After several taps of her foot, I finally gave in. “He’s taking me dancing.”
Her eyebrow shot up, knowing I loved dancing. She hung on each word, waiting for me to proceed.
“I can’t wait to dance. I haven’t since…” Stace butted in, “Since your wedding, I know, babes.”
“He’s going to be the best date for simply that.”
“I hope you swoon hard!”
“Satisfied with my love life?”
“Very.” She sighed as if my romantic life was her utmost priority.
Coen, still very much stuck to my mind, which led me to writing over five thousand words for the next two hours, and I couldn’t be more satisfied.
I wonder how he grew up. My mind reeled to how he grew into his large six-foot-three frame. He towered over me, always bending at the hip to take pictures. Would he have washboard abs and nearly perfect teeth? Would he still have that tongue ring that I always imagined feeling brush against me? The gray eyes that spoke volumes and the shaggy brown hair that only he could make look good?
I fantasized him loving all of my luscious curves, being able to carry me to the bed in wait of making love to me or how he’d hold me as the most precious thing on this green earth. Coen Fucking Kidd, the boy whose wolfish grin wet my panties since I was too young to understand what that meant.
If only Carl wouldn’t have fucked with my mind, maybe I’d be someone else and not still head over heels in lust over my ex-best friend. Well, shitake mushrooms.
I’d regain some confidence, I wouldn’t let Carl hold that over me anymore. I deserved better. Trailing to my master bathroom, I showered. Shaving all my bits, and cleaning enthusiastically. After finishing, I put on my favorite lotion which smelled like cotton candy and strawberries.
My bed was still made, all perfectly placed and tucked in. My dress laid on the bed, I’d picked it earlier so I wouldn’t be rushing for my date. Perfect.
The adorable outfit for tonight’s occasion was a retro eighties black and white polka dot, spaghetti strapped, mid-thigh dress. My peep toe heels had a cute black bow, and my ruby red nail polish was also too die for.
Did I mention my badass tattoos were visible in this outfit? Well, they were, and I looked spicy! I had a doe on my forearm because of Coen. He used to call me innocent with my doe eyes. It was in memory of his sincerity. I had several others that didn’t have much meaning behind them, but they were pretty, nonetheless. For the first time since Carl hurt me, I felt confident. I put some lipstick on, matching my nail polish perfectly, and it made my eyes pop even more. Perfect!
Strutting my stuff into the living room, I spotted Stace frantically texting someone as if her phone might explode if she didn’t type quick enough.
“I’m showing you my banging outfit for the night, but you’re having heart stutters over there from something completely different.” In other words, I was asking if she was okay.
“Uh…” She fake-coughed, the most pathetic one I’d ever heard. “Conor wants to get a drink.” Oh reallllly? She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as if keeping them closed long enough would make the offer disappear. Not likely.
“Go, babe. We both know you have been dying for his knob since high school.” The knob part had me red, and I held my stomach from laughing so hard.
“I’ve had it. Thank you very much.” She put her hand on her hip.
“Believe me, I know. You’ve been cock-whipped since then.”
“Do you think he only wants to play around? I’m too old for that shit. Just tell me what you fucking want,” she groaned.
“All you can do is try. That’s what I’m doing after all.”
Stacy and her over-exaggerated eye rolls would be her undoing as in I’d punch her lights out from giving them to me.
“I’ll be back later.”
“Not too late, missy. Wear a condom!”
“Yes, Mother.”
The music boomed. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine being at the skating rink like I used to as a kid. The strobe lights and lasers were a bit overkill, and the bartenders barely had clothing on. What kind of club was this? I walked to the bar, needing a pick-me-up.
“What can I getcha?”
“Vodka and Tonic,” I screamed, trying to compensate for the ruckus.
“Coming right up!”
The barely dressed bartender sashayed her ass to the music while mixing my drink. The only cool thing about these kinds of clubs was that the tonic water glowed like a glow stick.
“Here you go, doll!”
I brought my cash out to tip her. She pointed to her tit. “Right here, precious.”
Her wink made my stomach flip. Should I test my taco theory or stick with breadsticks?
A hand brushed the hair off my shoulder, and the chills made my nipples hard, so hard in fact, I could scratch glass with them.
“Hello, there.” His voice was so quiet I thought I might’ve imagined it.
As awkward as it was, I waved in return.
His lips moved, but I couldn’t hear a word he said. Should I check him out? Was this Todd or some random Joe at the bar?
He tugged my hand with a charming smile. With my drink in hand, I followed him to a booth in the back.
Surprisingly, the booths weren’t as loud. Before I had the chance to say hello, his tongue was down my throat. Do I go with it? Still unsure if this was Todd or a random person, I pushed his chest away.
“Woah there, cowboy. What’s your name?”
“Todd Schwabits.” He attempted to pull me in for another unwelcome smooch.
With my palm the only thing between his lips and mine, I internally cringed. Why am I getting all the frogs? Where the hell was my Prince Charming, knight in shining armor, or at the very least a non-handsy fellow?
“What’s wrong, toots? Don’t like the Todd attack?”
Attack? What a choice in word.
“I’m not interested in bumping uglies before you even say your name.”
“Chill, bitch. I was trying to make an impression.”
“Well, you made one, and it wasn’t the right one. That’s for fucking sure. Bye, buddy.”
This was the worst date in all the history. I turned to leave, but a painful and strong hand wrapped around my forearm. It’d probably leave a bruise in the morning.
“Let go,” I begged, my fear palpable. We were still in a dark corner, no one would be able to stop him if he decided to take this further.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me, cunt.” He pulled me closer to him, dragging a finger down my cheek. The movement made me feel ill. This man wasn’t right in the head.
His head inclined to take my mouth again before it was forced back.
“The woman said goodbye, fuck face,” my savior snarled. I watched as he slammed his fist in my attacker’s face.
My attacker bristled at the threat in his voice. “S-sorry, man. Thought she w-wanted it,” Todd stammered.
“Did she say I want you to grab me?” he asked, “Did she say stick your disgusting tongue down my throat repeatedly?”
Thank the lord that he was here. Even though I wasn’t usually a damsel, I appreciated his help.
“Uh, n-no.”
“Exactly, dipshit. Get the fuck out of here before I punch your teeth in.”