Love 101...Lesson 8: Forgive and Move On (Section 2)
"So what's her name, was like....hey....and I was like, of course in my 'come hither' voice, hey yourself", Vince boasts, with Jesse hanging on his every word, and Leon on his cell phone craning his neck for every ass that passes by. I sit and down another shot of tequila, as V and J burst into another round of laughter.
"So, ma man, tell us what's got yer pannies all in a bunch", Vince tips another shot to his mouth and swallows contorting his face at me.
"Nothing", I state coldly looking around the place. We're sitting in the very back, in a booth, secluded, only interrupted by scantily clad waitresses.
"Ooookaaayyy", he slurs ans him and Jess laugh again. I look at the two of them and can't help but smile a little.
"Yeah! Now were having fun!", Vince chuckles triumphantly. I sit back and revel in the slight buzz tingling through my body.
"You know what you need?......something to take your mind off Leee...", Vince starts, but a quick glare stops him form uttering her name.
"...off work, I mean", he covers, with wide apologetic eyes. He stands and holds up one finger, then crawls over Jesse and Leon before diappearing through the bar. We all sit silently, and the guys continue to drink. Vince then returns, but not without company. He walks back hand in hand with a very leggy blonde baring her....everything. All the guys slowy raise their eyes to her as they approach us.
"Dom this is Tiffany.....Tiffany, sweetie, this is Domininc", she reachs out and I shake her hand, smiling, only out of politeness.
"Hi", she smiles brightly, and nods almost shyly. Loose women aren't supposed to be shy.
"Here Tiff, have a seat", Vince kicks Leon in the shin, causing him to get up.
"Jesse...", Vince glares at him, sending some message, and Jesse promptly slides out of the booth. I suddenly begin to realize what he's doing and stand to protest.
"We..have to go and do...something, but Dom, you stay here", he winks at Tiffany, backing away with the guys already halfway to the door.
"Vince", I growl standing up, pulling him out of earshot of Tiffany.
"Don't do this", I whipser harshly.
"Dom, come one....what are you gonna wait your whole life for her?....And not even give yourself a chance to get over her? Come on, I know it's not ideal, but just give it a chance....what's the worst that could happen?", he whispers back, concerned. We both stand for a moment letting our words take effect, before I just shake my head, surrenduring.
"I'll see ya tomorrow?", Vince nods. I just lower my eyes and nod. He pats me on the shoulder then turns and leaves. I take a deep breath and turn back to the table.
"Hi", I say quietly sitting back down. She smiles, and I must say that she's not that bad looking. She has all her teeth, as far as I can see...no tattoos, no scars, and she smells like vanilla, like my mom used to. I'm taken aback by her overall presentation, because despite the clothes, she has the makings of a nice girl.
We begin conversating, and she's not impressed by my line of work at all. She tells me about her going to college, working as a cocktail waitress for tuition. I really feel horrible for making so many bad assumptions about her. She's not being clingy, she hasnt even grazed my arm. We just sit and talk for a long while, and not once have I thought about Letty, well, until now.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?", she asks casually, fidgeting with a napkin.
"No, you got someone?", I ask back, not really concerned. She shakes her head, and we dive into awkward silence. She fidgets lightly under the table, as I get the idea to ask her more about herself, maybe even tell her that I like her smile. As if straight from some cheesy romantic comedy, we both blurt out unrecognizable starts of sentances at the same time, and both stop at the others start.
"Sorry....you go ahead", she smiles apologetically, warming my heart just a little. I smile at her and capture her kind, green eyes.
"No....I was just gonna tell you that you're smile is infectious.....comforting....you go ahead", I nod my head slowly, waiting for the inevitable shoot down. She smiles widely, putting me at ease.
"Umm, I don't want you to get the wrong idea when I ask you this, but....would you like come back to my place?....for coffee or something, just to talk some more?", she blurts, exhaling at the end, searching my face. She's everything I need. Someone who enjoys my company, who is genuinly a nice girl, with ambition and drive to be even better. She has most of the things that Letty has too, except interest in me. Vince's words haunt me. Should I wait around for something that was never a sure thing? Should I put my life on hold, and forfiet any chance of ever finding love? Will Letty ever love me anyway?
