It had been a couple of weeks since I'd seen her last. Often I thought about our last encounter and if she would ever speak to me again. I was strangely attracted to her, more so than any girl I've been with in quite some time. She had this magnetism to her, this playful, sassy attitude that wasn't snobbish or overt, but rather sexy and subtle and made you want to get to know her more.
The last time I saw her we happened to meet in the same Irish bar we were in now. I met her randomly through another woman I'd met there a few weeks prior. Just by chance she had come up to talk to her friend and we were introduced. That was two Saturdays ago.
Immediately I was drawn in. She was absolutely gorgeous, even in the dark light of the bar. I guessed she was in her late twenties to early thirties. She had wavy, sandy blond hair that was layered just to the top of her exposed, defined shoulders. She sported that sexy indentation between her clavicle and shoulder that made you want to bury your lips in it and kiss up the side of her neck.
The short-sleeved top she wore was black and sheer that gathered just below her perfectly rounded breasts, showing off enough tanned cleavage that was sprinkled with those ever so feminine freckles here and there. She held her shoulders back and chest out proud, with her soft face cocked at a mischievous angle.
Her playful, cat-like eyes were what drew me in the most. Perfectly spaced over her high cheekbones and Cheshire grin, they sliced through the smoke and darkness as they met mine and we shook hands.
"Hi, I'm Jessica," she said with a wide grin. I saw her quickly glance me over from head to toe and then resume eye contact, her smile never fading.
"Mike," I said, forcing myself to not glance at her breasts and holding her hand a little longer than usual, on purpose. "Pleasure to meet you."
She had already had a few vodka drinks in her and was being very playful. We began talking about ourselves and before we knew it, we found out we had much more in common than we thought. Both of us were recently separated from a failed marriage and were slowly trying to make our way back into the single world. She had a very easy way about her and began to open up to me ever so slightly.
We shared details about our marriages, what went wrong with them, how it seemed to drag on forever when in reality we were both only married for about two years. I was with someone I wasn't in love with and who wasn't being a good partner. Jessica was in the same boat, except her case was a little more severe than mine, with her husband not putting forth any effort at all and leaving it to her to shoulder the responsibility of keeping things together. I could tell it had worn on her, noting the look of exhaustion in her eyes. She seemed so sweet and determined to make things work out, but in the end she had to make the decision to cut her losses and move on before she was dragged deeper and deeper into a situation in which she was not happy at all. Right now she just wanted to try to forget about the whole ordeal and focus on something that had been missing in her life for the past two years.
As the night wore on, we drank more, talked more, become much more friendly, and a definite spark had been ignited. She would find reasons to touch me randomly, a slight brush of her hand on my arm, pressing her hip to mine as she talked in my ear over the band, a squeeze of my wrist. I couldn't believe that she had been neglected for so long, someone has fun and beautiful as she was. Her thirst for human contact was subtle, yet obvious and I wanted to be the one she turned to.
After some time, Jessica pulled me aside and said she had something important to tell me. Immediately I could tell a change of mood in her as her expression went from soft and playful to serious. She crossed her arms and kind of pulled away from me and told me she had a two year old daughter. As soon as she told me this, she looked away and said I could run now if I wanted to. I wanted to do nothing but kiss her as hard as I could right then and there.
I put my arm around her and told her I didn't mind at all, that I had had a stepdaughter in my marriage. She still looked at me warily, bracing herself in case I told her that I wasn't interested anymore because she had a kid. She wasn't self-conscious about having a daughter, she was just wondering if it would scare me away. So I reassured her it wasn't a problem at all and gave her a quick kiss on her warm cheek. She sighed and seemed glad that I was still there, and she eased her cheek into my kiss and smiled.
Not too long after, the drinks had been flowing pretty steadily and I was beginning to feel the effects of way too much vodka. My stomach began to churn and I knew I had had too much. This posed a severe problem, because by this time, we had exchanged several quick but passionate kisses at the bar, and were now heading hand in hand to a cab.
I knew there was no way I was going to be able to go home with her as sick as I was feeling. I was pissed for allowing myself to get in this condition because all night long I knew how the evening was going to end, I wanted her so bad.
When we got outside to the waiting line of cabs, I hugged her, kissed her again, put her in a cab and wished her a good night. The stunned look on her face sent a thousand daggers to my heart as she was expecting the same thing I was. However, I was too embarrassed to tell her I was feeling sick. Looking back on it now, I wish I would have.
I never thought for one second what was going through her mind until later the next day, and it sickened me even more. It dawned on me that she thought I sent her home alone because she had a child, and it absolutely crushed me. The expression on her face as the cab pulled away with only her in it was one that would stay with me until I saw her again two weeks later, on this night.
Jessica had been on my mind every day since that night. I was out of town the next two weekends and was unable to go out and find her to set things right. I really wanted to see her again and let her know why I went home alone that night. I got to the bar a little early with my roommate and we began our usual jager bombs to start the night off right. However, I was going to make sure not to have too much this evening, in case I ran in to her again.
A few hours passed by and I was beginning to think I wouldn't see her. I began making my way through the crowd to the bathroom, I thought I heard someone call my name. I'd been scanning the entire place since I'd gotten there looking for her, so I turned immediately and saw Jessica leaving the bathroom, passing the other direction with a huge, beautiful smile on her face.
"Hi!," she said over the crowd. "How I are you?"
"Great," I answered, thrilled to death I found her. She was still moving away from me with the crowd.
"Good to see you again. Maybe you should stick around," she said with a wink and that sexy little expression of hers.
"Maybe I will," I said catching her grin and returning her inviting smile.
By then we'd been separated by the crowd and I was in the bathroom. I hurriedly finished and washed up and dashed back out to find her. She was at the same bar up front with her friends where we'd met two weeks prior, grin still plastered across her face. My roommate was already talking up one of her friends. I was thrilled that she didn't seem angry with me.
"There you are," I said, walking up to them. "I was wondering if I was going to see you again."
