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Well, I found out exactly what we had decided to do. Obviously in my drunken
stupor, I had agreed to be exclusivly date this girl whose named turned out to be Layla, which
she told me on numerous occasions meant "dark one". It was kind of like that old Meatloaf song,
where the guy tries to get the girl in bed by agreeing to marry her and stay with her forever,
and then after realizing what he'd done, prays for the "end of time" to come so he could be rid
of her forever. Apparently, I had told her that I wasn't just going to fuck her and leave her,
that we were now "an item", although to this day, I still don't remember telling her that.
As she chatting cheerily away at "brunch", I started to wonder what I'd gotten
myself into. She was very loud and boisterious, almost to the point of being obnoxious. The
bewildered stares that we were getting from neighboring diners, plus the way her sunny-side eggs
were staring at me was really setting off my already too prominent hang-over. I actually
considered going to the bathroom and making a break for it, but I decided that was very
juvenile, although there was almost nothing more that I wanted at that moment.
"You look a little...peakish." she said, and eyed me. She bit into a bagel, and
my stomach lurched. I'm still not sure if it was because of the way she bit into it (kind of
like a starved animal eating its first kill in a week) or the fact that all that alcohol from
last night was still sloshing around the walls of my stomach, but I lost it right there. Now I
was the one getting the bewildered stares.
"Oh dear." she said, with an amused chuckle. She bent down to start cleaning
up my mess. Its a good thing we were seated at an out door booth.
"You're a little too good at that," I said as I sat back up to wipe my mouth.
Bad idea. My stomach started to act up again, so I had to lurch over in a sort of fetal
position to make it stop hurting.
"I work in a bar you know." she said, not looking at me. When she finished,
she looked up at me and laughed. I got a little annoyed then, even though afterwards I realized
that I really must have looked foolish, leaning half way of my chair, my face all red and my
eyes glazed over.
"What?" I asked sharply, but she just shook her head and handed me a glass of
orange juice. "Here, drink it."
"No." I objected.
"Come on, just drink it! I'll make you feel better." I grudgingly accepted
the juice, and it actually did make my stomach feel a litte better.
"I'm sorry, I guess I should have left you in bed. Let's get you home, ok?". I
nodded numbly, and as we walked away I could hear the snickers of the people who had just
witnessed that delicious scene.
As we started to walk, I felt a little better knowing that my bed was only a
five minute walk away. My stomach was feeling a lot better, and I started to wonder
if Layla was going to stay at my house with me. I know this sounds bad, but I was a started to
get a little hard from the way her butt looked in her faded jeans, and I wouldn't have minded a
repeat accurance of last night.
"So, you don't drink a lot, do you?"
"No, not really." I said, struggling to control my nosy boner. "I hadn't even
planned to drink last night."
"I know. You kept repeating that." she said and smiled. She had a nice smile,
I deduced.
"What's the smile for?"
"I don't know..." she said and trailed off. She started to kick a stone on
the path with her sandled feet. "You were really cute last night."
"Was I?" I was fishing now, and I think she knew it, because she grinned.
"Yes, you were adorable."
We were at my house now. I leaned against the wall right next to my door. I had
a full flegded hard on now, and I intended to use it.
"So, are you coming in?" I asked, looking her up and down. She smiled coyly at
me, and sighed.
"I don't know, should I?" she asked, coming a little closer to me. I nodded,
and then leaned over to kiss her. A good thing I had that orange juice indeed! I wouldn't have
wanted to kiss me after that.
It was a real...lusty kiss, I guess you could say. Hungry in a way. She wrapped
her arms around me, and fumbling for the door knob, we entered my little house still lip-locked.
We burst through the door, and flung ourselves onto my bed. As pieces of clothes flew left and
right, we started to explore each other's bodies in passion filled sort of bliss. Well, we did
until Remus walked in and fucked things up.
"Sirius, I thought I heard you come in--" he cut himself off as the scene in
front of him registered in his mind. I had forgotten he would be home! We were all frozen,
Layla with only her bra and panties on, and me with my hand down her pants.
"Jesus!" I cried out, and tried unsuccessfully to cover Layla's body with a
small piece of sheet. Remus, regaining his decorum just simply said "Whoops!" and walked back
into the kitchen, laughing the whole time. I looked at Layla, expecting her to be horrified from
just being walked in on in one of the most vunerable of acts, but to my surprise, she was
laughing herself. As she reached for her shirt she asked "So, who's your friend?".
Surprisingly enough considering their first encounter, Remus and Layla got
along quite well. After all the proper introductions, Layla with a glass of cheap wine I had
bought ages ago for my god-son's graduation and had never got around to opening, and Remus and I
dragging off home rolled cigarettes, we all seated ourselves in the living room to talk.
"I can swear that I've seen you before," Remus said, pointing the cigarette in
Layla's direction. She looked a little uneasy at first, until I replied "She's a bartender
at the Hoghead's."
"Yes, maybe that's where I know you from..." he trailed, but by the look of it,
he wasn't convinced. I shrugged it off, though, happy that things were going so smoothly
between everyone.
"So, how long have you two been flat mates?" Layla jumped in, and we happily
told her the stories about the "Awesome Foursome" known as Prongs, Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail.
We were all having such a nice time, that two thoughts escaped my mind. One, was the time. By
the time we were done talking it was well past 8:00 and Layla had a 9-close shift that night at
the bar. But another thought had left me, that I only remembered as I was giving Layla a good
night kiss. Had I really thought this girl had been an obnoxious bar slut? As I recieved one
of the sweetest kissed I'd ever had and turned to close the door, a thought rang through my head
as clear as a bell-- "I'm glad we decided to do this too."
