Valentines Date (MF Anon)

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Author

You know what?  I suck at romance.  So, fuck it.  I'll just write about sex.  Happy Holiday.

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"You want to drink alone?"

"No," I gladly pushed the seat out next to me.  "Huh, I've never been alone on Valentines before, actually."

"Well, it's lady's night, so I don't have to buy you a drink."  He sat down, and I don't know.  He doesn't look like Mr. Right, which is probably why he's single today, and I don't care.  He's here, right now.  Right place, right time, and I already said that I don't want to be alone tonight.

At least I'm 21 now, so I can just go to the bar, and wait.  I have to admit, I'm not the best looking girl in the whole world, but the only single one in a singles bar?  2 free drinks, and right after work.  The guys showed up first, and talked to each other, before one of them got brave, and the other had to stop egging him on.  First cum, first served, but another nice thing is we didn't have to beat around the bush.  I just had to finish my drink, and "You want to get out of here?"

"Sure," 1 to start, "Thought you'd never ask."  It's nice, cleared up, and windy, but warm enough that I don't need a jacket.  The Designated Driver put his arm around me, and hugged my shoulder into his ribs.  

"Huh, you know what I never got?"  He asked, "Oral sex."

I giggled, "You never had a blowjob before?"

"No, I mean.  What do girls get out of it?  I don't mind going down on you, to get you ready for the main event, but you ever given head, and just left it at that?"

"Sometimes, I don't know."  I shrugged, and smelled his shirt.  "I guess I'm just oral, but you don't want just a BJ."  I guessed.  Feeling his back, up under his shirt, and the muscles play with his hips rocking back and forth while we walk.  "You've got a great ass."  Hell, there were lots of couples in the park.  Taking advantage of the nice weather, and celebrating the holiday with a little romance.  

Nobody really payed any attention, but I live nearby, so I took him back to my place.  "Well, I don't know about a relationship, with you on the rebound from that asshole leaving you to go out with someone else, on Valentines?"  He shook his head.  "What a dick!"

"You have no idea."  I nodded, "10 inches, but.  I guess there really wasn't much more to him than that.  I don't know what it is about guys like that, but they seem to think that's all it takes.  So, they don't bother to learn anything else, but I'm over it."  I can get another guy, easy.  I'm even glad that he doesn't want more than a 1 night stand, but it's not even close to evening yet.  The night isn't even young yet, and he's not a keeper, but I'm not going to tell him that.

He didn't get jealous, or hard talking about my ex's big dick.  I exaggerated, a little, but that's how you can tell.  What kind of guy you're taking home to bed, if you just ask them, then they'll lie.  He didn't even say anything about size, or it doesn't matter, so he's not insecure, and he doesn't have anything to prove.

"Huh, it's just sex, then."  I nodded, "Revenge sex, instead of rebound sex, but I need to prove it to myself that I can do better."  I had to let go, to get my keys out, but got a nice squeeze out of his bun first.  "Huh!"

It's a shame that's the best part, but I guess.  He does have a great ass, so there's that.

"Nice place."

I didn't bring him home for a critique of my decor, so I just dropped my purse with my keys in it, and backed into the corner behind the door.  Pulling him after me by the ass, with my mouth open, and his tongue exploring.  Already starting to drool at both ends, and feeling like such a slut.  

It's liberating, empowering after I just got out of a loveless relationship, where it was just sex, and then being told that i'm not good enough, so he jumped ship for a better model.  "Huh!"  Forget about that, it's over, and I can do better.  Better than this, but get your head in the game, girl.  I wanted a little romance, but I guess that was too much to ask.  Oh well, fuck it, and then head back to the bar for round 2.  I have another drink coming to me, and all night to see what I can get.

Too bad he's a shitty kisser though.  "Huh, come on."  I can lead him around by the ass, though.  With my bra unhooked, and held up on his chest.  My shirt up, but it's my place, and I can walk around blind in the dark.  He tripped over the couch backwards, and sat down.  So, I pulled off my top, and slipped my bra off to throw it aside.

"Huh, you've got great tits."

"Thanks," I wish he'd shut up, so I kissed him for something else to do with his mouth, but he didn't.    One of those guys, with the 1 track mind, so they can only concentrate on one thing, or 2 at a time.  Okay, well he knows what to do with my breasts, so there's that, but his mouth went so numb, I had to do all the kissing for both of us.

With my arms around his shoulders, he let go, and pushed me back.  Then his knuckles rolled around between my legs, while he got his pants open, so I climbed down, and licked my lips.  It's a dick, just a normal, average sized dick, but I guess it's nice that he doesn't have too much emotionally invested in it.  

"Huh, yeah."  I just tuned him out, and nodded.  Pulling off my shoes, and the rest of my clothes, while the ran his fingers through my hair, and I bobbed my head to keep his spit slicked shaft slipping back and forth through my lips.  Wagged my tongue back and forth under it, and licked the wrinkles down the middle of the split, until a little drop leaked out.  "Huh!"  I rubbed it in the roof of my mouth, and grabbed my purse, to get a rubber out.  "Here."  

