I posted on my Facebook about a fiction story I wrote & if anyone would be interested in reading it. A few people said yes, so here it is. This story is about a guy I never actually dated & when I recently found the chapters, only then did I tell my friend…
This is completely fiction, some of it did happen as I have written – like the friends & descriptions, but this guy didn’t have a blog post, so this was just my overactive imagination. I will post more if there is positive reaction to this one. I haven’t ever shared any of my fiction work before, except the erotica that I posted on here. This is mostly unedited, I haven’t changed a lot since I wrote this in 2013, except for some grammar things that I noticed. I hope you enjoy!
“That is it, I’m done” I pick my cocktail glass up in a fake ‘cheers’ before taking a long swig. My best friend Savannah gives me a look, a look that says ‘not if I have anything to do with it.’
“No way Kristie, what about Fleaz?”
“Oh My God” I say dramatically “If you suggest him one more time, I’m going to kill you” I roll my eyes. I had met Fleaz a few times through Savannah’s husband & secretly I thought he was really cute but I couldn’t get past the fact they call him ‘Fleaz’, what a horrible nickname! I didn’t even want to know why. He was tall, but then again everyone is tall to my 5 foot 3 stature. His short blonde, almost curly hair was unruly & never looked brushed but it was unbelievably sexy. Why couldn’t I tell Savannah that I had a little crush on him? It might have something to do with the terrible nickname, so instead I spurt my new found philosophy to her
“I’m so sick of everyone coming to me & saying ‘hey Kristie what about blah blah?’ Just once I would like someone to come to me & say ‘hey Kristie, blah blah likes you, what do you think?’ then I don’t have to look like the dickhead when you go back to blah blah & he say ‘Kristie, hell no, not that bitch!’” I sigh & take a swig of my margarita. I could see the cogs in Savannah’s head turning but Savannah had never lived through any of this, she met her husband in high school, I was still on the dating merry-go-round from hell & it sucked.
This year had to be one of the worst year for my dating track record, I was really giving up hope I’d ever find a boyfriend. I had dated so many men with weird stories that a lot of my friends had suggested I write a blog. I did actively want a partner, I was looking for that, but things never seemed to go well with any man that I just didn’t know what else to do.
R: We need a girl’s night out!
Rylee private messaged me Monday morning at work via the messaging system that we probably weren’t supposed to be using for personal use. However this was an emergency.
Me: I agree, when are you free?
R: How about next weekend?
Me: Perfect! Lock it in Eddie LOL.
Eddie was a game show host & that was the catch phase of the contestants, it was always something we said that made us laugh when we made plans. Since swearing off men with Savanah last Friday night when we a few cocktails, our usual Friday night ritual, this girls night out was just what I needed, dance all night to late 90’s pop music, drink my favourite drink ‘fire truck’ (vodka & raspberry) & not think about any men.
I planned to stay at Savannah’s house, that night, so we all meet there to catch a taxi together into the city, just like old times. As Rylee, Savannah & I get ready, we start drinking some wine. I really felt 20 again, getting ready with the girl friends before a big night out. The only difference tonight is that I’m 10 years older & I no longer care what I look like, I am not dressing in the hopes that some man will see me & fall head over heels for me. I realise now in my 30’s that life is not a romance movie, I can dream up as many scenarios as I want about men & still none nothing remotely close will happen & I’ll be disappointed again. I need to just enjoy being me again, the way I used too when I was in my 20’s.
It feels different to dress knowing there is no way anyone is going to see your underwear tonight, however to make myself feel good, I pull my favourite bra & lace g string out of my bag, putting them on I know this is not for a man, but I feel sexy anyway. I dress in a charcoal sequin skirt, it’s much shorter than I remember but it hugs my hips, covers my butt, enough that I can still bend over & I feel good in it. I wear a plain black singlet, with a long gold necklace with an owl that hangs almost down to my belly button, I pair it with gold hoops in my ears & very high black closed in toe shoes that I know will end up hurting my feet by the end of the night. I never wear a lot of makeup, tonight I have settled for the smoky eye look, which is always a bit hit & miss with me, but I feel like I have achieved what I wanted to. Rylee looks up from her phone & whistles as I come out of the bedroom, I laugh at her, but inside I do feel pretty good.
