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Evening Out

A short evening at the bar leads to a quickie in a bathroom
This story was created over six months ago from an interesting chat I had with a guy here on lush. I told him that I would one day spruce it up and post it, so here it is for all to see. Enjoy!

“I really don’t feel like being here,” I told my boyfriend, James, as he pulled up into the parking lot of the bar and grill. I had told him several times that I didn’t want to go and hang out with his friends while they talked sports and I was left alone to nurse my virgin piña colada. It would have been a beer or something stronger but chances are I would have to be the designated driver for the night. Whoop-Dee-Doo.

I even told him that I wouldn’t have minded if he went by himself. I had nothing planned for the night and I didn’t see any reason why he should have been left in the house with me while his friends went out. But he insisted that I come along for whatever reason and of course I gave in and had been regretting it every mile of the way there.

He blew out a breath. “Baby, we talked about this. We always do things you wanna do.”

“We do not,” I said defensively.

“Oh really? Last month you had me driving thirty miles outside of town for a book signing. Then that lame ass movie you just had to watch while the game was on.”

“That’s not fair, I said I would drive myself and that I would go over my mom’s house to watch the movie,” I said.

“You’re right but what about everything else? The movies you wanna see. The places you wanna eat dinner at. Hell even what streets to take,” he explained.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Even though he did have a point I could still be mad about being there. The bar was known for a few fights to break out during the week. Cops were never called but black eyes and chipped teeth came free along with the overly salted peanuts.

“I just wanna do this tonight, okay?” he asked pleadingly.

He hit me with his puppy dog face that always made me melt. His green eyes staring back at my own brown ones causing me to get lost in his emerald depths.

I sighed, “Okay. Fine.”

We locked and left the car and walked into the bar, several people recognizing and calling out their welcome to my boyfriend and ignoring me at the same time. In the many girlfriends my boyfriend previously had, I wasn’t a favorite of his group of friends. The-twenty-one-year-old-micro-mini-skirt-non-panty-wearing-bad-dye-job-having-multiple-baby-daddy-having-skanks of his past were more along the lines of a perfect match they saw him with. Party girls. They were the ones that could ride a bull just as well as they could ride some woman’s husband. The type of girls that would butcher a Shania Twain karaoke at the drop of a hat and drop their panties just as quickly.

They may have felt like a woman, but what they were, were hookers that weren’t even smart enough to get paid for their services. And I most certainly was no such thing. I would not spread my legs for any Tom, Dick, or Harry, even if Tom did have a hairy dick. Which was why I believed over half his friends couldn’t even stand being around me. I wouldn’t dare say they all wanted me in some sexual manner, but I get the feeling that they would have liked for me to be bit more ‘accepting’ of their lewd and often times rude comments. But I didn’t care. I was dating him, not them. And their opinions didn’t really matter to me.

I tried my best to be a good girl friend to him. I’ve never cheated on him, couldn’t even dream of it in fact, because I love the big lug. But I am not without my faults and trying to get along with his druggie good for nothing friends would just have to be one of them.

Anyway, I spoke to each guy I knew, politely, civilly, even though on the inside I was rolling my eyes at each one. I told James that I would be at the end of the bar close to the door. He kissed me on my cheek then left to finish off the rest of the pitcher of beer his one decent friend had sitting on the table.

I sighed and ordered my non-alcoholic drink, resigned to spend the next hour or so people watching by my lonesome in a corner until a man came over towards the end of the bar in my direction.

“Hey, don’t you look lonely over here,” the man said. He was a smaller man, but then again just about everyone was small when compared to James’s 6 feet 2 inch height. He had on a pair of worn jeans and a casual white vee-neck shirt. With his curly brown hair atop his head and his rectangular glasses he looked like a cute young undergrad.

“Yeah well I guess I am,” I answered.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” he asked seemingly innocently.

“Around somewhere hanging with friends while I sit here alone.”

“Yeah I know what you mean. Would have been better if I had brought my laptop,” he said as he eased into the bar stool next to mine. “Taegan,” he said introducing himself. We both shook hands as I introduced myself as well.

“Yeah you and me both. I almost thought about bringing along a book I have been meaning to finish,” I replied.

“A book in a bar?” he said, looking at my questioningly. “Must be some book.”

“Oh it is. It’s time travel book involving some navy seals.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You read her books too?”

