In the dark, there were flickering lights. People danced in the streets to the loud music. My beating heart was accompanied by a loud bass. Loud cheers among us grow inaudible as unrecognizable faces emerge from the darkness.
I discovered a semblance of calm in this environment, where the deafening music had become my drug for forgetting about the pain I'd been through. Just to forget about the tears I used to cry.
I sat at the bar, bored, and drank a shot of whisky while listening to the music and watching the people rejoice; all the while, my eyes searched for the person who texted me in the hospital. Where was she?
Anna. Before Louisa, Anna was once the woman who knew how to make me feel good in bed.
Despite her god-given cock-sucking abilities in the bedroom, her spouse was unable to satisfy her sexual desires due to his extended absence. He was only concerned with his work and left her alone. She eventually grew estranged from him and began to cheat.
Years ago, we sporadically dated and had an on-and-off relationship. It wasn't meaningful, though we were childhood friends. We simply choose to do it because we recognized how similar we are. Like me, she only dated older men after we broke up.
At this point, she looked for a way to fill the void in her life by engaging in promiscuity.
She has everything she wants in life, which is something that every woman wishes for, riches. She was a gorgeous fellow, living in style. She did, however, overlook one detail.
She wanted a child.
Her husband does not desire children, which contradicts her beliefs. She married him to start her own family. But she is unable to do so. She believes that if she cheats, she will be able to have a child in that marriage.
Until now, she had expressed her desire for one on a few occasions. I wanted her skills, but I didn't want any of the responsibilities that would come with having a child with her. Allow people to do that for you. Unfortunately, I'm not one of them.
Maybe, she won't show up after all. Maybe, I had unrealistic expectations.
When I flicked my head sideward, I saw someone approaching my direction while I was enjoying the last sip of my drink.
A tall, skinny woman approached me aggressively, pushing others aside as if she owned the route, and stood at the stool with her torso a bit forward towards me, as if she was trying too hard to reveal her curves in her tight clothes that matched her heavy make-up and wavy dark hair. Her brown eyes shone with intent. What she was up to had a pretty obvious motive.
"Are you lonely, pretty boy?" Her voice was beguiling.
I grinned without saying anything. Maybe you're attempting to keep a polite manner. I wasn't playing this game though, because I was seeking Anna, the main reason for my visit. I haven't seen her since we came. But this woman went ahead and smiled as she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back towards the fire exit.
***
She slammed me towards the wall and caressed my face down to my crotch in under a minute. Her speed nearly made me yelp, especially when she gripped my crotch.
As I pushed her outside the bar and grabbed her hand dragging her to my car, I couldn't help but smile. I kissed her on the lips, smearing her red lipstick all over her face and neck.
My hands stayed relaxed as I grabbed her top and unfastened the buttons of her blouse to show her black bra. When she unlatched her bra without hesitation, showing her pink nipples, her intense ecstasy seemed to consume her.
She arched and grasped my hair as I squeezed her breasts, pushing me closer to her as though she didn't want me to stop licking them. She screamed as my mouth gobbled her tight center.
I left my boxers on and unbuttoned my white long sleeves and denim pants. I snatched her up and sat her in the driver's seat on my lap. Her hands crawled down the back of my neck to my hard cock under the fabric.
When I felt her palm rubbing my arm up and down, I moaned. I snatched off both her and my last fabric. She didn't hesitate to take a pack of condoms from her bag and place it on my cock before she sat on it.
I began to thrust quickly and forcefully, causing the car to shake.
She squeaked softly as if she was trying not to scream too loud while doing this intimate behavior in public. We both danced in time, squeezing and sucking her breasts till she arched and climaxed.
I followed a few seconds later, letting out a loud moan. "Fuck."
She got out of the driver's seat, picked up her clothing, and put them on. I followed suit. When she asked a question after I buttoned my top, I almost recoiled in my seat.
"What's with Alex's name?"
I was perplexed. My brows knitted together as I turned my head to face her.
"Can you tell me why you're asking?"
She sucked in a big breath and sighed, her eyes on me. "You keep murmuring his name in my ear. I feel like you're gay but you're hiding behind the closet. D'you know what I mean?"
She paused for a moment, then chuckled and crossed her arms.
She took a breather and lit a cigarette from her bag. She cocked her head and fixed her gaze on me.
"So, I didn't mind if you kept repeating his name while we were fucking. I respect you if you've just realized who you are. We've arrived in the twenty-first century. Who would still despise gays?"
To hide my flush, I averted my gaze and leaned my back against the leather seat even harder than before. I didn't want to hear anything further about it.
"Get out," I sputtered before she could say anything.
"Fine. But, I mean what I said." She grabbed her purse and pushed open the door. She smiled as she turned around. As she stepped out of the car and closed the door she said, "Anyway, thanks for the night."
I couldn't help but smack my palms on the steering wheel, take a deep breath in, and let out an exasperated groan when she was already out. I brushed my hair with my fingers, letting my hand contact the back of my skull.
"What am I thinking?" I whispered. "Alex, what is it about you?" Before starting the car to drive home, I massaged my face and moaned. "Why are you driving me crazy now?"
***
After closing the door, I tossed the car keys on the coffee table and jumped onto the couch, my face pressed against the fabric. Then, I turned my head to take a breath and found myself with a blank mind, staring at the ceiling with my arm on my forehead.
What the hell is going on with me? What is it about you, Alex?
I exhaled, covering my lips with my hand and pressing my chest to calm my rushing heart.