His name was Bruce and we had dated for almost a year. Unfortunately, he and I both had tempers from Hell, so we did fight quite a bit. One night, things were said that we both knew at that moment, could never be taken back, so we broke up. Both of us swearing we'd never lay eyes on each other again. He went on with his life, as did I. He dated his share of girls and I dated my share of losers but never finding the fire and passion I had with Bruce, which left me feeling unfulfilled.
Bruce and I had an amazing sex life full of passion, sometimes raw passion, so raw it might be considered obscene to some. But he and I fed on that, it made us grow and always left us wanting more and more of each other.
Anyway, I had resigned myself to the fact that I would never again feel that kind of heat and raw animal lust I had with Bruce, and this depressed the hell outta me!! I mean, here I am, only 28 years old and was already having to face the fact that there would never be another man that would make me cum so hard I swore I saw God.
Soooo in an effort to pick up my spirits, I called up Janine, she was always ready for a night out on the town. After agreeing about everything from where we were going to what color lipstick we'd be wearing, we made plans to meet at a bar a few miles down the road called, Down South. I had been there a few times and always had a blast, so I assumed this would be THE picker upper I was needing.
Two hours later, Janine pulled up into the driveway, blasting her horn, as usual and telling me to hurry my ass up or she was going without me. I smiled and slipped on my black leather biker boots, took one last look in the mirror, grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
"This was really a great idea, Sadie" said Janine, backing out of my driveway.
"Yeah, I thought so too, I've really been bummed out lately, thought a night out would pick me up some," I said, re-applying my lip gloss in the visor mirror overhead.
As we drove, song after song seemed to be provoking the party mood we had going that night. So by the time we pulled into the parking lot, Janine and I were definitely in a good mood.
A couple bikers whistled our way and we both returned our best teasing smiles and headed into the bar. One quick look around and I knew this would be a night to remember.
Across the main bar, over by the pool tables there stood Bruce. I had forgotten how sexy he was in this atmosphere. I remember I always loved the smell of beer on his breath after we'd come home from a long night of drinking.
"Oh shit," I said to Janine, pulling her close to me, "Bruce is here."
"Yeah, so? Let's get some drinks," she said, pulling me to the bar, almost forcing me on top of the burgundy red bar stools, "Two Jacks on the rocks," she said, "It's party time"
As usual, Janine and I slammed our shots like the good time girls we are and loudly demanded a refill. I couldn't help but look back every few minutes to see if Bruce had even noticed I was there, which by his piercing glance my way... he had.
He was with his usual crew of friends and the usual "slut puppy groupies" gathered around, admiring the men's every move.
I licked my pouty lips teasingly and turned back to face the bartender. His name was Pat and had been a friend of mine for years. He had broken up many fights between me and Bruce, as well as me and a few girls.
"What you're lookin for aint in that glass, Sadie," he said, slidin us another shot.
"Yeah I know, Pat," I said, tilting the shot glass back and emptying it for the third time.
"Whew!! I wanna hear some music," hollered Janine, jumping down from the bar stool and walking towards the jukebox, just inches from where Bruce was standing.
I just rolled my eyes and told Pat to load it up again. My pride wouldn't let me go over there anywhere near Bruce, even though my body was screaming out for him. Pat just shook his head and filled my shot glass.
"He's asked about you, you know that?" he asked, wiping down the bar.
"No he hasn't, he's got enough to occupy his mind from the looks of it," I said, finishing off shot #4.
Still I couldn't help but look back. Janine had been gone long enough to pick songs for a hundred girls' nights out. I swiveled the bar stool around, trying not to be too obvious, but it was useless. My eyes locked on Bruce, watching his every move. Just the sight of him made me go weak in the knees, but I had to be strong. It was over, we had our time.
It was then I also noticed Janine was talking to Bruce, OMG!! I took a deep breath and turned back to Pat, "Tonight was supposed to cheer me up," I said.