Well, I found out exactly what we had decided to do. Obviously in my drunken
stupor, I had agreed to be exclusivly date this girl whose named turned out to be Layla, which
she told me on numerous occasions meant "dark one". It was kind of like that old Meatloaf song,
where the guy tries to get the girl in bed by agreeing to marry her and stay with her forever,
and then after realizing what he'd done, prays for the "end of time" to come so he could be rid
of her forever. Apparently, I had told her that I wasn't just going to fuck her and leave her,
that we were now "an item", although to this day, I still don't remember telling her that.
As she chatting cheerily away at "brunch", I started to wonder what I'd gotten
myself into. She was very loud and boisterious, almost to the point of being obnoxious. The
bewildered stares that we were getting from neighboring diners, plus the way her sunny-side eggs
were staring at me was really setting off my already too prominent hang-over. I actually
considered going to the bathroom and making a break for it, but I decided that was very
juvenile, although there was almost nothing more that I wanted at that moment.
"You look a little...peakish." she said, and eyed me. She bit into a bagel, and
my stomach lurched. I'm still not sure if it was because of the way she bit into it (kind of
like a starved animal eating its first kill in a week) or the fact that all that alcohol from
last night was still sloshing around the walls of my stomach, but I lost it right there. Now I
was the one getting the bewildered stares.
"Oh dear." she said, with an amused chuckle. She bent down to start cleaning
up my mess. Its a good thing we were seated at an out door booth.
"You're a little too good at that," I said as I sat back up to wipe my mouth.
Bad idea. My stomach started to act up again, so I had to lurch over in a sort of fetal
position to make it stop hurting.
"I work in a bar you know." she said, not looking at me. When she finished,
she looked up at me and laughed. I got a little annoyed then, even though afterwards I realized
that I really must have looked foolish, leaning half way of my chair, my face all red and my
eyes glazed over.
"What?" I asked sharply, but she just shook her head and handed me a glass of
orange juice. "Here, drink it."
"No." I objected.
"Come on, just drink it! I'll make you feel better." I grudgingly accepted
the juice, and it actually did make my stomach feel a litte better.
"I'm sorry, I guess I should have left you in bed. Let's get you home, ok?". I
nodded numbly, and as we walked away I could hear the snickers of the people who had just
witnessed that delicious scene.
As we started to walk, I felt a little better knowing that my bed was only a
five minute walk away. My stomach was feeling a lot better, and I started to wonder
if Layla was going to stay at my house with me. I know this sounds bad, but I was a started to
get a little hard from the way her butt looked in her faded jeans, and I wouldn't have minded a
repeat accurance of last night.
"So, you don't drink a lot, do you?"
"No, not really." I said, struggling to control my nosy boner. "I hadn't even
planned to drink last night."
"I know. You kept repeating that." she said and smiled. She had a nice smile,
I deduced.
"What's the smile for?"
"I don't know..." she said and trailed off. She started to kick a stone on
the path with her sandled feet. "You were really cute last night."
"Was I?" I was fishing now, and I think she knew it, because she grinned.
"Yes, you were adorable."
We were at my house now. I leaned against the wall right next to my door. I had
a full flegded hard on now, and I intended to use it.
"So, are you coming in?" I asked, looking her up and down. She smiled coyly at
me, and sighed.
"I don't know, should I?" she asked, coming a little closer to me. I nodded,
and then leaned over to kiss her. A good thing I had that orange juice indeed! I wouldn't have
wanted to kiss me after that.
It was a real...lusty kiss, I guess you could say. Hungry in a way. She wrapped
her arms around me, and fumbling for the door knob, we entered my little house still lip-locked.
We burst through the door, and flung ourselves onto my bed. As pieces of clothes flew left and
right, we started to explore each other's bodies in passion filled sort of bliss. Well, we did
until Remus walked in and fucked things up.
"Sirius, I thought I heard you come in--" he cut himself off as the scene in
front of him registered in his mind. I had forgotten he would be home! We were all frozen,
Layla with only her bra and panties on, and me with my hand down her pants.
"Jesus!" I cried out, and tried unsuccessfully to cover Layla's body with a
small piece of sheet. Remus, regaining his decorum just simply said "Whoops!" and walked back
into the kitchen, laughing the whole time. I looked at Layla, expecting her to be horrified from
just being walked in on in one of the most vunerable of acts, but to my surprise, she was
laughing herself. As she reached for her shirt she asked "So, who's your friend?".
Surprisingly enough considering their first encounter, Remus and Layla got
along quite well. After all the proper introductions, Layla with a glass of cheap wine I had
bought ages ago for my god-son's graduation and had never got around to opening, and Remus and I
dragging off home rolled cigarettes, we all seated ourselves in the living room to talk.
"I can swear that I've seen you before," Remus said, pointing the cigarette in
Layla's direction. She looked a little uneasy at first, until I replied "She's a bartender
at the Hoghead's."
"Yes, maybe that's where I know you from..." he trailed, but by the look of it,
he wasn't convinced. I shrugged it off, though, happy that things were going so smoothly
between everyone.
"So, how long have you two been flat mates?" Layla jumped in, and we happily
told her the stories about the "Awesome Foursome" known as Prongs, Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail.
We were all having such a nice time, that two thoughts escaped my mind. One, was the time. By
the time we were done talking it was well past 8:00 and Layla had a 9-close shift that night at
the bar. But another thought had left me, that I only remembered as I was giving Layla a good
night kiss. Had I really thought this girl had been an obnoxious bar slut? As I recieved one
of the sweetest kissed I'd ever had and turned to close the door, a thought rang through my head
as clear as a bell-- "I'm glad we decided to do this too."