"Coffee...and talking....that's all, right?", I lick my lips thinking hard about the decision I'm close to making.
"Yeah...that's all", she smiles relieved that we have similar motives. I stare at her for a moment more, before deciding. What do I have to lose? I reach behind me, lifting my bottom of my chair, and get my wallet. I lay down a few bucks for the drinks and a tip. She bites her lip and smiles at my acceptance of her invitation. We get up and exit the smokey club. Standing outside I hail a cab for us and we shyly get in. She's almost as reluctant as me. We pull up to her apartment and walk up to the door. She fiddles with the keys and drops them. I lean over to pick them up as she does the same, our head meeting with a thud.
"Sorry", I mutter grabbing the keys, while she rubs her head, smiling. She's smiling even though I just involuntarily head butted her. She takes the keys and opens the door and we walk in quietly.
"You live alone?", I ask stepping just inside the doorway, as her hand runs up and down the wall beside the door, searching for the light switch.
"Yeah", she nods. In the silence, I can hear the filament ignite in the bulb before I see it. Small and simple, not something I'd expect from just looking at her, but I've made more than a few unfounded assupmtions about her tonight. Simple but still a nice place. Just the basics and a few framed pieces of art. She motions for me to sit on the couch so I do. I watch from my seat as she makes a pot of coffee.
"I'm just gonna get out of my work clothes", she rubs her hands together, letting coffee grounds fall to the floor, nodding. I nod back and she disappers into a room behind me. I take a deep breath, and my confidence begind to wane. I felt like a good idea earlier, but now I'm not so sure. She's really not the type of girl I want, right? All that make-up...those clothes...no....this isn't right. I get up from the couch and slowly walk over to, what I'm guessing is her room. I stop cause the door is almost closed, but slightly cracked. I can see movement through the crack, and although it's not in my nature to snoop, her body captivates me. She's nude, well, her lower half. She's turned away, and I watch her back being revealed as she slips off the black tank she was wearing. Bunched up in her shirt then released as the neckline slips over her head, her hair falls softly to the middle of her bare back, it's color reminescent of a buttercup. I've never liked blondes, but her hair is beautiful, a whole seperate entity from the rest of her. I've got to get out of here. I force my eyes down to the hard wood planks.
"Tiffany..", it comes out as a whisper, so I back away from the door a little.
"Tiffany...I...umm...I'm sorry, but...", I begin, feeling a sucking gust as she opens the door, her hair still moving forward, despite her body stopping.
"Huh?", she asks slightly out of breath, wearing cut-off sweats and another tank top. I'm speachless, staring into her flawless face. Why does she even wear make-up? Her face, especially her nose, is pink from washing her face. Her eyelashes still hold water droplets, and there's a line of moisture still around the outskirts of her face. Her green eyes are even clearer now that their not imprisoned by black liner. Her pupils look like water color paintings on white paper. It's futile trying to leave. She just keeps giving reasons to stay, but I...can't.
"I was just...", I start softly, and her eyes fall to my mouth. My eyes unconsciously fall to hers too.
"This doesn't....", I start again, and I can't stop looking at her lips, as she moves closer to me.