I got up, and felt the warm moisture starting to stick my lips together.  Enough to get my fingers slick, and slip up to my clit hood.  Hold it back to gently rub the little head in there with my fingerprints until they made me shiver.  "Hhuh!  Ready?"

"Yeah, you mind if I get on top?"

"No," "Of course not."  One of those guys, "So I can feel your ass, fucking into me.  Yeah.  Huh!"  Laying back on the couch, with my chin on my chest until he picked my legs up, and pulled me out.  With my ass in the air, and his elbows in the backs of my knees.  I had to reach between us, but he got a hold of my chest, and sank into me.  "Huh, yeah.  Fuck me faster, I can take it, uh, huh!"

He follows direction, good enough.  Especially with my hands full of soft round buttocks, going firm, and flexing in between thrusts, then sinking in to smack his pubes into mine.  He slipped, and the coffee table skidded, but then he got back up, and he didn't fall out.  Just stuck almost straight up, which accidentally hit my Gee spot, and I couldn't breathe.  "NRHaugh!  Fugh, mrh yeah fuck meeEEII!"

Finally it hit.  The g spot almost touched me off, but then he started laying the pipe like a desperate plumber trying to make ends meat, and bashing my cervix so hard I thought I'd choke on it, and his pubes hitting mine with the brutal animal smack of rutting in heat.  "Huh!"  He stopped, and sank in.  "HhuhHhuh!"  Let go, so my legs slipped out of his arms, and I had to hold onto his hips, with my thighs, and let go of his ass until he finished pumping his load into the reservoir tip.

"Huh, whew!"  I wiped my sweaty bangs out of my face, and he got up.  Next to me, and sat on the couch to catch his breath.  I just slid off on the floor, and pushed the coffee table out of the way.  Got up, pulling off one sock, and stopping at the bathroom door to get the other one.  "I'm gonna take a shower, but you can't smoke in here."

Clink!  He shut his zippo, unlit, and left the used rubber on the floor.  Pulling up his pants, I heard the front door before I got the water just right, and by the time I was done, he was gone.

"Good, huh!"  So, I went in my room, to pick out some clean clothes to wear, and head back to the bar.  Of course, he didn't go back there.  He got what he wanted, and hopefully by the time I see him again, I'll be with my new boyfriend.

I know I can do better than that.  "Another Mimosa?"

"Sure."  The bartender even remembered, he owed me a drink.  "Thanks."

It was still nice out, so I took it out front, and bumbed a cigarette.  I just had sex, the only time I ever really enjoy it, but he's a smoker, too.  So, it would never work out.  "Huh!"

At least I didn't strike out, there's that?

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She came up behind me.  "Screwdriver?"

"Huh?  No.  Mimosa."

Sat down, with a tumbler full of ice, orange juice, and vodka.  Sipping carefully from a straw, leaving a little lipstick, but not messing them up, she nodded.  "I guess a lot of bottles of champagne are getting opened today."  Crossing her legs, she sat back.  "You strike out, too?"

"Huh,"    "Not really, but you know.  I don't hate the players, and I enjoy the game, but I just can't stand feeling like a loser all the time."

"Oh yeah?  Do tell."

"Well, all my girlfriends are out with their boyfriends, except me.  I got dumped, yesterday.  I'm over it, but I just hate being alone on Valentines."

"Naturally," she nodded, "Mh hm?"  Took another dainty sip.  "Kah!"

"So then, I came out to take advantage of the Lady's Night."  2 nights in a row, normally it's a hump-day special, to bring in guys with their money.  I'd seen her around before, she's a regular, so she knows the score.  A guy buys you a drink, that's one thing.  A hundred guys come in, and that's more than enough to make up for 2 drinks, maximum for all the ladies.  Especially the ones that strike out, and end up drinking anyway to forget?

"So anyway, I got picked up by a guy, and took him home, but it was disappointing.  I wasn't even gone an hour, but wouldn't you know, by the time I got back, all the other single ladies got off work, and dressed up before I got back.  So now it's a taco party, and we have to wait for the guys to strike out to get enough sausage to go around."

"Mhm, mh hm hm hn!"  She swallowed, so she could laugh out loud.  "You're funny, so funny the way you put it!  It's just lucky I didn't shoot vodka out of my nose!"

"I'm sorry."

"Oh no, it's delightfully refreshing.  Your sense of humor, I mean.  It's so androgynous, really."  She waved it off.

"How so?"  I just shook my head.

"Well, you know how men talk about sex, #NotAllMen." She held up her man.  "Well, actually."  And just brushed off Stranger Danger before he walked up.  

"No boys allowed, huh dykes?"  He rolled his eyes, but he fucked off.

