The One Night Stand

 

So guys, I'm here to finally fulfil my promise.😌😂

I wrote a short story–a steamy hot story. 😉 And it is titled, "The One Night Stand." I hope you love this one, y'all.

Have a great read.

Why shouldn't I take my own life?

It's a question that has run through my mind one too many times. Even now, I think, and I wonder why I don't have the balls to do it. Sometimes, I imagine that it's because I won't make heaven. But even I know that that thought is just bull. At this point of my life, making heaven is definitely not one of my top priorities.

Other times, I think it's because of my selfishness. Now, that's more reasonable. I've always been selfish. I've always never given two fucks about anybody but myself. And I think that no matter how much I hate my life, I'm simply too selfish to end it. Over the years, there's been so many records of suicide, and of course people will be people—always focusing on the unimportant part of things. Asking questions like "couldn't they talk to someone?" "Don't they know that life could get better?" And when I hear those questions, they simply irk me. Because when someone is at the brink of their life, teetering on one edge and it's like they're living on borrowed time, they don't think about things like that. Making heaven or having false hopes that their lives could get better isn't what runs through their mind at that time, or our minds. I've been depressed for so long, even I, am tired of myself. Life just sucks, generally. And sometimes I wonder why the old man up there even bothered bringing us all here. 

I face my mirror steely and I see something no one else sees–normal, tired. Everyone else has just seen me as that girl next door. The boys think I'm hot enough to want to gobble up in one piece, so all my life, all of them have always tried to get in my pants. And the girls, they envy me, so I've never really had any friends, asides Josephine. She literally is the opposite of girls like me, but she loves me regardless. And if not for her, I'd probably be six feet down the fucking ground.

"Tess, can we leave already?" I smile softly as Jose's voice brings me out of my reverie. "I'm coming already. Just checking my beauty out once more," I reply, laughing with a little hitch because it's a regular back-and-forth between us.

"You already know you're the finest girl in the world. Now get your ass over here, let's get us some hot boys to cool us up." She's laughing as she says that, though she's actually serious with it. We're getting down to Joe's this evening, it's a new bar or something, just around the corner, and Josephine, having been there already, said there are enough hot boys for forever there.

As soon as we step into the bar, I'm met with the old smell of gin, whiskey, cigarettes and God-knows-what. I sweep my eyes gently but scrutinizingly over the room. They indeed have hot men here, I think, as I see several fine men in the room. Josephine signals to me that she's leaving for the restroom and I should just take a seat and wait, so I'm about to take my seat when someone bumps into me not-so-gently from the back. Now take note, I can really be a grade-A bitch, especially when things like this happen. Because why would you just shove someone and not even have the guts to say something? That's the question I want to ask whoever it is that just barged in and almost fell me. But as soon as I turn, everything stops. And for a moment, all I can hear is the sound of my own blood rushing to my ears she the uneven pattern of my stupid heart. If nothing else, this person looks perfect. I know that I have had my own look at men in my life, but this one is simply perfection. I try, I promise, I really try to will myself out of the embarrassing trance this human put me into when he speaks. His voice stops my obvious ogling, but only because it makes me gasp slightly. I could actually strangle myself right now.

"Hello, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't know anyone was there. Are you okay?" He says, trying to check me gently all over for injuries or anything. And even in the dim lighting, I can see his soft smile. He's probably laughing at the stupid girl who's been looking at him as if she could swallow him all in one piece. All of a sudden, my bitchiness reappears. I'm angry because of everything and nothing at the same time. "I am okay. Thank you," I say as I snatch my arms from his hand angrily. "Maybe next time, you should watch where you're going very carefully though." I turn to leave, happy that I was able to find my stupid voice to at least have said something. 

"Alright. I'm sorry again. I was so distracted. Please, let me buy you a drink," I try to look at him more carefully but he only smiles more and says, "Please? Just take me to your table. I'd buy just one drink. I feel really bad, please?" And I could say that's what did it. Well, not just the gesture but the stupid dog grin also did it. And I don't even like dogs. But I tell myself 'what harm could it be?' So I simply point to the seat right at our front, and say, "Here's my seat, Mr. I was about to take my seat before you shoved me. But it's alright, you've apologized. Everybody is okay; after one drink though, you can take your seat back." 

