYNOPSIS
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We met at a wedding.
She was hot.
And I'd been in a year's drought.
She smiled. We got drunk.
We flirted. We hooked up.
I left early the next morning without saying goodbye.
It was only meant to be a one night stand.
I didn't want the awkward morning after moment.
Not at all.
Then I went home for the weekend.
And she was there. Sitting on the couch chatting to my dad.
Turns out she was more than just a stranger.
Turns out that my one night stand was about to cause a whole heap of trouble.
Turns out that it never just stops with one night.
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PROLOGUE
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"You can still call me Ms. Tongue if you want." She grinned at me and licked her lips deliberately, the tip of her tongue gliding back and forth, and reminding me of the night we'd spent together.
The sinful night that I'd never forget. Only she wasn't supposed to be here.
In my parents' house. Sitting on my couch.
The couch I'd watched TV on for years.
She wasn't supposed to be talking to my parents.
She wasn't supposed to be looking so sexy.
I didn't even know her name.
One night stands are meant to be fun. They're meant to be exciting. They're meant to be adventurous experiments in lovemaking that don't follow you home.
I don't consider myself a whore or cheap. I mean I have standards for the people I want to date and hook up with. I even have a chart of things I look for in someone. I don't just drop my panties for any one with a cute smile, handsome face and a wallet full of cash. I've slept with men that had no cash, missing teeth and even one that was prematurely balding, but they were all boyfriends.
Yes, I've had questionable taste in men, but that's a story for another day. One I'm not particularly proud of. In fact I still cringe when I remember the guy with the missing teeth going down on me. It made for an unusual experience.
I know you might not believe that I have standards now. Especially considering how quickly I dropped my panties for the mysterious stranger at my friends' wedding. The mysterious stranger that was now standing in front of me. You might want to believe that I drop my panties for any man that asks, but trust me I don't.
Ms. Tongue was the exception to the rule. First of all, she's a woman and with P.
I dropped my panties without a second thought when I saw her. Well, actually that's a bit of a lie. I didn't exactly drop my panties. She took them off with her teeth. Her cute, perfectly straight, sharp pearly-white teeth. Oh shit, my body can still remember her teeth grazing my skin as she pulled my white lace panties off.
Honestly, in that moment I couldn't stop her or myself. It was one of those magical moments that you see in movies. The chemistry was perfect between us, our bodies were on fire and all I could think about was her and her mouth; even though we were just one room away from a packed church. I never thought anything like that would happen to me. I got caught up in the moment. I mean it's not every day you make eye contact with a green eyed stranger, and she leads you to a back room in a church (God, forgive me). It's not every day that you meet a woman: a gorgeous, sexy, virile stud of a woman, and okay, yes she was slightly obnoxious, but I didn't care. It's not every day a hot stud has got you on the floor, with your dress riding up around your waist as she pulls your panties off with her teeth. And let's not forget her tongue. Oh my God, her tongue did things to me that I cannot repeat. Things, I didn't even know existed. Like multiple orgasms in minutes, yes, I said minutes. Like one right after the other. And all from her tongue: pink, long and extremely flexible. Who knew tongues could be so flexible? Not me. And of course, she knew she'd blown my world. The grin on her face and the glint in her eye told me that she knew she was the shit. Smug, cocky bastard. As I stared at her in front of me, I knew that she could still remember that day as well. I could see it in the glint of her eye as I tried to keep my breathing under control. What had she done to me then, and why was she here now?
I'd only been slightly embarrassed as I'd climaxed on her mouth. The way she'd eagerly licked up my juices from her lips had made me feel slightly dirty. I didn't care though. I was still too busy trying to catch my breath as I jumped up from the ground, and pulled my dress back down. I started panicking as I heard the organist playing "Here Comes the Bride". I had to get back to my pew in the church quickly and that also meant panty less as she didn't want to give them back (and yeah, I thought that was kind of hot). I know, I have no shame. I walked back into the church that day feeling like a harlot. I'd let some nameless, random smug woman go down on me, right before a wedding. Who did that?
