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PostSubject: If We Ever Meet Again   04.07.11 23:22

Alright, I've decided to post something that I wrote a while ago, and I'm wondering what you guys think. It's a little racy, so Kristy, if you think it's inappropriate you can edit it out or just remove it if you feel it's necessary.

I hope you guys enjoy!

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If We Ever Meet Again

The multi-coloured lights flashed all around as I sat on the bar stool, sipping my drink. Straight tequila; just the way I like it. The music was blaring but I never got a headache. I guess coming to this place for so long made me immune to the effects. The alcohol certainly helped. But the burning in your throat after taking a shot just felt so nice. It distracted me, if only for a moment.
I was glad to be here after a crappy week. Work was horrible as usual and I hadn’t met a cute girl in a while. And the last time I did that… Well, I guess that’s not the most important thing in life.

‘Tch, as if you can convince yourself that’s true.’

Yeah, I know, I’m a lesbian. Shoot me. Just because I don’t need a man to make me feel good I’ve had people turn their backs on me. My parents, some of my friends, and when word got out I was turned down for all the jobs I applied to. Made my life hell. So I quit the “goody-goody” bullshit and became independent. I moved to another city, found some work, got a place of my own, and to make things even sweeter I stumbled on this club. It’s nothing special, but it’s the only place in town that isn’t a total hell hole. Cheap drinks, good music, and I manage to pick up hot girls all the time. Sure I sleep around, but that thing called love is something I’m sure that I’ll never find. After all, I’m a horrible person.
But for some reason, tonight I just wasn’t up to it. So I sat by my lonely self, drinking, listening to music, and thinking back on things. What a mess I made of myself. Oh well. You only live once right?

‘Whoever said that should be shot.’

No kidding. That’s how people mess things up. Thinking they only have one chance to “live it up” and then they end up screwing themselves because they just said fuck it and did nothing but laze around doing whatever they wanted. Stupid people. Not that I’m doing much better. Sure, I have a steady job that pays enough, a decent place, and I can afford to spend some time out, but look at me. I’m miserable, drink more than I probably should, and I have sex with any horny girl looking for a good time. It’s not the best life, or the one I wanted. Ah well, such is life.

“Yo, Ashley! Turn that ass around!” Hah. I would recognize that voice anywhere.

“Pete! Whassup man?” I greeted my old friend. We did that classic hug where we grasped arms and did the “one arm” hug thing you see guys doing all the time. Pretty manly right?

“What are you doing here? I thought you had work,” I asked him, curious as to why he was here so early. He usually came late, later if he worked. So why was he here now?

“Well babe, I just brought a couple friends here. I got the night off because they’re teaching some new kid the ropes,” Pete answered. Lucky bastard got out of work. If only I could be so lucky. Then he stepped away from me and I saw two guys and a girl standing behind Pete. The guys were pretty burly and looked like a couple of thugs but they weren’t the things that caught my attention. It was who was standing in front of them.

‘Damn, ain’t she sexy, hm?’

Shut up.

“Ashley, I’d like to introduce you to Blake, Aaron, and Christine,” Pete gestured to his three friends. All three of them smiled, though I only watched Christine. I didn’t know what to say so I just kind of grunted. Pete clapped me on the back and said, “Sorry guys, she was never good with people.” He grinned at me and I shoved him away.

“I need a drink,” I mumbled as I turned on my heel and went back to the bar. I ordered another glass and waited. Christine came and sat down next to me just as my new drink came. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye as I took a shot, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She really was sexy. Haven’t met a girl like her before. Her light brown eyes locked onto mine for a moment before I looked away. I was never good at holding eye contact with people.

“So you come here often?” she asked. Great, she wanted to start a conversation. Not that I was against it, but…

‘You just want to get in her pants you sex addict.’

I said shut up. I’m not a sex addict. I just like it, that’s all.

“Yeah, it’s the only decent place around here,” I answered. She nodded and said that she was new around here. I asked her how she knew Pete and she told me that he was a good friend of her brother’s.