As we walk in the bar, the cover band has only just started playing their set, they have been playing around the city for years and they are always good & play a variety of songs so it’s a good way to kick off the night, with a few drinks & some chatting. Savannah scans the place for a table, while Rylee & I head straight to the bar. We order wines for all three of us & we try to find Savannah who is sitting at a table with a blonde guy, he has his back to us & I can’t work out if she’s trying to sneakily kick someone off their table or if it is someone she knows, they are talking to each other & laughing so I figure it must be someone she knows, I can’t work out who it is from the back. Rylee is first to get back to the table with Savannah’s wine, I still haven’t gotten a look at who it is, the table is surrounded by people standing up listening to the band, I try to push past all the people & as I get through the last little group, I clumsily trip over my own feet, stumbling, smacking my hand free against the mystery man’s back, my chin practically hits his shoulder, I almost spill my wine on him as my other hand hits his chest with my wine glass. Fuck! His head turns, inches from my face, his green eyes pierce mine, my stomach flips, I feel like the music has stopped & there is no one in the room but us, then I realise who it is, double fuck! It’s Fleaz.
“Sorry, I… tripped…” I stutter as he still holds my stare, he spins on the stool to face me, helping me stand up straight. There are only three stools, he offers me his, I accept knowing that I may need my feet later for all the dancing, as I slid up onto the stool awkwardly, his hand rests on the small of my back to steady me. I blush like an idiot & he smiles but his hand doesn’t move when I am settled. The conversation carries on, I don’t really hear what anyone is talking about, I am pretending to listen to the band, at least that is where I am looking, but all I can think about is Fleaz & his hand on my lower back, what is he doing here? Did Savannah know he was coming? Why is his hand still on my back?
I hear Savannah say she’s going to the bar, Rylee jumps up quickly offering to help, asking if we want another. This is a set up! They did this on purpose. A blatant set up. I am going to kill Savannah. Fleaz pulls Savannah’s stool a little closer to me & sits on down, our knees are touching.
“So are you having a good night?” I roll my eyes, what a line! I try to hide my boredom at such an inane question. He smirks at me, but doesn’t rephrase.
“Yeah it’s been fun so far, I love this song” I look around not sure what to say to him, but not wanting the conversation to stop “How’s your night?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“It just got better.” Gah! I blush & he smiles, those dimples! Picking up his beer, he takes a drink, never breaking eye contact with me, I pick up my wine looking away, trying not to think too much about his statement, you misread every situation Kristie Callan, Watch Out! I take a long over exaggerated sip & when I look back he is still staring at me.
“You’re so gorgeous when you’re nervous.” I almost spit my wine at him. I laugh out loud & shake my head looking at the stem of my glass. Me gorgeous?
“What makes you think I’m nervous?” I force myself to look at him & fail at proving that I am not.
“I can feel it” he winks. Fuck! I look back at the stem of my glass. I can’t keep looking at him. I blush, “Can you?” he asks leaning forward & I stop breathing. I cannot speak. “We would be good together Kristie.”
“What?” I blurt out, almost knocking over my wine in the process, lucky it’s almost empty. He looks around, as if he’s looking to see if anyone is listening.
“You’re beautiful & suffering from a drought, I hear, I’m not seeing anyone & could take care of the situation for you.” Savannah must’ve told her husband Cater.
“Take care of the situation?” I raise my eye brows, I wish I had more wine. Where are Savannah & Rylee?
“Yeah” he shrugs “It would be incredible” I laugh, gaining a little confidence.
“Because so many one night stands are” He smirks, I notice how white his teeth are, imagine them grazing my collar bone. Shit, where did that come from?
“Suppose it’s not a one night stand” Whatthefuck!
“I don’t date” I blurt out too quickly, he laughs & picks up his beer, but he doesn’t drink it.
“Neither do I Kristie” I make eye contact & brazenly ask
“So you want to be fuck buddies?” He shrugs again & downs the rest of his beer.
“If you want to put a label on it. I like to think of it as two single people having incredible sex on a regular basis, without the hassle.” I scoff.
“Without the hassle”
“Yeah, why not?” I blush yet again. Where the hell are Savannah & Rylee? Could I have some stringless fun with a guy I hardly know, when only a week ago I swore off men? Not to mention that this guy didn’t even talk to me at Savannah’s BBQ a few weeks ago. No, you can’t have stringless fun with him, you will get your heart involved & then we’ll all end up hurt.
It had only been three weeks since my last disaster & I am not sure I am ready to put myself out there again. Really though, what is the worst that’s going to happen? It’ll be another crap lay & I’ll feel shit about myself again. But this guy is beyond hot, he’s so out there with sexual promise, could he really be bad in bed? There is only one way to find out…
“What are you thinking?” his words startle me from my thoughts & I blush, his grin is from ear to ear, his green eyes sparkle in the dim light “You were thinking about how good it’ll be between us?” He winks again. Swoon! I nervously laugh.
