“You know,” Bob said solemnly, “it’s beginning to get tiresome.”
“Look,” Laura replied, after taking a long hit out of the wine bottle, “you just have to show some patience, some… don’t let it take you down.”
“Easy for you to say!” He accepted the bottle, and smirked. “You’ll never know how it feels being totally invisible!”
“You’re being too dramatic, Bob,” she scolded him. “You’re not invisible! You’re just…”
“Hopeless?” He drank long.
“Trying too hard, sometimes,” she corrected him. “And it shows.”
“What am I supposed to do, then? Sit in a corner, acting indifferent? Will then women start approaching me?”
“Don’t take it to the extremes! That’s always been your problem, actually. Never bothering with silver linings, never thinking of a middle point.”
“Live a day in my shoes, then come talk to me about silver linings.”
“Don’t get mad at me!” She protested.
“Sorry,” he was quick to retreat. “It’s just…”
“What happened this time?”
“I was out last night, with the guys,” he said, his expression immediately darkening. “To that new night club, downtown? Well, at first, it was alright; we drank some beer, made some jokes. Then, after a little while, there was more dancing, more people standing, it was…
“You know how it gets. Crowded, people mingling, all that.”
“Yeah, I know… so, what happened?”
“Nothing!” He erupted, then drained the remaining wine. Laura got up, staggered to the fridge and uncorked the third bottle of the day. “That’s the point!” Bob continued, after another snort of wine. “The guys got up, some started dancing with some girls on the floor, others were chatting up girls… and I sat at our booth, suddenly all alone.
“Looking about, smiling at some girls; and they didn’t even gave me a second glance! Hell, as soon as they noticed me looking at them, they turned the other way, clearly disgusted I was even there!”
“I’m sure you’re exaggerating!” Laura told him sternly. “It couldn’t have been that bad!”
“It was probably even worse,” Bob said. “The only times people do notice me, is when I’m with you; and that’s because they’re wondering how a vile sob like me landed a beauty queen like you.”
“Thanks,” she whispered with a giggle. “At any rate, I think it’s just your negativity talking right now. Or, maybe, you just concentrate on the negative, and miss out on the good things happening around you.”
“Bullshit,” he retorted angrily. “I do appreciate,” he hastily, and apologetically, added, “your efforts, don’t get me wrong. It’s just, as I’ve told you so many times, that you cannot possibly know how it feels like; when you walk in a night club, guys are willing to fight over a chance to talk to you.
“For me, well, some girls will probably fight as to who they’ll throw at me as an offer, so the rest can enjoy their night.”
Laura had a good, long hit from the bottle; the wine was beginning to get a hold of her, her head was lighter and her limbs were growing pleasantly numb.
When she got up to get another bottle, Bob could not restrain himself from watching her firm ass, barely hidden under the tight shorts she was wearing, wiggle under her faintly unsteady footsteps. He had to fix his jeans, when she bent over to reach the bottle.
“We’re running low on wine,” she said, still bent over, checking the refrigerator. “Only two bottles left,” she picked them both up, uncorked them, and brought them over to the couch.
Bob took one gladly, had a long sip; however, the alcohol did not aid with his raging erection. Laura sat crosslegged next to him, and drank; a few drops spilled down from her mouth on her white t-shirt, and Bob swallowed down hard, suddenly sweating.
“You know,” she said after a few minutes of silent drinking, stumbling slightly on her words, “I sometimes wish I wasn’t garnering as much attention as I do.”
“Right…” he chuckled dryly, had a good long hit of wine. “That’s simply because you don’t know otherwise, Laura. You would hate it, trust me, if you had to spend an entire night sitting all alone in a night club, desperately waiting for someone to give you the time of the day.
“You can get drunk in any bar, sometimes without even having to pay for a single drink.”
“Sure,” she frowned, “but, that’s only because guys come running to me, due to my looks. No one really cares about what’s inside of me, you know? They don’t bother ask me about my hobbies, my interests… anything, actually. They just fire up jokes, try to impress me with their work, or how well-read they are, or whatever else they’ve got going for themselves… sometimes, it’s just about lifting their shirt to impress me with their abs, because that’s all they’ve got going.
“All but you, Bob,” she reached tenderly for his hand, took it into hers. “You’ve always cared about me; about my interests, what I’m doing with my life, my dreams, even my flaws.”
“You’ve got no flaws, Laura,” he whispered, horrified by the sweatiness of his palm and thrilled over the softness of her skin.
