Friday – 10:30pm
SWF locks eyes with a man standing by the bar. He’s ruggedly attractive, a sort of Italian Clive Owen. She smiles, and he smiles back; but she looks away, wanting to appear mysterious and disinterested. A few minutes later she sidles up next to him.
“Excuse me, can I squeeze in here next to you and order a drink?” she says, all business.
“Of course…”
She turns away and ignores the man. After procuring her drink from the overwhelmed bartender, the man says, “I would have bought that for you!”
“Well, why don’t you give me eight dollars instead?”
“That’s not really how it works…I’m Charles.” He extends his hand, but she doesn’t take it.
“I’m single. I’m sitting over there with my friends. Come visit if you feel so inclined.” She offers a broad smile to make up for her rejection of his hand shake.
An hour and two drinks later, Charles approaches SWF’s table.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks.
“Of course!” SWF follows Charles back to the bar. He purchases her a Long Island Iced Tea, and meaningless conversation ensues. Where are you from? What do you do for work? Blah blah blah? Charles sells condoms. Charles suggests “getting out of here”.
“Ok, but I’m not going to fuck you.” SWF knows she might sleep with Charles, or at least let him finger her, but she places this disclaimer in case she finds something undesirable about the man; if his apartment smells, or he has a weird roommate, there will definitely be no sex.
SWF doesn’t remember the cab ride to Charles’ apartment, but she vaguely recalls Charles undressing and revealing a strangely formed belly button. In her intoxication she thinks, “This is weird, but not weird enough to put the brakes on sex…” However, Charles can’t get his condom on. The mood dissipates, and SWF suggests politely they wait until morning to have sex. It amuses SWF that Charles can’t get on his own brand of condom. Eventually he secures the protection, but SWF has almost entirely lost interest. She would feel bad denying Charles now, so she puts her best foot forward and tries to enthusiastically fuck her partner. After a faked orgasm and a blessedly brief encounter, Charles climaxes and rolls off SWF.
She wakes up the next morning, alarmed by her unknown surroundings and strange companion. Sober inspection of Charles commences; he is overly tan, and obviously shaves his chest due to the amount of stubble covering it. SWF decides at that moment she will never see Charles again.
Comments
You can in and out at the same time, just ask Planned Parenthood.
Go in and out repeatedly.
Interesting story, however, I wish we knew SWF’s motives for partaking in such lasciviousness. Recent break-up? Desire for anonymous sex? Just wanting to get laid? Low self-esteem?
Provocative. Good to know it’s not you though, as I know you’d never go for an Italian. Whew!
This can’t be you, I know you’d never go for an Italian!
he’s lucky she wasnt jennifer jason leigh in SWF!
Low self esteem? Please. How about sex feels good? Who wouldn’t want to have sex? Sheesh.
Low self esteem….having sex knowing someone for less than a couple of hours. The decline of western civilization is in full swing……use your brains girls-keep your legs closed!