I had to laugh, "Well played!"  God, those guys are annoying.  "You ever fucked one of those?"  I pointed, right out in the street lamps, with the twilight fading between the buildings.  Not the best place to watch the sunset, but I guess that's what you get.  Talking about it out front of a notorious singles bar, on a college strip, on Valentines.  This early, the "Neckbeards?"  They're out in force, and the Alphas haven't shown up to scare the betas off.

"Ha, no.  Why, don't you think that would encourage them?"

"I don't know, I only tried it once.  I guess you could call it an experiment, but you know how they blame women for not getting laid, instead of owning up to their passive aggressive sexism."

"Misandrists.  It's only sexism when a man says it?"

She buried her nose in her drink, to cover her grin, and took a loud sip, but she never looked up, or warned me that he was still lurking around until after I admitted pityfucking one out of curiosity.

"Huh!"    "Fine, sit down."

"You're not my mother."

"Then fuck off!  You want to talk, or just creep around me to butt in?  Piss or get off the pot, you know maybe girls would find you so creepy if you didn't cosplay as stranger danger, and lurk over their shoulders when we're trying to talk?  ...  Is he gone?"  Honestly, I was just too embarrassed to look, until she nodded, so I checked to make sure she wasn't lying.  It was such a relief I just broke down laughing, and punched her in the arm.  "That was some dirty trick, you could have warned me!"

She laughed back, "Well, I just wanted to see what he'd say, or if he'd get the balls to come back after you admitted to fucking one.  So, how'd it go?"

"Huh," I rubbed my arm, "Creepy?  I mean, I knew it would be, I just.  I don't know I was kinda into it out of a.  Archaeological perspective.  No wait, Anthropology?"

"The Study of Man."  She nodded.  

"Yeah, but like you said.  A certain kind of man.  You know, they dress like that to look mysterious."

"That's what they say.  I can't say I believe them."

"It's just that, subconscious archetype.  Stranger Danger, and how could they possibly hit on that exact same look, without being aware of it?"

"So, you're like a psychology major?"

"Oh, no.  I skipped college, i figured I'd rather have a car, and a job, than debt, and nothing to show for it but another degree."

"Another one?"

"Other than my diploma, and I hated school anyway.  I guess it's just a hobby.  I read a lot of Archaeology, Anthropology, Psychology, and Sociology papers, and stuff, but I wouldn't want to make a career out of it."

"Another round, girls?"

"Nah, I've reached my limit."

She held up her tumbler, "Make the next one a Long Island?"

"Cumming right up."

The barback winked, and threw her hip into it, but.  "She's bisexual.  I knew that, she can remember a drink order, but apparently the bleach wiped out her memory for sexual preference."

"You're straight."

"Yeah, sorry.  I mean, if you're gay, that's okay.  I'm not one to judge, I just don't swing that way."  She shook her head, and I relaxed.  A little, the Champagne helped, but not too much.  "Another nice thing about Lady's Nights here, they cut me off at 2, unless somebody decides to buy me another one, but I guess I should be grateful.  I just hate to settle for a disappointing wham bang thank you man."

"So what was wrong with him?"  She nodded across the street, so i would look.  

Then, I put my head down, and pulled my hair out to cover my face.  "Stop it!"

She laughed, "I saw you two together earlier, but I figured you're an item."

"Well, you can have him if you want."

"What so bad about him?"  At least he kept walking, with his hands in his pockets, and din't look back.  Just turned the corner so I could breathe.

"Huh!  Well, first of all, he asked me about oral sex, but.  Trying to remember the conversation, but he made it pretty clear that he didn't want Just a blowjob?"

"Mhm?"

"And I was down to fuck, so;"

"Here you are."  The barback showed up with the Long Island Iced Tea, "You sure I can't get you something else?  On the house?"

"No, I'm fine.  2 drink limit."

"I'll buy you whatever you want."

"What part of no don't you understand?  Why so you can roofie me, and give me a ride home?  No means no!"

"All right, Jesus!  Calm down!"  

"At least she's scared enough to hopefully remember next time.  If she likes working here, singles bar doesn't mean you can hit on the customers!"

"Well, she's gone now.  It's okay."  She touched my hands, and I snatched them back.  "Sorry, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, I'm a little jumpy, but I'm not homophobic, at all."

"Well, you certainly seem terrified, and you're white as a sheet!"

"You mind?"  She shook her head, and gave me a sip of her cocktail.  "Huh, thanks."  I'm tempted to get one for myself, as long as that.  "Huh, thanks."  Forget about it.  "I just don't like it when they come on too strong, all right?  Male or female, it doesn't matter.  They just have to, wine me, and dine me."  Shaking my heady before i finish that though.

"69 me?"  She laughed.

"Yeah, if they play nice."

"You sure speak your mind!"  She laughed.

"Yeah, well if that's what you want to call it.  I'm drunk, so I can't stop my thoughts cumming out of my mouth."

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