She burst into warm, genuine laughter, then leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek; a long, warm, wet kiss that nearly caused Bob’s heart to explode.
“That’s what I’ve always loved about you,” she suddenly said, her head resting on his rigid shoulder, “how you can always make me laugh and feel good about myself.”
He didn’t speak; no words could have exited his mouth at that moment, even if there had been words he wished to utter. He sat straight up, staring dead ahead at Laura’s bookcase, with countless of thoughts crossing his mind, thousands of emotions and potential actions tormenting his psyche, but, there was nothing he actually could do.
“Are you okay?” Laura lifted her head. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m alright, yes, it’s…” he cleared his throat, unable to face her. “I’m just a little cold, that’s all.”
“You’re joking, right?” She giggled. “It’s 30 degrees C outside! I’m sweating buckets here and I wear almost nothing!”
“Yeah,” he sighed heavily. “I’m okay, though, don’t worry,” he continued heavily.
“What’s got you so fascinated over here?” She jumped off the couch and stood in front of him. “You keep staring at the books, as if you expect them to talk to you!”
“I’m just going through the titles, that’s all…” he apologized.
“Haven’t you seen them before? You’ve been here so many times!”
“Just checking if you got any new ones, that’s all…” he mumbled.
“Bob, are you sure you’re all right?” She asked, worry apparent in her voice.
“Yes,” he replied, heavyhearted; he couldn’t avoid seeing her. He stared at her lean body, the perspiration on her soft skin reflecting under the light, her round breasts, her visible, under the thin, white fabric of her t-shirt, nipples.
“Look,” she sat next to him, took his hand in both hers, “don’t think about what we talked about earlier; you have to stop thinking so much, you know? You tend to think so much and end up sabotaging yourself; take it easy, act more impulsively.
“Your friends, of whom you’re effectively so jealous, don’t waste time on weighing consequences, do they?”
Was it the wine, or her words? Bob could not tell, however, in the midst of his drunken haziness, and feeling Laura’s hot breath on his face, he couldn’t help but go for the kiss; it had been a dream of his since day one, since they were young children playing in kindergarten, or riding their bikes after school.
Laura was taken aback by the abrupt kiss; she did not immediately break it off, instead, she responded positively at first, allowing him clumsily to bite her lips, pushing his tongue reluctantly into her mouth. It felt wrong, however, thus quickly she pushed him away, albeit gently, and for a moment she simply stared at him in bewilderment.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he whispered hastily, looking at the floor.
“It’s okay, it’s just…” she paused, staring at him inquiringly. “Why?”
He looked up abruptly, burning from the inside. He opened his mouth, shut it; repeated the same motion a number of times, unable to muster up a coherent thought, let alone an actual sentence.
“I do love you, Bob,” she said, in a hoarse voice, while the whole apartment was spinning around her faster and faster, “but, never did I… I never thought of you in… that way… you know, I’m… I’m sorry, really, it’s just…” suddenly, a hiccup thundered her body.
They both burst into chuckles, the tension suddenly decreased; he leaned forward, took her hands into his.
“Laura,” he said, in an unsteady voice, rocking back and forth, overcame by alcohol courage, “I’ve always loved you; ever since we were kids. I was just…” he paused, cleared his throat. He closed his eyes, desperate to regain some balance, to clear up the blurriness of both his mind and eyesight. “I’ve always been afraid, you know?
“I’ve always known I didn’t stand a chance, you know? I mean…” he looked down at his body, his protruding gut, his thin, untrained arms. “Yeah… anyway, it was probably just the wine taking over, we… did drink quite a bit, huh?” He tried to smile, unsuccessfully.
Laura was watching him intensely, unable completely to comprehend the inner struggle taking place within her mind. Overwhelmed by her own thoughts, she leaped up on him, kissed him; Bob, at first, was caught completely by surprise, certain he was dreaming.
She kissed him passionately, her hands on his face, sucking on his lips; gradually, he returned the kiss, his body was in flames. He helped her out of her t-shirt, gently touched her breasts; rubbed her nipples softly, hesitantly.
“No, no, please…” he protested in a whisper, when she began lifting his shirt.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” she whispered in his ear, then bit his earlobe; he moaned, allowed her to remove his shirt.
Instinctively, he sucked his gut in, blushing from embarrassment. She planted kisses on his neck, his chest. He caressed her back, running his fingers across her smooth skin; he gave her wet, sloppy kisses on the neck and shoulders.
“Stop worrying,” she said in a soft, seductive voice, as she continued to move southwards, planting kisses along his stomach.
