Chapter 15
I was single again after a long relationship ended, 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 smell his scent, and the craving for his body was still strong. I wanted to live, I needed to live, I needed someone to make me feel alive...
It was just another club like so many others, my friends trying to console me by loading me up with drinks and shoving me toward every hot guy who showed up. I tried to feel something, but nothing clicked inside me; it wasn't the same. But 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 pulled me in like a magnet, her intense eyes and messy hair piled up on top of her head staring at me like she knew exactly what I needed. I was locked in her gaze, couldn't look away for even a second, until she turned her face like she was pointing out a spot and, getting some kind of nod from me, she wove through the crowd toward it—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 by the door, the stench of cigarettes hanging heavy in the air, 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 yanked 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 get it—I wanted more. My body heated up fast, and I felt the raw burn of desire throbbing between my legs, my tits hardening, sensitive under my bra, my face on fire, probably beet red.
The taste of her tongue in my mouth had a boozy edge, 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 were yanked down to my knees.
"Hot stuff..."
That was the first thing I heard come out of her mouth before I felt her fingers between my legs, spreading my folds, searching for wetness to slick up her work. At that touch, my mouth flew open in a spasm, totally involuntary, and her tongue kept dancing in mine without missing a beat. My body went weak, her touch was pure bliss, and the heat of it all 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 was moaning loud over the thumping music from the club—no one would hear a thing, she could fuck me to death with pleasure and nobody would know.
In one smooth move, my top was pulled down to my navel along with my bra, and with nails, hands, and fingers, my sensitive pink tits were touched, squeezed, and twisted. Now leaving my mouth, she started sucking on my exposed breasts, 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 coming.
When I realized what she was about to 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 down and went straight for it, sucking me hard and painful, the fingers already there joined by more, penetrating together, stretching me open—it was a blast 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, making moves I couldn't keep up with. I had to brace against the walls of the tiny space and prop one foot on that filthy toilet just to stay upright. I was screaming without realizing it, moaning, cursing, and she didn't stop, no mercy for my sweet agony—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 tit and fingering me while she sucked, showing no pity when the climax hit like a freight train, draining my strength and leaving me shaking like an idiot.
When she was done, she stood up, pressed her face close to mine like she wanted to share the same breath, and said:
"Get yourself together!"
Right after those short words, a quick kiss to throw me off, and she unlocked the door, signaling our exit.
I needed to dry off, pull myself together, figure out what the hell just happened. I figured she'd wait for me outside—I wanted to hear her voice, learn her name—but she was gone. When I came out all fixed up, I looked for her, and when I found her, she was out on the dance floor snagging another victim—slut!
To this day, I still don't know her name. That was my first and last time 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.