"You're a really nice...beautiful....", I try, as she continues to step until our chest make contact. Reaching me her eyes finally rise, and I look up at hers quickly. She takes a deep breath and leans into me agonizingly slow, putting a hand on my cheek. Without thinking, I give in and find myself leaning slightly, to accomodate her, drawn to her lips. Letting out a short quick breath of warm air on my lips, she kisses me, as I close my eyes. Softly, our lips just attach, and stay together, before she pulls back slightly. I open my eyes, but close them again slowly as she kisses me again, just like before, except our lips stay longer, before she pushes her tongue out softly. My mouth opens in response, and her tongue slips in and out of my mouth slowly. My tongue strokes the underside of hers, as our mouths try to decide wheather to open or close. My skin starts to burn and tingle as she slips her hands under my sweater and up my back, then around to my stomach. I loose myself completely in the moment, and let my hands wander to her hips, and her back. Taking a chance, because the opportunity may never present itself again, I let my hands slide to the curvature of her butt. She arches her back slightly, putting her hands on my shoulders, then suddenly launching her self onto me, wrapping her legs around me, never breaking contact with my mouth. I'm raptured, and it's almost like sleep-walking. I know it's happening, but I don't know how. I find myself walking forwards with her inner thighs now making contact with skin at my hips. My shirt must have been pushed up with her jumping. My knees hit the foot of the bed, and I turn around and sit, with her in my lap. Her hands cup my face, as her mouth kisses and licks at my chin, then my neck. She stops. Looking into my eyes, she leans back, and grabs the hem of her top. She pulls it off slowly, and her bare breast sit perfectly in front of me. This is embarassing, because I've never seen them this close, and in living color. She senses my first timer status almost instantly. I didn't know it was that obvious. She slowly runs a hand down my arm as I try to breath deeply, and control my more than obvious arousal, swallowing. She gently takes my hand and places it on one of her breast, as my heart threatens to escape from my heavily heaving chest. It's the softest thing I've ever touched, and I reach up with my empty hand to hold the other. I can feel her approving gaze and smile on me as I watch her nipples react to my touch. Engulfed with her chest, I don't even notice her lips comming back to mine, as she places her hands over mine, on her chest. She massages my hands in a motion to make me do the same. I, very gently, kneed them, because I've heard that some girls dont like you to be rough with them. I graze her nipples with the pads of my thumbs and almost loose it on the spot, when her head falls back and she moans softly. She leans back up and I stop, looking at her uneasy. She smiles at me, and my heart skips a beat. My body is almost shaking, out of nervousness, and her hands try to sooth me and she kisses me deeply, as she begins rocking towards me, rubbing, my very prominate erection through my pants. I pull back from her kiss, shyly, and she stops rocking.
"Dominic?", she leans back in and whispers against my lips.
"Are you sure about this?", she whispers again, and I try to think of an answer.
"So what's her name, was like....hey....and I was like, of course in my 'come hither' voice, hey yourself", Vince boasts, with Jesse hanging on his every word, and Leon on his cell phone craning his neck for every ass that passes by. I sit and down another shot of tequila, as V and J burst into another round of laughter.
"So, ma man, tell us what's got yer pannies all in a bunch", Vince tips another shot to his mouth and swallows contorting his face at me.
"Nothing", I state coldly looking around the place. We're sitting in the very back, in a booth, secluded, only interrupted by scantily clad waitresses.
"Ooookaaayyy", he slurs ans him and Jess laugh again. I look at the two of them and can't help but smile a little.
"Yeah! Now were having fun!", Vince chuckles triumphantly. I sit back and revel in the slight buzz tingling through my body.
"You know what you need?......something to take your mind off Leee...", Vince starts, but a quick glare stops him form uttering her name.
"...off work, I mean", he covers, with wide apologetic eyes. He stands and holds up one finger, then crawls over Jesse and Leon before diappearing through the bar. We all sit silently, and the guys continue to drink. Vince then returns, but not without company. He walks back hand in hand with a very leggy blonde baring her....everything. All the guys slowy raise their eyes to her as they approach us.
"Dom this is Tiffany.....Tiffany, sweetie, this is Domininc", she reachs out and I shake her hand, smiling, only out of politeness.
"Hi", she smiles brightly, and nods almost shyly. Loose women aren't supposed to be shy.
"Here Tiff, have a seat", Vince kicks Leon in the shin, causing him to get up.
"Jesse...", Vince glares at him, sending some message, and Jesse promptly slides out of the booth. I suddenly begin to realize what he's doing and stand to protest.
"We..have to go and do...something, but Dom, you stay here", he winks at Tiffany, backing away with the guys already halfway to the door.
"Vince", I growl standing up, pulling him out of earshot of Tiffany.
"Don't do this", I whipser harshly.