A tingling sensation overwhelmed him, when she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, kissing his crotch. He was still caressing her back and shoulders, he let one hand run through long, blonde hair.
Laura, quite forcefully, pulled his jeans down to his ankles; she stared right into his eyes with a smile. He gave her a fearful smirk, suddenly overcame by the realization of the unknown. She kissed his erect penis over the boxer-shorts, her fingers running along his legs, causing the hair there to stand in attention like soldiers before their commanding officer.
He breathed in deeply, averting his eyes away from Laura now taking his prick in her mouth, softly sucking on the head; he was trying, in sheer despair, to think of something else. He was reciting Shelley in his head, then he went on to Li Po. Nothing worked; his balls were swollen and of a faint blue color, and his mind was further lost into the haze of alcoholic orgasm.
“Wow,” Laura exclaimed, unwillingly letting a giggle escape her mouth, when a long, thick stream of cum landed first in her mouth, then all over her face, as she pulled away. She hastily, and instinctively, wiped the cum off on her shirt.
“I’m so sorry, I…” Bob said, exhausted and flushed.
“It’s okay,” she said, blushing too. “It happens sometimes; nothing to worry about.”
“No, it’s not okay, it’s…” he started, then his head dropped backwards on the couch and he had a staring contest with the ceiling.
“Bob,” she crawled back up towards him, her hand resting on his chest, and hard pounding heart, “it’s okay.”
“God, I’m such a useless piece of…”
She put her finger on his lips, then turned his face by the chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.
“Laura, I don’t know…” he began, then stopped at lack of anything meaningful to say.
“Bob,” she blew air in his ear, rubbing her calf against his soft cock and balls, “it’s not all over; nothing’s over, until we give up.”
“Laura, what do you…” She kissed him before he could finish the question; he tasted himself, but, he also sensed her willingness and passion.
She took his hand away from her breast, which he was fondling reverently, and guided it down south underneath her shorts; his eyes instantly shot up, when his fingers first came into contact with the moist territory that had thitherto been completely unknown to him.
She smiled widely and squirmed, when one of his fingers slipped inside of her; “there you go,” she whispered in his ear, then sucked on his neck, while he slowly moved his finger up and down, as if calling someone over, trying to balance his movements with those of her body.
Laura put her hand on his, helped him with the rhythm; then, gently, she helped his thumb up on her clit. She guided him with the circular, gentle movements; he smiled at her and kissed her, his other hand lingering a bare inch away from her ass-crack, caressing her lower back gently.
He bit her lower lip rather hard, when she grabbed and squeezed his balls; he stared into her eyes lustfully, as she stroke his soft cock, forcing blood to rush back down there.
Quickly, and despite the alcohol, he was erect once more; Laura gave him a meaningful smile, whilst continuing with the stroking, softening now the rhythm. He intensified the fingering; she climbed off of him, sat next to him, staring directly into his eyes, legs spread wide. She rubbed and squeezed her breasts, and licked her lips slowly.
He leaned for the kiss; at first, she accepted it, however, quickly she pushed his head away from her lips, downwards.
In spite of her moaning and panting, he could sense his kisses were not good enough; he tried hard to please her, but, all he could think of was how badly he was disappointing her. He focused on her breasts for a long time, kissing and sucking the hard nipples, working his tongue circularly around them.
It was Laura, who pushed him further down; he ran his lips across her flat stomach, slowly but steadily reaching for the pussy. As soon as he arrived and looked at it (for the first time in his life), he almost panicked; it was the alcohol that kept him chained, as well as the strong desire burning up his soul.
He kissed the clit, the lips; reluctantly, he let the tip of his tongue out of his mouth, experienced the first taste. It felt like nothing he had expected, yet, caught in the turmoil of the moment—and trapped by Laura’s thighs that pressed his head up against her cunt—he allowed his tongue out of his mouth and into Laura’s vagina.
His sole guide were the texts he had read on the Internet, during the countless nights spent browsing for porn and for “how-to” guides; he tried to spell the alphabet with his tongue on her clit, he flicked his tongue rapidly up and down inside the pussy; Laura’s moans and withering caused burning sensations to his own mind and body, and his cock was beginning to get erect once more.
Laura was staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open; producing sounds meant to encourage him further. She toyed with her nipples, biting her lips down; in her mind she was somewhere else (or, put better, with someone else), yet, slowly the pleasure increased, he was improving, gradually, and finally she was able actually to enjoy the act.
