calls himself Big Stick. “I’m a
virgin.”
Shit.
I couldn’t believe those words had just escaped my mouth. It was as if I had no
control. You’d understand if you saw this man. My mind ran through a litany of
pretty much every curse word I knew just then as I watched his reaction as if
in slow motion. Had I screwed this whole thing up beyond repair?
It
seemed that I had not.
“That’s
cool,” he said, raising his beer glass again.
I
toasted mugs with him, but robotically, having stunned myself with the idiocy
of that revelation. Really, Olivia, I thought – you couldn’t have come up with
something more along the lines of Star Trek or even like, secretly dancing
around to old Britney Spears tunes sometimes in the morning?
“Well,
I guess your username is perfect now,” I said, looking away from him.
However,
before he could respond, Veronica and Alex started shouting.
“Oh
shit, they so toasted again! This is going great!” I heard Veronica yelling
across the table to Alex, totally unnecessarily. How many Jager shots had she taken?
“And
that’s another drink you owe me,” she continued.
Throughout
this, another scuffle was starting over by the bar, with meatheads flying left
and right, glasses breaking, and someone’s “summa jam” pumping out of the
jukebox at a painful volume. I didn’t care so much about those string bean fries
anymore, and sort of doubted they’d be showing up anyway…
Big
Stick seemed to read my mind.
“Here’s
to Star Trek, virginity, and um…” He was leaning in really close now and I
could smell his cologne. It was classy – not too strong, with a vaguely leather
sort of smell. “Getting the hell out of here?”
Big
Stick grinned, clearly suggesting that we drink and ditch. I nodded vigorously
and got up with him. As we wound our way through the bar, he was whispering in
my ear.
“Now,
I’ve done this plenty of times, so just stick with me and you’ll be fine.”
I
looked at him skeptically. He didn't really seem like that sort of guy. We just
stared at each other for a moment, and then he cracked up.
"Just
kidding, Olivia!" he laughed. "But I’m up for an adventure if you
are... Whaddaya say?"
I
can’t lie – this was pretty great. Then he threw a wad of cash on the table.
Veronica
and Alex were falling all over their table and each other trying to tail us,
and, luckily, seemed to catch the eye of the bartender. Somehow they seemed
more outliers in this bar than the frat boys throwing drunken punches at each
other over by the jukebox.
In
moments, we were out of The Snake Pit, into the cool fall air, and walking away
from the bar. Would this be a perfect night?
-----------Chapter
10-----------
Outside
the overcrowded, noisy, sweaty, Snake Pit, a breath of fresh air awoke me. I
grabbed Big Stick’s hand and hurried him away from the front door. Bold move for me. I didn’t want Veronica and Alex to be
cramping my style all night and I thought they might be cramping his as well.
So pulling him in the opposite direction was my only option.
We
rounded the corner of the building and sat down on a stone bench normally
reserved for too-drunk girls and people looking to smoke a joint. I was hiding
us from my crazy friends. Tonight, bat shit crazy. I wasn’t going to allow them
scare away Big Stick. He was freaking gorgeous and had even offered to eat my
pie... At this point I would have loved to have him lick my plate clean. Hubba , hubba .
He
was smiling and breathing in the air. He lit up a small cigar and took a puff.
It smelled wonderful when mixed with his warm spicy cologne and natural musk.
Cigars didn’t bother me. Well, unless he smoked them all the time. It made him
seem like more of a man then all the young college guys, which thankfully he
wasn’t. It was like he was Brad Pitt in the movies.
Made
my thighs want to open up.
He
offered the cigar to me.
“Sure,
thanks” I said, trying to be casual and retain some
virgin.”
Shit.
I couldn’t believe those words had just escaped my mouth. It was as if I had no
control. You’d understand if you saw this man. My mind ran through a litany of
pretty much every curse word I knew just then as I watched his reaction as if
in slow motion. Had I screwed this whole thing up beyond repair?
It
seemed that I had not.
“That’s
cool,” he said, raising his beer glass again.
I
toasted mugs with him, but robotically, having stunned myself with the idiocy
of that revelation. Really, Olivia, I thought – you couldn’t have come up with
something more along the lines of Star Trek or even like, secretly dancing
around to old Britney Spears tunes sometimes in the morning?
“Well,
I guess your username is perfect now,” I said, looking away from him.
However,
before he could respond, Veronica and Alex started shouting.
“Oh
shit, they so toasted again! This is going great!” I heard Veronica yelling
across the table to Alex, totally unnecessarily. How many Jager shots had she taken?
“And
that’s another drink you owe me,” she continued.
Throughout
this, another scuffle was starting over by the bar, with meatheads flying left
and right, glasses breaking, and someone’s “summa jam” pumping out of the
jukebox at a painful volume. I didn’t care so much about those string bean fries
anymore, and sort of doubted they’d be showing up anyway…
Big
Stick seemed to read my mind.
“Here’s
to Star Trek, virginity, and um…” He was leaning in really close now and I
could smell his cologne. It was classy – not too strong, with a vaguely leather
sort of smell. “Getting the hell out of here?”
Big
Stick grinned, clearly suggesting that we drink and ditch. I nodded vigorously
and got up with him. As we wound our way through the bar, he was whispering in
my ear.
“Now,
I’ve done this plenty of times, so just stick with me and you’ll be fine.”
I
looked at him skeptically. He didn't really seem like that sort of guy. We just
stared at each other for a moment, and then he cracked up.
"Just
kidding, Olivia!" he laughed. "But I’m up for an adventure if you
are... Whaddaya say?"
I
can’t lie – this was pretty great. Then he threw a wad of cash on the table.
Veronica
and Alex were falling all over their table and each other trying to tail us,
and, luckily, seemed to catch the eye of the bartender. Somehow they seemed
more outliers in this bar than the frat boys throwing drunken punches at each
other over by the jukebox.
In
moments, we were out of The Snake Pit, into the cool fall air, and walking away
from the bar. Would this be a perfect night?
-----------Chapter
10-----------
Outside
the overcrowded, noisy, sweaty, Snake Pit, a breath of fresh air awoke me. I
grabbed Big Stick’s hand and hurried him away from the front door. Bold move for me. I didn’t want Veronica and Alex to be
cramping my style all night and I thought they might be cramping his as well.
So pulling him in the opposite direction was my only option.
We
rounded the corner of the building and sat down on a stone bench normally
reserved for too-drunk girls and people looking to smoke a joint. I was hiding
us from my crazy friends. Tonight, bat shit crazy. I wasn’t going to allow them
scare away Big Stick. He was freaking gorgeous and had even offered to eat my
pie... At this point I would have loved to have him lick my plate clean. Hubba , hubba .
He
was smiling and breathing in the air. He lit up a small cigar and took a puff.
It smelled wonderful when mixed with his warm spicy cologne and natural musk.
Cigars didn’t bother me. Well, unless he smoked them all the time. It made him
seem like more of a man then all the young college guys, which thankfully he
wasn’t. It was like he was Brad Pitt in the movies.
Made
my thighs want to open up.
He
offered the cigar to me.
“Sure,
thanks” I said, trying to be casual and retain some
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