*(Writer’s note: Loooong story. So, if you wanna skip to the action, go to line 3. First time writing erotica, so I hope it’s not shit.)*
Another night out on the town. By myself.
Fuck, I feel like a pathetic loser for not at least inviting my friends, even if they are all married. Who’s to say they wouldn’t want to take a night out on the town, hm?
Oh well. My loss, I suppose. I’ll just hop over to the bar for a drink or two, then head on out.
At least, that’s what I thought was going to happen. I walked in, took my usual spot in the couch near the entrance, and ordered the same thing I always get.
“I’ll just have a couple of Coors, please.”
Brian always seems to know what I’m getting, as he started writing down my order before I could get it out. Must come here too often, I suppose.
It’s a busier-than-usual kind of night, it seemed. I darted my eyes around the room, but try to avoid eye contact so I don’t make things awkward. Until, that is, I locked eyes with her.