"Dom, come one....what are you gonna wait your whole life for her?....And not even give yourself a chance to get over her? Come on, I know it's not ideal, but just give it a chance....what's the worst that could happen?", he whispers back, concerned. We both stand for a moment letting our words take effect, before I just shake my head, surrenduring.
"I'll see ya tomorrow?", Vince nods. I just lower my eyes and nod. He pats me on the shoulder then turns and leaves. I take a deep breath and turn back to the table.
"Hi", I say quietly sitting back down. She smiles, and I must say that she's not that bad looking. She has all her teeth, as far as I can see...no tattoos, no scars, and she smells like vanilla, like my mom used to. I'm taken aback by her overall presentation, because despite the clothes, she has the makings of a nice girl.
We begin conversating, and she's not impressed by my line of work at all. She tells me about her going to college, working as a cocktail waitress for tuition. I really feel horrible for making so many bad assumptions about her. She's not being clingy, she hasnt even grazed my arm. We just sit and talk for a long while, and not once have I thought about Letty, well, until now.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?", she asks casually, fidgeting with a napkin.
"No, you got someone?", I ask back, not really concerned. She shakes her head, and we dive into awkward silence. She fidgets lightly under the table, as I get the idea to ask her more about herself, maybe even tell her that I like her smile. As if straight from some cheesy romantic comedy, we both blurt out unrecognizable starts of sentances at the same time, and both stop at the others start.
"Sorry....you go ahead", she smiles apologetically, warming my heart just a little. I smile at her and capture her kind, green eyes.
"No....I was just gonna tell you that you're smile is infectious.....comforting....you go ahead", I nod my head slowly, waiting for the inevitable shoot down. She smiles widely, putting me at ease.
"Umm, I don't want you to get the wrong idea when I ask you this, but....would you like come back to my place?....for coffee or something, just to talk some more?", she blurts, exhaling at the end, searching my face. She's everything I need. Someone who enjoys my company, who is genuinly a nice girl, with ambition and drive to be even better. She has most of the things that Letty has too, except interest in me. Vince's words haunt me. Should I wait around for something that was never a sure thing? Should I put my life on hold, and forfiet any chance of ever finding love? Will Letty ever love me anyway?
"Coffee...and talking....that's all, right?", I lick my lips thinking hard about the decision I'm close to making.
"Yeah...that's all", she smiles relieved that we have similar motives. I stare at her for a moment more, before deciding. What do I have to lose? I reach behind me, lifting my bottom of my chair, and get my wallet. I lay down a few bucks for the drinks and a tip. She bites her lip and smiles at my acceptance of her invitation. We get up and exit the smokey club. Standing outside I hail a cab for us and we shyly get in. She's almost as reluctant as me. We pull up to her apartment and walk up to the door. She fiddles with the keys and drops them. I lean over to pick them up as she does the same, our head meeting with a thud.
"Sorry", I mutter grabbing the keys, while she rubs her head, smiling. She's smiling even though I just involuntarily head butted her. She takes the keys and opens the door and we walk in quietly.
"You live alone?", I ask stepping just inside the doorway, as her hand runs up and down the wall beside the door, searching for the light switch.
"Yeah", she nods. In the silence, I can hear the filament ignite in the bulb before I see it. Small and simple, not something I'd expect from just looking at her, but I've made more than a few unfounded assupmtions about her tonight. Simple but still a nice place. Just the basics and a few framed pieces of art. She motions for me to sit on the couch so I do. I watch from my seat as she makes a pot of coffee.
"I'm just gonna get out of my work clothes", she rubs her hands together, letting coffee grounds fall to the floor, nodding. I nod back and she disappers into a room behind me. I take a deep breath, and my confidence begind to wane. I felt like a good idea earlier, but now I'm not so sure. She's really not the type of girl I want, right? All that make-up...those clothes...no....this isn't right. I get up from the couch and slowly walk over to, what I'm guessing is her room. I stop cause the door is almost closed, but slightly cracked. I can see movement through the crack, and although it's not in my nature to snoop, her body captivates me. She's nude, well, her lower half. She's turned away, and I watch her back being revealed as she slips off the black tank she was wearing. Bunched up in her shirt then released as the neckline slips over her head, her hair falls softly to the middle of her bare back, it's color reminescent of a buttercup. I've never liked blondes, but her hair is beautiful, a whole seperate entity from the rest of her. I've got to get out of here. I force my eyes down to the hard wood planks.