“Too?” I asked just as surprised. “I have every book except the last two. I can’t find anyone living in this city that is familiar with her work.”

“I am. I love ‘em. So romantic,” he said wistfully. The way he said it made me look at him again. I won’t pretend like I have some gaydar but if I did then it would have been going off, just from that statement alone.

“Aren’t they though? Those Vikings are oh so sexy,” I said with a grin. “Oh sorry I know guys aren’t into that.”

He laughed. “You sounded exactly like me just then. I’ll read something that’s just too sweet for words and I try to tell my boyfriend about it he just goes, ‘Oh that’s nice.’” He took a sip of the drink the bar tender sat down in front of him.

I must have looked like the biggest idiot sitting there saying ‘Oohh” because when he sat his glass back down he began to laugh.

“What?” I asked perplexed.

“Your face. You act as if I just solved a riddle for you.”

I laughed as well, “Well I just didn’t think-” I began.

“That a guy like me could be gay?” He finished.

“Gosh no. That gay guys came to this bar. They get pretty rowdy here.”

“So I’ve heard. But my boyfriend wanted to meet some of his pals here for the game.”

“Yeah all for the game,” I said taking a sip of my drink. “I’ve never understood the fascination with sports.”

“Please. There is only one good thing about organized sports,” Taegan said.

“And what’s that?”

“Shower time!” he said loudly making me burst out laughing. I threw my head back and laughed out loud catching the interest of my boyfriend James. He began to divide his attention between his friends and me, every few seconds his eyes would come to rest on me and the man that was holding my attention.

“So tell me, what other authors do you read?” Taegan asked.

“All kinds really. Whatever peaks my interest. Mostly Harlequin novels now. I'm into the whole strong, scarred man putting aside his major faults to be with a woman. Sometimes they make me cry.”

“Me too.”

“Oh have you read the one book about the woman’s husband that leaves her letters before he dies?”

“Three times already and I’ve seen the movie. I bawled my eyes out,” he answered.

“The same with me. I can’t see how you can’t cry over that book. I would still be a mess five years later if I were the main character. I was sitting in the bed at the end of the story with a whole box of tissues in front me of, fanning my face like this,” I said. I acted out how I fanned my face with my hands while sniffling. Then my hand knocked over my drink, spilling it all over the bar and on my arm.

“Crap,” I said.

Taegan was quick to react. He grabbed some napkins and then my arm and began to wipe the spilled liquid from my skin and then the bar top.

“Thank you so much,” I said as I began to riffle through my purse to pay for my spilled drink. I began to pull just about everything from the huge sack, gum, keys, a pen, paper, cell phone, lip gloss and lay them on the bar.

“Here let me pay for it,” Taegan said as he slipped out his wallet.

I stopped my search. “No, not a chance. I spilled it and it was my drink.”

“But it doesn’t look like you are going to find any money in that huge duffel bag of yours, Mary Poppins,” he said comically.

I smiled. “But still. I can’t accept your money.”

“Chillax, you can pay me back when we both go to lunch next week and go look for more books at this second hand book store I know of,” he said, laying down the bills.

He had no sooner replaced his wallet back into his pocket before he was being shoved from behind.

So wrapped up in our conversation that I was, that I hadn’t noticed that James had completely forgotten about the game and had been glaring at me from his side of the bar. Jealousy was never something I needed to worry about from James…much. He knows I'm a good girl and I wouldn’t do anything to encourage anything from anyone. Especially not the very gay Taegan. But he was all the way across the room. All he saw was me smiling and laughing and carrying on with some guy he had never met. Some guy that he assumed was straight and was hitting on his woman. It never even entered my mind that he would get the wrong idea about Taegan and I having an innocent conversation. And I bet I know from whom he got that idea from.

I was apparently too concerned about paying for my spilled drink to even notice that James had none too politely made his way over to Taegan and I. And before I could register what the hell is going on, Taegan turns around to confront whomever shoved him and ends up several inches off the floor, being held by the front of his vee-neck shirt by none other than James.

“James!” I yelled hoping down from my seat.

“What the hell is your problem, dude?” he snarled. I was taken aback by the hostility I could feel from James. Just by looking at the way he was holding himself, his tense shoulders, the way he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw I could tell that James was pissed with a capital P. He didn’t get this way very often but the couple of time that he has I have taken note to recognize the signs that someone was on their way to having a few broken appendages. And it wasn’t going to be James.

