Smut Til You Drop by T.J. Holland Page B

hand.
    I helped her out of the couch and led her
into the back room, where our vast array of toys were waiting.
    Don’t get me wrong, boys are nice, but girls
always know how to please each other. And Penny and I had lots of
experience. After all, that’s what roommates are for.
     
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    More Than
Drinks
     
    Her white, see-through sundress barely
covered her bikini but did a great job of showing off her tan,
muscular body. Her breasts were small but perky. She walked with a
confidence that told you she knew she was someone who could turn
heads but she had a smile genuine enough that anyone who looked her
in the eye felt they had a shot.
    She wasn’t the kind of girl who typically
needed a man. She was confident in herself and her goals and was
perfectly happy just working her way though college and enjoying
her early twenties, most of the time. Then there were days like
these.
    The wedding had been nice enough. A small
ceremony where she was the maid of honor as she watched her best
friend promise herself to the man of her dreams for all eternity.
It was cheesy but sweet and romantic at the same time. It also made
her wish for someone who loved her that much. She wanted to just be
happy for her friend and her new life but somehow the reception on
the beach with the bonfire and couples standing around was making
her feel a little sad that no wedding was anywhere in her near
future. That was silly of course, she wasn’t ready to get married
but it would be nice to know that someone loved you so much they
would be willing to swear off all other women for the rest of their
life to be with just that one person. Forever.
    The bartender seemed to sense her sadness.
Every time she returned to the bar for a refill he would compliment
her on how beautiful she looked. After a few trips, he began to
inquire if there was someone back home waiting for her who hadn’t
been able to fly out for the ceremony. “No one special, no.” He
again replied with a compliment which appeared more sincere than it
probably was considering he was a bartender and she had a slightly
altered perspective thanks to the alcohol. But at the time, it was
exactly what she needed to hear and believe. She returned to the
reception with a refilled glass and the hope that he would be
making more than drinks later that evening.
    After the bride and groom left, the
reception broke up quickly. The bartender was putting away the last
few bottles when she approached. He smiled kindly and told her that
the bar was closed but if she wanted to wait in the lobby bar, he’d
be off work in less than 30 minutes and he’d be honored to buy her
a drink. She knew she’d had enough already but she was feeling so
confused by her happiness for her friend and her momentary sadness
for herself that she was more than happy to accept his offer. If
nothing else, at least she wouldn’t have to go back to her room
alone for a while longer. If she got drunk enough, the loneliness
might fade or she would at least pass out quickly, thus not able to
think about it any longer. For a girl who is normally so self
assured and happy and confident, this feeling of self pity was new
and she didn’t like it. She’d be thrilled to board her plane the
next day and return to her home and single life that she was
typically very content with.
    She walked on the beach for a while
wondering how many others were listening to the roar of the waves
and wondering when, if ever, they too would find true love. It was
silly to think that and she scolded herself for it but weddings
were hard for he to watch. It was harder still to stand up for
those around you who were once in your situation but had found
something greater and were moving on to the next stage in their
lives. She wasn’t ready for the next stage. She still had plenty to
accomplish at this stage but deep down, a tiny part of her wanted
to find her soul mate.
    She was pretty sure the bartender wouldn’t
turn out to be her soul mate.