"Tiffany..", it comes out as a whisper, so I back away from the door a little.
"Tiffany...I...umm...I'm sorry, but...", I begin, feeling a sucking gust as she opens the door, her hair still moving forward, despite her body stopping.
"Huh?", she asks slightly out of breath, wearing cut-off sweats and another tank top. I'm speachless, staring into her flawless face. Why does she even wear make-up? Her face, especially her nose, is pink from washing her face. Her eyelashes still hold water droplets, and there's a line of moisture still around the outskirts of her face. Her green eyes are even clearer now that their not imprisoned by black liner. Her pupils look like water color paintings on white paper. It's futile trying to leave. She just keeps giving reasons to stay, but I...can't.
"I was just...", I start softly, and her eyes fall to my mouth. My eyes unconsciously fall to hers too.
"This doesn't....", I start again, and I can't stop looking at her lips, as she moves closer to me.
"You're a really nice...beautiful....", I try, as she continues to step until our chest make contact. Reaching me her eyes finally rise, and I look up at hers quickly. She takes a deep breath and leans into me agonizingly slow, putting a hand on my cheek. Without thinking, I give in and find myself leaning slightly, to accomodate her, drawn to her lips. Letting out a short quick breath of warm air on my lips, she kisses me, as I close my eyes. Softly, our lips just attach, and stay together, before she pulls back slightly. I open my eyes, but close them again slowly as she kisses me again, just like before, except our lips stay longer, before she pushes her tongue out softly. My mouth opens in response, and her tongue slips in and out of my mouth slowly. My tongue strokes the underside of hers, as our mouths try to decide wheather to open or close. My skin starts to burn and tingle as she slips her hands under my sweater and up my back, then around to my stomach. I loose myself completely in the moment, and let my hands wander to her hips, and her back. Taking a chance, because the opportunity may never present itself again, I let my hands slide to the curvature of her butt. She arches her back slightly, putting her hands on my shoulders, then suddenly launching her self onto me, wrapping her legs around me, never breaking contact with my mouth. I'm raptured, and it's almost like sleep-walking. I know it's happening, but I don't know how. I find myself walking forwards with her inner thighs now making contact with skin at my hips. My shirt must have been pushed up with her jumping. My knees hit the foot of the bed, and I turn around and sit, with her in my lap. Her hands cup my face, as her mouth kisses and licks at my chin, then my neck. She stops. Looking into my eyes, she leans back, and grabs the hem of her top. She pulls it off slowly, and her bare breast sit perfectly in front of me. This is embarassing, because I've never seen them this close, and in living color. She senses my first timer status almost instantly. I didn't know it was that obvious. She slowly runs a hand down my arm as I try to breath deeply, and control my more than obvious arousal, swallowing. She gently takes my hand and places it on one of her breast, as my heart threatens to escape from my heavily heaving chest. It's the softest thing I've ever touched, and I reach up with my empty hand to hold the other. I can feel her approving gaze and smile on me as I watch her nipples react to my touch. Engulfed with her chest, I don't even notice her lips comming back to mine, as she places her hands over mine, on her chest. She massages my hands in a motion to make me do the same. I, very gently, kneed them, because I've heard that some girls dont like you to be rough with them. I graze her nipples with the pads of my thumbs and almost loose it on the spot, when her head falls back and she moans softly. She leans back up and I stop, looking at her uneasy. She smiles at me, and my heart skips a beat. My body is almost shaking, out of nervousness, and her hands try to sooth me and she kisses me deeply, as she begins rocking towards me, rubbing, my very prominate erection through my pants. I pull back from her kiss, shyly, and she stops rocking.
"Dominic?", she leans back in and whispers against my lips.
"Are you sure about this?", she whispers again, and I try to think of an answer.