Chapter 15

I was single again after a long breakup, my heart still shattered. I wanted someone to fill the void he’d left behind. His touch still lingered on my skin, my nose could still catch his scent, and the desire for his body burned strong. I wanted to live, I needed to live, I needed someone to make me feel alive…

It was just another club night like so many others. My friends were trying to cheer me up, pumping me full of drinks and shoving me toward every hot guy who showed up. I tried to feel something, but it just wouldn’t click; it wasn’t the same. Still, I was there, dancing amid the laughter and flashing lights, trying to forget, trying to reclaim what I’d lost.

In the middle of the dance floor, something caught my eye. She drew me in like a magnet, her intense eyes and messy ponytail piled on top of her head locking onto mine as if she knew exactly what I needed. I was trapped in her gaze, unable to look away for even a second. The spell broke when she turned her face, seeming to point toward a spot, and once she got some nod from me, she wove through the crowd that way — it was the club’s bathroom.

When I got to the bathroom, there were other girls gossiping in front of the mirror and a couple making out near the door. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, making it suffocating. She was standing by one of the stall doors and smiled at me. I got the message. I went over to her, and when I was close, she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside like a spider snaring its prey in its web. As soon as the door locked, without any consent asked, her tongue invaded my mouth. For a split second, I felt violated by that kiss, but I didn’t understand why I wanted more. My body heated up fast, and I felt the raw burn of desire throbbing between my legs. My breasts hardened, and under my bra, they felt so sensitive. My face must’ve been flushed bright red.

The taste of her tongue in my mouth was boozy, the texture of her lips soft, and her wild hands roamed over my clothes, hunting for zippers and buttons to undo. I hadn’t even heard her voice yet when my panties dropped to my knees.

“Hot stuff…”

That was the first thing I heard from her lips before I felt her fingers between my legs, parting my folds, searching for wetness to slick up her work. At that touch, my mouth flew open in a spasm, an involuntary gasp, and her tongue didn’t stop dancing with mine for a moment. My body went weak; her touch was pure bliss, and the heat of it ramped up my pleasure so much I couldn’t think straight. She hit the right spots, plunging her fingers deep inside me and pulling back to circle my favorite point with precision. I moaned loud amid the thumping club music — no one would hear. She could fuck me to death with pleasure, and nobody would notice.

In one smooth move, my top plunged down to my navel along with my bra, and with nails, hands, and fingers, my pink, sensitive breasts were touched, squeezed, and twisted. Now leaving my mouth, she started sucking on my exposed tits. The sight of that woman with her hands all over me, devouring me so hungrily, turned me on like crazy. I felt like I needed her inside me somehow, needed to be invaded, fucked hard, pounded deep! I had to settle for her fingers, which were already pushing me right to the edge of orgasm.

When I realized what she’d do next, I tried to protest, but all that came out was a curse.

“Holy fuck!”

I said it while clutching her hair in desperation, not knowing what to do with my hands.

She dropped to her knees and went straight for it, sucking hard and almost painfully. The fingers already there joined others, penetrating together and stretching me wider. It was an explosion of pain and pleasure that had me gushing down my legs, soaking her fingers completely. The musky scent of my pussy filled the air, overpowering every other smell in there. Her hot tongue swept over me in rhythms I couldn’t keep up with. I had to brace against the walls of that tiny space and prop one foot on the dirty toilet to stay upright. I was screaming without realizing it, moaning, cursing — and she didn’t stop, no mercy for my sweet torment. She punished me with her mouth and gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. Spread wide and arching my hips forward, she finished by gripping one breast and fingering me deep while she sucked, showing no pity as the climax crashed over me, draining my strength and leaving me shaking like a fool.

When she was satisfied, she stood up, pressed her face close to mine like she wanted to share the same breath, and said:

“Get yourself together!”

The words barely left her mouth before a quick kiss to distract me, and she unlocked the door, announcing our exit.

I needed to dry off, pull myself together, figure out what the hell just happened. I thought she’d wait for me outside. I wanted to hear her voice, learn her name. But she was gone. When I finally stepped out, fixed up, I looked for her and spotted her on the dance floor, already claiming another victim — slut!

To this day, I don’t know her name. That was the first and last time I hooked up with a woman. “Thanks, girl, for making me forget him, at least for tonight!” Tonight, for this one night, I had a smile on my face again.