# Another tale part 1
She trusted nothing about him. Once she did, she would not go back. She knew that. Scars are difficult to forget. Those of the soul, she found those easier. She checked the neck button of her shirt again. He ordered another drink. No, not for her. She needed a little sanity. His eyes moved back on her and she clinched her thighs. Ok, she’ll have another one too, please. So what do you do, she asked aloud. I don’t care, really, but I have to keep you talking, she thought. His lips waltzed in her vision. They kept talking of lust, skin and things wet, or it was just her? She was sweating and it would soon show. So yeah why don’t we go out of here, take a walk. Yes, he likes the idea. So they paid their drinks — she insisted — and then out on deserted streets. He tugs her leftward when she’s going right. How we’re holding our hands, was it me who did it, she thought. He is warm, he is making her warmer. She trusted something about him. Their shoes crash old leaves over older wetter leaves. It’s raining. He looks like someone came prepared for all weather. She looks like someone who’s not meeting a stranger after a few chats. She could be with her friends. She wouldn’t. She likes it here, with him. He talks all serious and all she wants is to kiss him. Another bar, to drink the rain away. Ever closer she leans to him. She trusted his eyes. He wants her. He looks at her breasts when he’s talking to her and spies her eyes when she looks away. She wants him inside her and again, again. He moves as she moves. They kiss. They can’t tell the hours. Minutes. Seconds. Why is this place so small now? Why the door is so far away? She needs to leave but she can only leave with him. Wait, it’s still raining. No, let’s go outside, she says. Leaning against a wall, they kiss. Now she feels his body on her. He’s hard. He touches her. Where do you live? It’s far from here, he says. Then hurry. They didn’t talk, they just looked at each other. Liberty buildings followed by modern grey cubes, then low houses, forgotten bars. A sexy shop and a new church. She couldn’t tell which were there first. Off the bus, he holds her hand. Here, up the stairs. It’s cold, empty, un-lived. She unbuttons his shirt, opens his belt, down the pants. She smells his sex, tastes it in her mouth. He moans. She pushes him deeper. She can feel his blood pumping up and down his cock inside her throat. He frees himself, grabs her up and over the desk. They kiss while he fumbles with her clothes. Kiss me, she says. He does that, slow, methodical, from her mouth to her neck. He sucks her nipples. His hand goes up from her thigh to her pussy and inside. She trusted her senses. She trusted him. Take me. She slides onto him. He looks straight in her eyes while he pumps her hard. When he comes, she comes. They fall on the bed. He hugs her and whispers, Sleep with me.
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