“Do you have a contract drawn up for this sort of proposition?” he looks puzzled, I smile thinking about my favourite book Fifty Shades of Grey, oh how sexy if he went all Christian Grey on you! I don’t want to say no to him, I start to think that I might be able to do this if I just had some sort of a time frame, I think I would cope better, if we said a week, two weeks, just at least a date at which I know he will stop calling so I don’t end up sitting around, eating ice cream, wondering what happened & then I would finally pluck up the courage to ask him what happened, I would get the goodbye text: I’m so busy blah blah blah.
“Do you want a contract?” I shrug & I drink the drip of wine in my glass. I look around for Savannah & Rylee, they appear as if on cue. Fleaz just stares at me as they put drinks in front of us, I immediately pick mine up & take a gulp. He stands back up to give Savannah her stool, he moves even closer to me when he stands up. I don’t know if he is trying to touch me on purpose or if it’s accidental. I secretly hope that he’s doing it on purpose because the way it makes me feel with a simple graze of our arms is a small insight to what the sex might be like.
“What are you two talking about?” Rylee asks innocently, how can I tell her what we are talking about, I blush. Lucky Fleaz isn’t so obvious.
“We’re just talking about this band. They are pretty good huh?” I swig on my glass of wine again, take it easy Callan! Rylee starts talking animatedly about the band & other similar bands. I zone out, I love Rylee but right now, I am not listening to a word she says. I thinking about the fact that I am going to have to be drunk enough to tell Savannah that I want to go home with Fleaz & to actually go through with it but not so drunk that I pass out on him. It’s a delicate balance of the right amount of inebriation to be able to pull this off. Can I pull this off? Fleaz doesn’t take his eyes off me, I down my wine & pull a face at the dryness of the mouthful. I stand up abruptly & shout over the music
“I’m going to the bar.” I feel all their eyes on me as I scurry away. I push through the crowd & find an open spot at the bar next to two guys, I take a deep breath & fiddle with my purse to get out enough money for another wine. That’ll be fours wines, any more than that & the perfect balance may be ruined. I pull out $10 & stare at the wine list trying to gather my thoughts. It really dawns on me that I really want this to happen, I haven’t said yes to him but I know that I want to. I’ve had a few one night stands before that were meaningless, why would this be any different, just because it’s with the same guy on a regular basis – as he put it. Why does everything have to lead to a relationship, why can’t it be honest like this proposition where there is no grey area, will he call or not? This could be perfect for me.
I feel a hand on the small of my back, my pulse quickens, my breathing becomes short & rapid. Wow, his effect on me is instant! Fleaz leans his other elbow on the bar as the guy to my left gets his drink & walks away, Fleaz’s face is so close to mine but he doesn’t look at me, he’s trying to get the attention of the bar tender. He orders a beer & looks down to me raising his eyebrows for me to order my drink. His hand leaves the small of my back as he pulls out his wallet, I feel a pang of disappointment as his hand leaves my back but he quickly pays for the drinks before I can object, I lamely try to give him my $10 but he refuses. As he puts his wallet back in his pocket, he picks up his beer, offering it up for a cheers, we clink our glasses & puts his hand back on my lower back. Why does that one small gesture feel so authoritative & hot? I can’t even turn to look at Savannah or Rylee, they would be ogling & I hate to think what they are saying. I start drinking my wine & I see them out of the corner of my eye, get up & head to the dance floor, they start moving with such ease to the beat of the music, laughing & having fun. That was supposed to be you tonight! Instead I’m over here struggling to breathe in the presence of Fleaz.
Sometimes I wish I was Savannah, she met her husband, Carter, in high school & they married in their early 20’s. They adore each other & it makes me so jealous sometimes to see the love they have for one another & here I am a few years older than them still looking for Mr Right.
Rylee has been more like me, unlucky in love. She fell for a guy who slept with her & then told her they would never be a couple. When he had nowhere to live, she offered for him to move in with her, she probably thought they would be a couple in not time, but he was just stringing her along playing the role of her best friend. Finally she realised it wasn’t working & moved out, but of course he then realised what he was missing & started sleeping with her again. He constantly dangles the carrot but she can never catch it.
“So what do you say?” Fleaz drags me out of my own thoughts. I look down at the wine list again, I have nothing else to focus on & I feel like a teenager for blushing. “I have to go to the bathroom.” Like a coward, I down the rest of my wine & push through the crowd towards the safety & privacy of the bathroom stall.
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