“No, although I’ll tell you now, bourbon is still hard for me to smell. That was always my alcohol of choice, although in the depths of my worst addiction, I’d drink anything you'd hand me. I don’t remember a lot of it, but I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that I was drinking cough syrup or cooking wine.”
“Oh yikes,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me. “That’s nasty.”
“Addicts usually are!” I say cheerfully. I’m not ashamed of my past—it’s made me who I am, even if I have no desire to repeat those years.
Once we finish with our meal, I pull her out onto the dance floor, moving with her to the crooning of the jazz singer and band. She feels right in my arms—more right, more real, than anything I’ve ever had before.
I dip her in my arms, and I hear light applause around us. I look up and realize that we’ve gathered a bit of an audience. I straighten, pulling Gisele upright, and she waves, blushing, as I take her off the dance floor.
We leave the restaurant, out into the crisp night air, and I’m wondering how I can convince her to come back to my place, when she asks, “Want to come back to my apartment?”
“Yes,” I breathe. I want that more than anything.
135
Gisele
As we walk into my apartment, my knees are knocking together. I haven’t been this nervous since George asked me out on a date in seventh grade. I want Stone to fuck me, and this time, I want him to remember me. I have been watching him all evening, and he isn’t high on the experimental drug, at least not that I can see. His eyes are focused, even if they seem to spend most of their time focusing on my tits, and he seems completely aware of his surroundings.
Finally, I’m going to have my night with Stone – not in a bathroom stall, not in a nameless hotel room, but in my apartment, in my bed. I pull him into the house, slamming the door closed behind him, and began pulling at his tux, wanting to rip it off him with my teeth. Stone in a tux is sexier than ten James Bonds put together.
But, he stops me, his hand on my shoulder. Why is he stopping me? I blink, staring up at his face through a haze of red desire.
“Tonight, I finally get to remember you. Tonight, I get to make you mine.”
I nod, trying to keep my mind focused on his words and where he could possibly be going with this, and not focused on getting his cock into my mouth, but I’ll be honest, this was much harder than my Honors English final in 12th grade, and I’d thought that was going to kill me off.
“I want to do this the old-fashioned way.”
That clears a little more of the fog out. That sounds…decidedly un-fun.
“Old fashioned?” I repeat. I’m hoping this doesn’t mean he presses a kiss to my forehead and walks out. Please oh please oh please…
“No penetration tonight. Just you and I, mouths on each other, pleasuring each other. Let’s take it slow.”
Ohhhhhh…this means I do get to put my mouth around that delicious cock of his.
“Deal!” I say and start dragging him towards the bedroom.
Oh yeah, this time around, you’re not following me inside. Not yet. Let me try him out and see how he fucks sober.
Don’t worry, Stone will probably start talking to you right as soon as he wakes up…
136
Stone
I wake up, my arm under Gisele's head, the pins and needles throbbing up and down my arm from it having gone to sleep long ago. I slide my arm out from underneath her, shaking it to get the tingling sensation out, and then grab my phone off the nightstand. I’m awake now; it’s time to see what the world has done without me over the past 12 hours.
I thumbprint my way into my phone and then start flicking through it.
Hold on …
Google Alerts has gone crazy on me. I usually get a few each day, although after my cock-waving move last week, I've certainly gotten a lot more. But this morning …
Well, I’m not going to say that it’s as much as it was last week, but I also don’t know if it’s much less.
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