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Aaaaand How

Posted by identitykrysis in Short Stories on October 20, 2009

“No no!” He protests, sitting forward on the couch. “You take the last few drops.”
“Me?”
“Yea. For good luck,” he pauses and adds, “It’s a Greek thing.”
Ava smiles, delighted, and tips the last bit of wine into her glass.

End of movie marks
extended make-out moments
before they maneuver
into the bedroom.

Soon enough she leans up from laying beside him and he asks, “Do you have a condom?”

Perhaps it was easier for others to reply to that question. Perhaps other people didn’t feel the wavering hesitation every time that question, or some variation thereof, is asked. Hesitation simply because, they may want to but -shouldn’t- for many reasons.

She shouldn’t because she knows what she wants, and sex on the fourth date wasn’t it.

Descending once again she kisses him and replies, “I’m not going to sleep with you tonight.”

That was the quickest she’d ever replied to that question.

“How about tomorrow morning?”

They both laugh and she nestles into his chest, deliberately slowing the momentum between them. He buries a hand into her hair and strokes the other down her back.

The momentum resumed soon enough, but he made no venture for sex. No subtle or not so subtle push for more.

She really was dealing with a whole new caliber of man.

Plus, doctors know anatomy with breathtaking accuracy.

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He’s calling.
He’s… calling.
WTF Why is he calling?
I wish he wouldn’t call me.
God, this is the worst feeling ever.
His name does this thing to my insides.
Ugh. And then he talks. And then I wish he wouldn’t talk.
He always says the wrong things to me.
But he did the right things to me.
Don’t bloody-well call me.
Don’t pick up Ava.
Don’t…

Ugh…

“Hello?”
“Hi Ava.”
“Hi J2.”

J2: “I’m on the Drive and… I just couldn’t resist calling you. Are you going to have a late night?”
Translation: “Wanna have sex?”
Ava: “Couldn’t resist hmmm? No, I can’t have a late night.”
Translation: “Try harder next time. *sigh* You still have the girlfriend in another country huh? Nope, no sex for me thnx.”
Ava: “..But give me a ring some other time.”
Translation: “But sex with you rocks. So when you’re not cheating anymore, maybe call me.”

Start the timer for another six months… starting……..NOW!

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Date broken.

Text: Hey! Sorry I’ve been MIA! I’ve been trying to find a moment alone to call you…I wound up patching things up with my ex, and so…y’know.
Text: So begins the awkwardness! I wanted to talk to you about it! Can I call u 2morrow night?
Ava quirks a brow at this and… slips slightly.
Ava Text: Only a little awkward! I appreciate the honesty. If you’d like to call, I should be free to chat tomorrow.
Text: Awesome! talk to you then!

No call.

Headshake and officially written off.

Until he calls a week late.

Ava picks it up simply out of curiosity.
“Hi!”
“Hi.”
He small talks and then:
“So I’ve been thinking about you.”
Ava makes a face: “I’m confused. You’re with your ex, yet you’re thinking about me?”
“Yea, well, I dunno. Her and I sat down the day before our date and decided to give it another go.”
“Okay. So I’m still confused.”
“What are you confused about.”
“Listen. All I know is you’re back with your ex. I’m not hurt, you know. We went on what, three dates? I’m fine. I’m just confused because now you’re telling me you’re thinking about me. You made your choice. I don’t know why we’re still talking.”
“I guess I’m just frustrated.”
“Well that’s your deal, I guess. I have no power over that.”
“I know that.”
Awkward pause.
“Honestly, I’m glad you guys are back together. I’m not upset. I’m only upset because you broke plans with me twice with little notice and that is pretty disrespectful. So, for future reference. Don’t do that to people.”
“Listen, I’d like to sit down and have lunch with you to discuss this.”
“Uhm… Well I’m not going to go out of my way to make plans with you. I’m free Saturday. If that works then… fine.”
“Saturday works great.”
“Okay. Bye.”

He breaks those plans. Explains. Remakes plans.
Ava remains non-committal to everything.

He invites her to come down to his work.
Ava Text: I’m going to stay home. But thanks for the offer. Chat some other time.
Text back: So, single again! Would rather have explained things in person, but that’s been proving difficult! Like to see you again if ur interested!
Ava Text: ______, you passed me up for your ex. You can’t exactly be surprised by my hesitation here. If you want to explain or see me again, wouldn’t sometime when you’re not working be more appropriate?

No response.

Not the fastest conclusion.

But better than her usual time line of two years to finally do what’s best.

Perhaps Spencer was right and she needs a sign on the back of her door that reads:

“Don’t date actors.”

Just a reminder.

Every.
Day.

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Not Fair of Me to Say I Kissed More Girls Than You Last Weekend, Right?

Posted by identitykrysis in Short Stories on October 6, 2009

Where are you two going?
A Fetish night.
…Oh.

He walks away.

Ava’s friend turns to her. See that’s the difference between the two of us. I’d just say a party.
I just don’t bother thinking of something more veiled to say.

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The two girls walk down the street, Ava in a belted long red ladies coat and her friend Hannah in a tan trench, both escorted by Hannah’s significant other Greg. Both also sporting fishnets and ridiculously high heels. The trio would be occasionally accosted by a stranger yelling:

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
That’s eight arrrrr’s now. Ava informs them, laughing while they continue to their destination. Their first Sin City night, escorted by their friend Chris. Ava get’s to cross it off her “To Do” list after this night.

