101 EROTICA STORIES (51 page)

The small, dark pub was stifling with cigarette smoke floating in the air. It was a bit dank too, thanks to the couple or more beer bottles which fell to the ground. One of the waiters cleaned up the mess, grumbling how people can act like they were roaring drunk at five in the afternoon.

But this was a favorite spot in town because they served good alcohol and even better food.

Damon came here not because of those two, but because he wanted to see Victoria Leigh.

He used to frequent this place when he was younger. If he had a break from college during summer vacation or any holidays, he’d come home and carouse all over town. But when he got a peek at the curly-haired and curvaceous redhead working inside the kitchen of the old pub, he became a regular customer.

His mother, coming from the moneyed old family in the South, would have had an apoplexy if she knew that her only beloved son frequents this pretty seedy place in the impoverished area of town. After all, he was the son of a former senator and the whole family expected him to follow his father’s footsteps.

But that did not stop him from wanting to see Victoria.

Victoria.

Just letting the consonants of her name roll around his tongue is enough to make him hard. He shifted uncomfortably on the stool he’s sitting on. It was a good thing he was facing the bar or everyone would have seen the thick, long ridge of his cock imprinted on his pants.

He nearly got his face rearranged when he asked the bartender about the hot, young thing working the kitchen, ten years ago.

“Say that again?” the big-boned carrot top who just poured another shot of whiskey on his glass snapped at him, eyeing him.

But he was too drunk and horny to notice. “That redhead who went out to get the order and-“

The man suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him towards him, across the bar. “That’s my sister, you ass.”

He was half drunk, maybe more, but he still had the sense to bash the guy with the whiskey bottle. All hell broke loose, then. Everything was a blur during the fight. Everyone else in the bar, people he didn’t know, also threw in punches.

The good thing was he met Victoria that very night too. And he learned that she wasn’t as easy as he hoped she was. Actually, she was very nearly a shrew.

“Rich, pampered boy got lost?” the sultry voice edged with sharpness reached his loudly ringing ears. His gaze travelled up from a pair of amazing legs, ragged denim shorts, a filthy towel tucked in the front pocket, a tight white shirt showcasing a nice pair of breasts, and an angry face seething at him.

He smiled then winced, feeling his cheek swelling by the minute. “Hey,”

“Hey yourself, you jerk,” she retorted, slapping a thick slab of frozen beef on his face. “You’re paying for all these, Ronsard.”

“You know me?” he asked, real surprise registering on his face.

“Who doesn’t?” then she turned back. She started walking to the kitchen, picking up unbroken pieces of plates, glass, and bottles and righting furniture pieces.

Although it pained him, he stood up and followed her. “Hey, wait.”

She didn’t turn around, continuing to pull chairs and tables up. “What?”

“I’m sorry. I just -”

She finished it for him. “I heard what you wanted. That’s what other jerks like you want, after all.” And then she turned back, her clear green eyes blazing angry fire at him. “Just so it’s clear, I’m not available. Maybe other girls pant after you all the time. But I ain’t spreading my legs just because.”

And he respected her for that. He was quite shocked when he learned from one of the bar’s patrons that the woman he was lusting after was a seventeen-year old girl. It was not wonder that her brother wanted to hit him hard.

Damon went back to the bar the next afternoon. He was sporting a shiner and a cut lip but he had with him a check in hand. Apparently, the Leigh family owned the bar and lived on the second floor. It looked even worse, more decrepit in the morning. Victoria was cleaning up.

“Here,” he started, handing her the check.

He can’t stop himself thinking that she was even more striking in the morning. Her hair was roughly pulled in a ponytail. She was wearing ragged looking but clean clothes. A broom was in her hands. Yet she made him hard.

“What’s this?” Despite her appearance, haughtiness crept in her voice.

“I’m sorry about last night.” he said. “That’s for bashing the whole place up.”

She folded the check and tucked it in the back pocket of her tight jeans. “I’m not thanking you for this.”