At this point I was scared out of my wits for poor little Taegan and I tried calling James's name to get his attention. I even tried to break his hold on Taegan, but nothing worked. By then James’s friends had made their way over to us, surrounding us in a circle, as if we were about to start some school yard fight. A few of them were tossing back the remains of their drinks readying for a brawl. Then I heard someone calling out to Taegan from behind James’s friends. It must have been Taegan’s boyfriend.

“Dude what the hell?” Taegan asked shakily.

“James, stop this!” I yelled. But James just ignored me and lifted Taegan higher off the ground, getting them eye level.

I tried to look around beyond James’s idiot friends for someone to help me to pull him off of Taegan but no one seemed to want to help, except the bartender who had pulled a bat from under the bar.

Any minute now I knew someone was going to dial 911.

So I did the only thing I knew to do. I shoved past him and his idiot friends and ran out to the car hoping that he would follow me.

And thank goodness he did. Right on my heels James followed me out to the parking lot, still pissed.

“What the hell was that?” James yelled at me.

“Yeah! What the hell was that James? What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that that fucker shouldn’t have had his hands all over you.”

“His hands weren’t all over me. He was helping me clean up the mess I made.”

“I just bet!” He said sarcastically.

“What the hell does that mean?” I yelled, standing there with my hands on my hips.

“I ask you to do this one thing for me, the one thing and you come out here and embarrass me like that?!”

“Embarrass you? James how? How did I embarrass you?”

“By acting like a fucking slut,” James answered. He stomped over to the driver’s side and got into the car leaving me outside the car to bask in my moment of hurt.

My jaw dropped as I looked at where he had stood, astounded. I was so shocked that he would call me that that I couldn’t say anything. James knew me. He knew that I hated that word with a passion. For him to even insinuate that I was a slut would have caused a problem for me. But to hear him actually call me a slut to my face just caused me to lose my ability to speak for a time.

I got into the car silently and stared out the window, wishing that every blink I made would have gotten me closer to my house. I was going to spend the night at James’s house but with the night’s little altercation I wouldn’t be spending the night with him then or any other night in the near future.

Sensing that he’d done something wrong James tried to talk to me, to even apologize but I’d blocked him out. The only time I said something to him was when I felt the immediate urge to go to the bathroom as we approached a rest stop.

I silently exited the car and entered the ladies room, which was eerily quiet and empty. Any other time it would have freaked me out but at that moment, I decided that I needed some time to myself. I entered the bigger stall and leaned my back up against the door and let a few tears fall before relieving myself.

When I stepped from the stall and washed my hands I turned towards the door to leave but I was stopped by James.

I tried to move around him but he stopped me, blocking my exit.

I backed away from him and he moved closer to me. I took another step back and he took two. I backed away from him until I felt the bathroom wall against my back.

“Baby I’m sorry,” he said trying to get me to look at him.

I turned my head, not meeting his eyes.

He pressed body into mine. “Baby I mean it. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry please look at me.”

I still refused to lift my eyes to his. So he leaned down and lifted my chin to kiss me but moved my head away just before our lips could meet.

He clenched his jaw in frustration then grabbed me by my legs and lifted me up, hoisting my body up against the bathroom wall. He trapped my body against him and wrapped my legs around his waist and he took my lips with his. Biting my bottom lip, making me gasp he took advantage of the small opening and slipped his tongue in my mouth. His hands moved to the soft globes of my ass and squeezed them making me groan against his lips.

The kiss was soft and demanding at the same time. Him taking what he wanted leaving me wanting more was just how I liked it and James knew it.

One arms slipped around my waist, while the other moved up along my body until his hand rested on my breasts. My nipple hardened instantly, underneath my bra.

Try as I might I wanted to deny him but I could do no such thing as he started grinding into me. I could feel his hardened cock even between our clothes and I began to moisten with anticipation. The friction from his grinding against me made me whimper and moan against his soft lips, which I tried to stifle. But he was having none of that.

He carried me to the sinks and he let me down and somehow he'd managed to get my pants down to my calves and spun me so that my hands were braced on the bathroom sink. Looking down at round milk chocolate he smacked it lightly making me jump.