Upon arrival, Ava’s confronted with a beautiful, busty, woman getting a corset adjustment. Slipping their coats off the two girls nestle into the atmosphere, unveiling their indulgence.

Ava: Previously mentioned high heels and fishnets continues… to garter belt to barely there leather black mini to black waist cincher corset to black leather vest over a nearly dress length white puffy shirt.
Hannah: Previously mentioned high heels and fishnets continues to… to garter belt to cut up black suede mini skirt to burgundy suede vest to black pirate hat.
Greg: Black boots to brown pants to white shirt to cut up burgundy vest.
Chris: Black shoes to black pants to leather and chain harness vest.

I’m feeling like a pretty lucky guy right now.
The girls laugh.

They all grab a beer and hit the dance floor.

Within five minutes:

Tall. Australian. No shirt. Black pants.
Moves like syrup.

He starts dancing with Ava. Closer and closer. Touching her until she removes his hands.

What’s your name?
Ava. Yours?
Somethingorother. You been here before?
No. My first time.
Same with me.

Dance break.

May I kiss you Ava?
No.
Why?
I don’t kiss strange men.
You’re a tease.

Ava turns around, moving to the music and peeks over her shoulder.
Yup.

He laughs.
Delighted.
Dance break.

Do you have a boyfriend.
No. Do you have a girlfriend?
Yes.
Is she here?
Yes. You should meet her.
Perhaps I will.

More dancing. Move downstairs to a different dance room.
Break to the bathroom. Adjustment of fishnets. Undo a button. Push breasts together.

Hey, everyone else is doing it.

Back to the music and the beat and the lights and the dressed up and the half dressed bodies.

Ava wasn’t sure who grab who’s hand first… But Hannah was in her arms and the two moved together. Hands on thighs, touching tentatively before moving away from one another.

Eyes darting. Lingering. Lasting. Reuniting.
Ava teased a nestle into her neck and makes eye contact with Hannah’s fiancee. Who watches. Ava holds out her hand to him. He takes it and she pulls him to them but moves away.

They dance.
Alone, Ava balances on tip-toe in black patent leather, finding the curve to the lyrics and matching it with her hip.

She’s drawn back into the embrace of the couple and her lips find warmth against Hannah’s. Instinctively a hand flies up to bury into her hair and deepen the kiss.

But gently.
She can feel Greg there,
beside her.
Beside them.

Overwhelmed she breaks the kiss and turns to dance again and lighten whatever depths she was uncovering.

This continues. They continue.

Ava spies a beautiful pirate girl and reaches out a hand to her. The other smiles and takes it and they blend together. She was delicate and tiny and gorgeous. She couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Then again Ava is over 6 feet that evening.

What’s your name?
Beth. And you?
Ava.
Beth. You’re so beautiful.

She blushes.

Ava. I have to ask. How old are you?
26.
She laughs a little. I thought so.
Why? How old are you?
Older than you.

Ava doesn’t care. One bit.

There is something precious about her. How Ava has to look down at her petiteness. Coveting fine bone structure covered with freckles. Those eyes… that find untouched expanse and encourages it.

Ava can’t handle it and with both hands on either side of her face she leans down and asks if she could kiss her. She can. They do. A slight brush of the lips and Ava feels something pull inside her chest.

Adoration grows.
The kiss grows.

And…
Hannah returns and Ava adjusts to normal party mode. Brushing off the multitude of thoughts sliding over brain cells. Everyone dances in a circle. Hannah’s hand finds hers. Greg is nearby. The three find each other again. Lips and hips.

Cells explode again.

Ava needs some water and leaves to wander around the upstairs. Taking in the people. The shapes. The skin.

She feels exposed without her cocoon of familiarity. What she has cultivated down stairs.

Upon her return she discovers that Somethingorother has reappeared with his girlfriend. Who is devastatingly gorgeous. He is quite obviously encouraging the two to dance and so they oblige. She presents as a delightful, lithe, wench. Her attitude complies with her appearance. But, the two were far too dominant for one another, both trying to assert their mutual appreciation yet need to have the other submit.

That alone is intriguing.

She went in for the kiss. Ava responds with a little nibble. Gently taking her lower lip between hers before releasing and meeting her eyes. She was taller than Ava and so she soon grows bored of such an interaction. Neither would yield and Ava didn’t trust the wench’s boyfriend, Somethingorother, at all.

She turns back and finds a seat to rest. Greg joins her and they both drink water. Hannah rests too and eyes meet in the subtle comfort of their trio.

The three find more music to dance to and move to. Together.
And they decide to leave. Together.
(For they were staying at her place anyway)

But before she leaves, Ava sought Beth. Scouring each level for her petite beauty. Giving up she finds Hannah and Greg at the door… with Beth.

We found her for you and told her to stay.

She did.

Beth.
I’d like to see you again. Do you have… Facebook?
Ava K. Don’t forget it. She leans down to give her a delicious hug and departs.

They cab and arrive at Ava’s place and start to remove layers before sitting, lounging, returning to reality.

Somewhat.

Her thoughts flutter back to the events of that evening and as they talk Ava barely remembers what they speak about. She does remember Greg giving both her and Hannah awe inspiring foot rubs. Appreciation for their hard work for wearing stilettos all night.

They listen to music and during a lull Ava stands, finally deciding that she must… sleep.

She sleeps alone.

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