Rosie's Story

"Rufus is AWOL, Poppy's getting all lovey-dovey, Andi's got her own stuff going on." I observed from the deck of the boat as the party began to wind down. "Is this how it's gonna be now? Are us two gonna be the boring ones, while they have all the fun? What am I saying? You don't care. You're passed out." I sighed, looking at Marie's sleeping face.

I wanted this party to keep going, so I could pretend that my life hadn't become so pathetic that I was the only one going home alone.

"Well, this one's not having any more fun tonight." Sienna's voice decided from behind me. "Guess it's time to take her home, you coming?" She asked me, but I already knew I wasn't. I wasn't ready yet.

"There any good bars near here?" I asked in a mellow tone, hoping she wouldn't try to argue with me.

Thankfully, Sienna seemed to understand I needed a bit more time. "I live above one not too far from here... That's the address." She offered, writing on the back of my hand. "If you need to, crash upstairs, I'm going to a friend's after I drop this one off."

"A friend, huh?" I laughed, knowing full well what she really meant. "Have fun."

"I always do." She replied, helping Marie to her feet and carrying her off the boat. I looked at the address on my hand and entered it into my watch. I just needed some more time. Time to relax, to not be the responsible one for a while.

Time for me.

*

I got to the bar, the Free Ride, not long after. The place was still in the swing of things, but I managed to get a seat at the bar and get myself a drink. For a while, that's all I did, I sat at the bar, and I drank. Maybe I was hoping I'd just pass out, and I wouldn't have to face going to bed.

"Come on, just a little kiss to send me on my way."

I turned to see a man and a woman further down the bar. The guy was pretty scrawny, and could barely stand. He seemed to be coming onto her, but she definitely wasn't interested. It wasn't my business really, I could've gone back to my booze and someone else could've solved it. But... Something took hold of me, as if I was a puppet on someone else's strings.

"Hey, asshole, you keep hitting on my girl, and I'll send you on your way, but not with a kiss." I growled at him, taking the girl's hand, and pulling her over to my seat. The guy seemed more bemused than angry, and just waddled away. Thinking back, I'm pretty sure he just didn't understand what I said... I might've said it in French, I'm not sure.

"That was kind of you, thank you." The girl smiled, still seeming a bit shaky. "This place isn't really my scene, but I didn't think that sort of thing would happen here." She sighed, taking a seat next to me.

I managed to focus enough to see her face, her flawless black skin, her hair tied into a bun, her glimmering brown eyes... To say I found her attractive would be an understatement, but then... She'd never be interested in someone like me. She was out of my league, and I knew it.

"Men find a way of being shit, no matter where." I replied, causing her to giggle, the sound was amazing, like an aria to my ears. "If this place isn't your usual sort, why are you here?" I asked, honestly, I just wanted t hear her voice more.

"Oh, some of my friends wanted to check it out. They went home, but... I wasn't ready to yet." She explained in an exasperated tone. I figured, maybe she was having trouble with her family or something, wasn't my place to ask.

I nodded in agreement. "Same here, I was at a party before this, everyone left and I... I just couldn't." I shared my story with her. "Maybe it's best that tonight never ends, we'll just end the calendar here, replace it with more ****." I decided.

The girl laughed at my suggestion. "I'll drink to that." She smiled, clinking her glass to mine. Time passed, I can't remember what we talked about, mostly booze I think, then something about a cat... Then... I just recall her lips on mine, her hands on my face, mine on her shoulders. I recalled Sienna's offer, and led her up to the bedroom.

We nearly ripped each other's clothes off, scattering them around the room. Soon, kissing wasn't enough, I felt her fingers enter me, it was a feeling that dwarfed any self-pleasure I'd ever experimented with. I sucked on her nipples and she fingered me, trying to drink in all of her body.

I don't remember how we transitioned, but... I remember feeling so nervous as I went down on her. I never really tasted my own juices, so I didn't know what to expect, but as soon as my tongue started work on her vagina, I knew I was addicted.

I think I was good at it, I don't know, maybe I was awful, but I remember when it was her turn… She looked at my pussy, like she was trying to convince herself to do it... She leaned in a couple of times before pulling back again. I guess she was teasing me, but it was working. When her tongue finally found its mark... Even if I were sober, I doubt I would have been able to control myself. I screamed to high heaven, as each orgasm rolled over me, like a tidal wave of ecstasy.

From there it goes black, I either passed out from the ****, or from pure pleasure. I just remember a final kiss, and her whispering voice. "I'm sorry."

When I woke up, I was still naked, but she was long gone. I almost thought I'd imagined it... But I could still taste her... Still smell her perfume... No, it was real. I had sex with her, but I didn't know who she was.

Until now.