“Ah, so he’s showing you how things are around here?” I chuckled as I thought about it. Though he did the same for me, stuck by my side when no one else would. Pete was a great guy.
I shifted in my seat a little and sipped my drink some more, wondering what to say next. I didn’t have to think long though because Christine seemed eager to get to know me.

“How long have you been living here?”

“A couple of years.” Ugh. This hasn’t really happened before. I want to talk, but I don’t want to talk. Usually after a couple rounds of some hard liquor I take the girl upstairs and we just fuck all night, but now I wanted to know her more. What the hell is wrong with me?

“So uh…what made you move out here? It’s nothing special.” I was curious to know what she was doing here of all places. She didn’t seem like the partying type and this crappy club wouldn’t fit her even if she was. She rested her head in her hands and thought for a moment before answering.

“I don’t know, I just wanted a nice change. And I have Pete to help me out so it’s no problem.” She smiled then, and I could have sworn I almost melted on the spot.

‘Getting soft are we?’

Stop talking to me you asshole. Christine must have noticed the scowl on my face and she giggled lightly. I was snapped out of my reverie with a loud, “Huh?” Then she said, “Oh it’s nothing. You’re just really cute.” I felt myself blush. No one ever called me cute before…


The kiss was electrifying, as if I was shocked by a wire. She forced her tongue into my mouth and I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. We were both breathing heavily, our chests heaving, and her hot breath tickling my face. We kissed again and I pressed my body against hers. She moaned loudly and broke free of my grip, grabbing a fistful of my hair. She tugged slightly though I didn’t mind. Then I started kissing my way down her neck, nipping at the tender flesh. The hands that were in my hair went down my back and under my shirt. Her hands felt slightly cool on my heated skin and they started taking my bra off. I groaned and slipped a hand down her body until it reached her pants. It slid inside and started rubbing against her. Moans filled my ears and I smirked. I made sure the pressure wasn’t too hard; I just wanted to tease her a bit before the real thing.
Wait. What? The real thing? How did I end up here?

‘Isn’t it obvious? Two hot chicks + attraction + a few drinks = hot sex all night.’

Yeah? When did you become the expert?

‘I’m you, aren’t I?’

…Good point.


I groaned slightly as I rolled over on the soft mattress, the sheets slightly tangled. I briefly wondered what the time was when I realized what had happened last night. I looked to my right and saw Christine, that sexy girl I met last night, sleeping soundly beside me. I simply gazed at her for a few moments, taking in the sight before me. She was so peaceful just lying there. Her light coloured hair fanned out around her, one arm over her stomach and the other on her side. I sighed and got out of bed to find my clothes. The action must have woken her up because I heard her stir. Crap.

“Ashley? Where are you going?” she murmured. I stood still, thinking of what to say.

“Well it’s late and we should get going…” Why did I sound so unsure of myself? It’s not like this situation was different from the ones I’ve been in before. I think.

“I guess you’re right…” She looked at the ground as she said this. Why did she trail off there? Ugh. And why am I thinking about all of this? Another ugh.

‘Oh calm down. It’s not so bad.’

Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. I slowly started to put my clothes on when I heard, “Will I see you again?” I froze. Usually when I heard this question asked it wasn’t so serious. Then I’d make a joke and say, “What, I was that good in bed?” But this time I couldn’t do it. I stared at the shirt still in my hands, thinking it over.

“Yeah. You will.”


Shut up.

I don't care about what happens to you // But maybe I need you

I will destroy you, if it is the last thing I do // You've worked too hard to have your happiness destroyed
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PostSubject: Re: If We Ever Meet Again   04.07.11 23:45

I thought it was quite good, I lack any constructive criticism because I'm not a writer, lol.

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PostSubject: Re: If We Ever Meet Again   05.07.11 11:49

Oh yeah, it's not explicitly pornographic so it's fine, Victoria. Smile

I thought it was great. I'm curious to know if the voice in her head is just herself, her thoughts, as Ashley said at the end, or if it was something different. They just appear so independent from the non-italicized, like cynical estimates at the back of her mind.

I'm not one to believe in magic
But I sometimes have a second sight
I'm not one with a sense of proportion
When my heart still changes overnight
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