Suddenly he got down on his knees and spread my ass cheeks, inhaling the scent of my wet pussy.

I was so turned on that by then I didn’t even care that we were at a public rest stop, all I cared about was James and what was about to happen to me.

“James,” I whispered.

He spread me wider getting the perfect view of my tight pussy. Then his tongue flicked over my rose bud making me gasp again. He slid his tongue down to my wet pussy.

“Oh baby...you taste so good,” he murmured.

I moaned out loud before catching myself. I tried to be quiet 'cause I didn’t want anyone to hear but James hated it when I tried to be quiet. So he grabbed my ass and spread me more getting his tongue further into my slick tightness, making me groan his name.

“Jaaammessss.”

He replaced his tongue with two fingers, shoving them inside me. I yelped. I wanted to scream but I knew I couldn’t.

He fingers roughly fucked my sopping wet pussy causing me to moan louder and louder every time I felt his fingers inside me, my pussy clenched around his wet digits.

“Jaaammess, please, baby…oh god, stop,” I begged.

But I knew he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t top until he’d made me cum screaming. And I felt it approaching. I began to rock my hips in rhythm with his finger. And just as I felt myself begin to cum he stopped. I whimpered as I felt his fingers leave me.

He stood up behind me and faced the mirror. “Step out of your panties and pants.”

“But ….Jaamess-”

“Now,” he demanded.

I quickly did so and before I could blink, he had me lifted up and right back up against the wall, my legs wrapped around him as his cock slowly entered me.

“Mmmm, James,” I moaned. I could feel each inch of him sliding inside my chocolate pussy. He pulled out ever so slowly, teasing me.

“James,” I whispered.

He slowly sped up until he had me bouncing up and down on his cock. Every thrust making me scream a little louder.

“FUCK! JAMES!” I screamed.

“Take it baby, take it,” he grunted.

He slowed down enough to be able to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking it into his warm mouth. The sensations feeling like a straight connection from my nipples to my pussy making me wetter, and my clit more sensitive. He leaned more into my body and the contact of his skin against my clit sent me over.

My orgasm took me over before I knew it. I screamed out once, just once and I bit down on my lip squeezing my eyes shut. When I opened them I looked at him, I saw that he had a frown on his face.

“No,” he said. “I want you to scream my name.” And he picked up the pace, staving off his own release. He continued to fuck my tight wet pussy, pounding away at me.

Already I could feel another orgasm coming. “James…James… Jaaaammess.”

“Yes baby, say it.”

“I can’t… I can’t… James, please,” I begged.

“Take this cock! Cum all over it”

Whatever control I tried to possess completely left me as I came again. “JAAAAAMMMEESSSSSS.”

His cock was so deep inside me hitting every spot that made me shiver. I was too sensitive to take anymore and I begged him to stop, but he ignores me and pounding me.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he asked.

I couldn’t speak between grunts and groans.

“You better fuckin answer me,” he yelled.

“Huh?”

”Who owns this pussy?”

I still couldn’t get my voice to work properly.

“TELL ME?!” He yelled as he rammed his cock inside me.

“YOURS,” I screamed.

“Say. It. Again!”

“Oh god…James…Yours!”

“Again damn it!”

“It's yous James!!”

“THAT’S RIGHT, THIS PUSSY BELONGS TO ME. AND DON’T. YOU. EVER. LET. ANOTHER. MAN. TOUCH. YOU!” He yelled with every thrust.

By then I could only nod. “P…ple…please…James. It’stoogood,” I managed to get out.

I could feel his thrusts getting shorter as he moaned my name over and over again.

He thrust into my sopping wet hole until his cock released his cum into me, with a groan. He leaned his head into my shoulder, catching his breath.

He slowly softened and pulled out of my cum soaked hole. I tried to hold his cum inside me but I still felt it slipping out.

I finally looked him in the eyes saying, “I'm sorry baby I was only talking. Let me make it up to you.”

I kissed him passionately, then he let me down on shaky legs and I dropped to my knees. I took his soft cock into my mouth cleaning it of our mess. I took as much of his cock into my mouth licking and sucking and slurping at our juices. I sucked every drop off his cock. And then we got cleaned up and got back into the car.

While James was driving back to his place, my hand still played with his cock.

I leaned and whispered into his ear, “Get home fast, baby... I’m not done making it up to you.”

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