Damon almost grinned. She really was something. “That’s fine with me. I’m not apologizing about wanting you either.” he stated, “I’ll just wait for a few more years to come back at you. Right now, I might be jailed for what I’m thinking.”

It was probably because of the ludicrousness of it all, but her mouth curved upwards at that. They stared at each other for a while and Damon knew that this was a girl he’d really wait for.

***

Then they became friends – really close friends. She was very desirable, true. But he liked her straightforwardness, honesty and dry humor. He liked her, period. And that was not a so common with him.

Then they became lovers. After a couple of years sharing a platonic relationship, Damon honestly thought that Victoria didn’t regard him in any romantic sense. She seemed too serious, too focused on her dreams, to even consider having a boyfriend and making out at the back of trucks like other 19-year old girls did.

But he had to live his life, right? A 24-year old guy like him, with a healthy sexual appetite, needs to have a woman in his bed as often as possible.

It was one of those days when he went to the pub during his vacation and he was smooching with someone else at the corner table of the bar.

“Can’t do that here if you ain’t gonna order, Ronsard.” she cut in as his hand crept up the undersides of the other girl’s breast.

He looked up and saw green eyes flashing with irritation and – could it be? He saw jealousy there, as well? Impossible! “Two Buds here.” he said, wondering if she was pissed off because he was here with another girl.

And then she turned, her annoyance making her whole body stiffen. It was odd but that sobered him up almost immediately. Besides that, his cock stirred to life, the energy between them sparked. Second base with the girl beside him – Jeannie, Janine, Jane – what’s her name, did not even do that to him.

He stood and walked after Victoria.

He followed her to the small store room at the back where they kept beer bottles and other kitchen provisions. She was sitting on one of the cases of empty bottles, crouched, covering her face with her palms.

“Vic-”

“Stay away, Ronsard.” then she stood up, still not facing him, breathing deeply, her hands on her waist.

“What’s wrong?”

“Go back to your table. Addie will bring your drinks in a while.”

Then she tried to leave the room but it was too small to maneuver well and Damon’s wide shoulders spanned the door already. His hands settled on her shoulders, “You’re jealous-”

He said that as a statement. He didn’t ask. He can see it all over her face.

“That’s fucking absurd,” she denied, but refused to look at him. “Let me pass, I’ve work to do-”

“No, it’s not and that can wait.” And he pushed her against the wall beside the door, facing him.

Her eyes widened when had her trapped with his body. His left hand held her shoulder in place while the other went to her back.  A rush or excitement ran through him when she planted her hands on his chest. He knew that if he allowed a second of hesitation, she will push him away. His desire for her is just too much that he immediately planted his mouth on hers.

It was a kiss that he’s been wanting for a long time now. And he said so, “I hung around for this, Vic. God knows-”

It would seem that Victoria also wanted it as well. Her hands curled around his nape immediately, kissing him back with as much fervor as he did. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she allowed it, letting her own coil around his.

He knew it was wrong to take her here, when anyone can just walk in on them. But God knows he didn’t have the will to; he didn’t want to, even if he should.

She was wearing a pair of loose, drawstring pants so he just loosened it with his other hand and let it fall to the ground. His other hand just lifted her shirt until it was bunched atop her heaving breasts. He then pulled her strapless bra down to expose the beautiful pair. His mouth moved from her mouth to one puckered nipple.

Victoria’s breath hitched at that followed by a low moan. Her hands clutched at his dark, overly long hair, then moved down to pull his shirt over his head.

“God, you’re sweet,” he muttered, capturing her mouth for another deep, ravishing kiss. While one of his hands smoothed over her breast, his other was pulling the waistband of her panties down.

Victoria’s hand stilled his when he was about to touch her already throbbing clit. “Da- Damon, Damon!” His name came out of her mouth in a moan as his thumb rubbed the already wet center. With his middle and forefinger, he spread her slick, swollen lips and inserted a finger slowly, gently.