My name's Rich. I wish it wasn't just my name but you get the picture. I'm the next door nice guy. I love playing games and anime. I also play in a band and in one of my gigs, I met her.

I can still remember what she wore that night when she came to the bar for the first time. I knew, of course, because when my band is not playing, I work as a bartender.

"I like your style." she said as she stared down on my black and red jacket. I was flustered since nobody has ever given me attention until now. She was staring deeply in my eyes, unmoved despite the flashing lights of the dance floor. She glowed in her cream long sleeved chiffon dress, her thin frame looked frail against the dimly lit bar counter. I was lost for words.

"strawberry martini." she uttered next. It felt like eternity before I was able to move. Her eyes where some sort of a tranquilizer, I was stunned and forgot to breath normally.

Careful to not spill the drink on my now shaky hands, I was able to serve her a glass.

She took a sip as I internally slapped myself for staring at her rosey lips. She lingered some more at the bar counter and it made me wonder if she was alone.

I should've returned the compliment she gave me earlier about my jacket, I said to myself.

"Are you alone?" was all I was able to ask and it sounded more of a squeak. The loud party music drained the words that it did not reach her. She was looking in the crowd, probably browsing for a familiar face.

I asked again, louder this time and she turned her head and her raven her flipped magnificently behind her and to the side of her face.

"I'm not from around here." she replied.

"Where are you from?" I was able to ask. "...hmn. somewhere south."

She did it again. She stared into my eyes and it felt like she had unlocked all the secrets hidden in my very soul. I felt so vulnerable.

"Would you like some coffee?" she offered.

I was proud of myself that night for I was able to have a good conversation with a girl. And the next thing I knew, I found myself in her condominum unit, making out with a total stranger.

Her skin felt like rose petals against my calloused hands as I fervently peeled off the chiffon dress from her shoulders. Our lips danced in their own rhythmn, both her hands clamped at the back my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

"Do you have a boyfriend" I was able to ask in between catching our breath.

She gave me a questioning look as if asking me if I was for real. She smirked and pushed down her dress entirely. It fell on a heap around her feet.

"We can have this conversation or..." I watched her as she undid her bra.

"we get to know each other better." she finished as she strode across the room topless, my gaze never leaving her. I never knew I was this thirsty up to this moment when a girl, a total stranger who I met at the bar just hours ago is readily splayed on a couch in front of me. My mind was flashing, danger! There where red flags all around and I I chose to ignore. She can't be serious right?

I had a different thing in mind when I am to lose my virginity, probably to my beautiful bride dressed in white in our honeymoon at a beach paradise. I found myself whisper, "well she was in white and what an opportunity to pass by if not done for the taking. What was I to lose?

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, partly because I wanted to be sure she was consenting and mostly because I wasn't sure of myself. I heard her chuckle and I felt my heart sank. I must have looked... stupid.

I watched her hand gather her hair behind her shoulders, exposing her breast and all its glory. It felt like a steamy scene in an action movie where the leading man gets alone time with his lady love. The difference is that this is real life.

She spread her legs and I felt blood rush to my shaft. My hand immediately plopped to my crotch as a reflex. She stood up and walked to where I stood frozen as an ice column. Her warm luscious lips were on mine, coaxing to give her tongue entrance. I felt her hands at the bands of my jeans. The kiss got me so dazed, I barely noticed her hand in my pants. I momentarily longed for her lips when she stopped kissing only to blast me into outerspace with her expert tongue and hand motion. When I thought it can never get better she hummed and that's when I totally lost it.

I briskly pulled her up and pushed her down so she was bending over the wooden dining table. Her buttocks were at a perfect angle. With no hesitation, I rubbed her pulsating core through her moist panties to which later was pulled aside, exposing her glistening bud. I inserted one finger and then two and with a steady rhythm, the room was filled with her intoxicating mewls. I lost count on how many times she came on my hands, her panties were now down on her knees. She must have felt the head of my hard member touch her opening as I heard her muffled whimper. Her face was pressed on the furniture but she mustered to face back, her expression was that of great wanting to be filled, to be entered. I hesitated.

"This is wrong." I sternly said. I stepped back, hastily zipped my pants and grabbed my shirt and jacket.

"What's the matter?" She faced him and was leaning against the table, her elbows supporting her weight.

"Do you usually do this...this uhm with people you just met?" I said dubiously.

"I don't even know your name!" I blurted out in disbelief. The silence was broken by her laughter.

"Is that all?" she asked.

I just stared, careful to fix my gaze above her shoulder.

"Selena."

"What?"

"You asked for my name." she said. She pushed him on the couch and then straddled him.

"Shall we continue?", she asked but it sounded more like a command than an actual question. I was at her mercy.

The following day, I found the room empty. She left a note saying, "I had to leave early. Don't look for me."