That wasn't even the worst of it. I went home with her too. And when I say went home, I mean to her hotel suite. Her very expensive, very impressive suite at the Marriott downtown (she was most probably paying my month's rent for a long weekend). We went to her hotel room and this time she used more than her tongue. And this time, I did more than lie back with my legs in the air and her face firmly planted down smack bang in the center. It was a night of fireworks. A night of explosive sex that blew my world and everything that I thought I knew about sex. I was ruined for the next boring man I dated. No longer would I be happy with quick foreplay and some push in and out missionary action. I'd never had sex so hot and I suppose that's the beauty of one night stands. You hook up and do all the things you're too self-conscious to normally do. Neither one of us had expectations. We didn't even exchange names. And that's why I left early the next morning and hurried out of the room, head held as high as I could as I did the walk of shame through the hotel lobby, my smeared mascara and messy hair telling my tale to everyone that viewed me.
I didn't care though. I'd experienced the best sex of my life and with the hottest woman I'd ever met. That does something to your ego. I felt like a million dollars and I was pretty sure I'd rocked her world as well. She wouldn't forget me anytime soon; especially as she had the scratch and bite marks to remind her of our night for the next few days. It didn't even matter that she'd seemed like she could be an arrogant asshole; the way she'd bossed me around the bed. I even kind of liked her take charge alphaness. It was good in the bedroom, though I knew in everyday life, she'd annoy me, but that didn't matter. She wasn't someone I ever had to deal with again.
I was wrong though. Because you know how life goes. When you're riding high and feeling like you're on top of everything, something always happens to bring you back down to earth. That's what happened to me this weekend when I came home to visit my parents.
The weekend after the wedding when I hooked up with Ms. Tongue. Yes, my one night stand didn't seem so hot and innocent when I turned up at my parents' house and saw her sitting on my parents couch. Miracle's Tongue or as she called herself Ms. Tongue had nearly given me a heart attack when I'd seen her sitting there in front of me my parents couch, sipping Earl Grey Tea.
The moment she looked up at me, her green eyes laughing, was a moment I'll never forget. It was the moment that stopped my heart for what seemed like minutes. It was the moment that reminded me why I'd never had a one-night stand before. I stood there for a few seconds, before she stood up and walked over to me, a huge grin on her face.
"Hello," she grinned at me as she reached her hand out to me. "Nice to meet you, my name is Lalisa."
"I'm Jennie." I said softly, my face red as I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Jennie." Her eyes teased me as my parents stood there watching us.
"You too." I swallowed hard. What was she doing here?
"Oh, you have something on your ear." She leaned forward and brushed something off of my ear as she whispered quietly. "Now I have a name to put to the face when I think about our night together." She said and I felt the tip of her tongue on my earlobe. I pulled back in shock and glanced at her and then back at my parents.
"What are you doing here?" I asked softly, needing an answer.
This was too much of a coincidence. Of course the answer wasn't the fairytale answer that I was secretly hoping for. She hadn't tracked me down because she couldn't forget me. She hadn't come to woo me. No, of course my journey into the land of one night stands couldn't be so perfect. Of course, my journey into one night stands ended up being one complicated mess. I should have known that for me it wouldn't be one night of fun. I should have known that one night stands never end at one night and they always turn into a whole bunch of trouble.
"What would you like me to be doing here?" She laughed and ran her hands through her jet black hair. Hair I knew was silky soft to the touch. Hair that I'd grabbed and pulled. I bit my lower lip as I stood there, in shock. If I'd known the reason why she was there, I would have run away. If I'd known who she was at the wedding I would have said no. But of course, I wasn't privy to that information. So of course my one night stand changed everything I thought I knew about my life and who I was.
My one night stand had a name. And that was Lalisa Manoban. And Lalisa Manoban was about to make everything in my life a whole lot more complicated. Because Lalisa Manoban was a lot more woman than just being Ms. Tongue, Lalisa Manoban was a woman that took what she wanted when she wanted it, no questions asked. And now that she'd seen me again. I was at the top of her list of wants.
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