Eventually, she pulled him up by putting her hands softly on his face; she kissed him, while reaching down south. A bright smile appeared on her face, when she felt his erection; Bob kissed her again, with an exuberant smile.
She jerked him off, for a short while and in gentle, soft, slow strokes, and spread her legs wider; by the cock she pulled him closer to her. Bob remained passive, perfectly conscious of what was going to happen and terrified of it. His cock was already throbbing.
In it went, and for a moment Bob was dead certain he’d ejaculate again; he saw fireworks in his mind, he heard bells ringing inside his head. Laura’s legs were wrapped around his waist, assisting him on the thrusts, controlling the rhythm.
She caressed his back gently, kissing him on the neck; slowly, Bob gained some control over his body and excited for having saved himself from a second embarrassment, he pounded Laura with more bravado, driving his cock balls deep inside of her.
Laura’s moans in his ear increased his excitement even further; he kissed her on the lips passionately, still inside of her, still thrusting deep and slow. Gradually, Laura was overwhelmed with intense pleasure, too, still controlling his pounding with her legs; “like this, yes,” she whispered in his ear in a deep, low voice, then bit his earlobe and sucked on his neck.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he admitted in a whisper; she locked him with her legs inside of her.
“Don’t worry, relax,” she smiled, then they kissed, with Bob all the way inside of her, not moving.
Still, his cock throbbed and pulsated, his body trembled; she softened the pressure on his back, but, he remained inside of her, horrified of moving. He kept kissing her, unwilling to stop, unwilling to change anything; wanting nothing but to freeze-frame the moment, to stay there forever.
Nothing, though, lasts longer than a second; Laura grinded her pussy, suddenly tightening her inner muscles’ grip around his cock. It was more than Bob could handle; he exploded inside of her, the head of his cock expanded inside of her and filled her with streams of hot semen.
Laura moaned louder, finally spreading her legs wide and leaning backwards on the couch; Bob, enraptured, pulled out and sat next to her, panting in exhaustion and sporting a wide, absentminded smile.
“How was it?” He asked in fear, but, received no reply.
Laura simply took hold of his hand and planted a soft kiss on his cheek; then, she rushed to the bathroom to piss. Bob wiped his cock clean with some paper towels and hurriedly got dressed.
“Are you leaving?” She raised her eyebrow, when she came back out to the living room, stark naked.
“I thought…” he tried to come up with some intelligible words to utter.
“Why don’t you sleep here? It’s late,” she sat back on the couch and drank the remaining wine from the bottle.
“Okay,” he said hesitantly and sat next to her.
They shared the last wine, until they both fell asleep on the couch; Laura still naked, Bob fully dressed.
“Coffee?” She asked him in the morning and poured him a cup.
He sat at the small metal table, right across of her, and they both lit a cigarette simultaneously.
“You know,” she said, her voice steady but low, “it was quite the fun night, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said and immediately his face brightened up. “It was really great!”
“Good to know…” she sighed heavily. “Bob,” she reached out across the table and sought his hand, “I hope you understand that… after last night, we can’t…”
“No, I don’t understand,” he said, flabbergasted, even though he understood perfectly well; and his heart had been viciously stabbed.
“We’ve been friends for so long, and…” she paused, collected her thoughts, “I don’t really see you this way… last night was just… what with the wine, the kiss, the talk we had… it just sort of happened, you know?”
“Laura,” he protested, “I know I wasn’t that good, but, I’ll get better, I’ll improve! I promise you, I…”
“Bob,” she interrupted him, her voice turning sterner, “it’s not that! You were quite good, I really enjoyed myself. However,” she cleared her throat and stared straight into his eyes, discerning nothing but devastation, “I’m kind of going out with this guy… I didn’t tell you about it, didn’t want… anyway, he’s really nice, you know?
“Plays for a big basketball team, might get called up for the national team… and, at any rate, I really do like him. And after last night, I can’t… you know, be around you. Not after…”
“So, what was last night? An act of pity?”
“No, not at all!” She cried. “It was just… I don’t know. Probably, just the wine that made emotions run high.”
“Fucking fantastic,” he laughed harshly. “I really thought you were my friend, Laura,” he crushed his cigarette in the ashtray and got up. “I really thought we had something good… and, last night, I slept like a little baby, finally not tormented by cruel thoughts about loneliness and desperation.”
“Don’t do this, Bob,” she pleaded with him. “You’re making it unnecessarily hard.”
“No, I’m just…” he stopped, drew a deep breath. “Oh, what’s the point, right?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Good luck with your basketball star,” he stormed off the apartment, banging the door behind him loudly.