That was all I said, just one drink. But my God, interesting and beautiful conversations really are the best, right? Even when Jose was coming back and she met my eyes, she gave me a wise grin, and mouthed something like I must shag this one or something, and ran off to dance, leaving me with the mighty-fine looking stranger. As much as I love Jose, I wouldn't have had it any other way. So many men, or so many people never even have the time for honest conversations. And it's surprising that I met someone who has more than that at a bar. We seamlessly switch from topic to topic all night, and I swear I laugh more than I have in a very long time. There's one thing though, I don't know his name, and he doesn't know mine. For a reason, that's actually funny. Because we've talked about everything, or almost everything. I know that he has two sisters and just his mother, and that he loves them wholeheartedly, no matter how much they frustrate him. I know about Lucas, his best friend, who mistakenly ate dog shit one night when they were drunk. I know that he's really scared of cats and has a big dog named Luke. I told him so many random things about myself as well. But neither of us has asked for our names, or where we live, or our numbers. 

All at once, we both stop laughing at one silly thing he said, and simultaneously, we stare at each other, as though it's the first time we've seen all night. I completely lost sight of Jose, though she did text me to meet me later, and that I should have the fun of my life with Mr. Hunk. Only God knows where she got that. When I finally find my voice again, I say exactly what is on my mind. Life's too short to pretend otherwise. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" 

"If what you're thinking is that we go upstairs, or somewhere better and fuck both our brains out, then I'd very much like that. But if not, we could skip that and continue this great conversation we've been having." I smile as I stand and take his hand, conveying my answer to him without words. I sure didn't expect him to use such a crude language but I love it, I wouldn't even lie to myself.

When we step into the room, it's as if a sudden spirit comes over me suddenly, and it takes my whole confidence away. I don't understand it, I swear. All night, I've been so confident in myself. And even when I knew we might end up here, I never thought twice. But that first step I make into the wide room makes me shiver. I honestly don't know why. I think it's because we talked for hours and I didn't get his name, or where he works, or anything else that can make me know him after today. This room is simply not a room–it's too big to be called one. If he wasn't stinking rich, I don't know how he'd afford this. And of course, I don't even know if he's a serial killer or something. And even though my mind says otherwise, what if he actually lied to me about himself. I don't have any more time for what ifs. Because he moves over to me with apprehension on his face. "Hey, everything is okay, right? If you've changed your mind about this, there's no problem. We could go back downstairs and continue chatting. Or I could leave right now and disappear. I just want to be sure that you're comfortable. So just say the word." That simply does me in–the fact that he definitely isn't pushy about everything, and just wants me to be comfortable. Though it is also what scares me.. He said I can say the word and he disappears. But even if I don't, and the obvious happens between us, he definitely is going to disappear, I'm going to disappear from his life as well. And then this would just be a one-night-stand. It's something I've never done, or ever thought I'd do. But I've also never been more sure of anything else.

"No, I'm okay," I walk to the bed and gently place my purse down, biting my lips gently. I feel so shy about the whole thing, I can't help myself. And I do not want to overthink this. 

"You've been doing that all night, you know?" He asks with a smile. 

"What's  that?" "Biting your lips. It's so cute. Come over here." I laugh and walk slowly to him, and gently–as if I would break if he did it otherwise–he takes my hands. "Please, if at any point, you're not comfortable, just say the word, okay?" I nod, and I say the only thing on my mind, since my mind completely blanked out on me. "Can you turn off the lights, please?" He says sure, and moves to do that. And I take a moment to adore the perfection that is this man. All wide chest, and legs that really do go on for days, clean skin, and such a beautiful face, I imagine if I was an artist, I could draw him all my life, in different shades and I'd never go out of business. He did smell good enough to eat as well. 

"What's making you smile?" He says as he strides back over. "Ditto" is all I say. And he moves closer to me, not even giving me a chance to feel uneasy about the whole situation. Then he begins to talk in very low tones, I almost strain my ears.

"Do you know you have a birthmark here?" He says, slowly taking off my jean jacket, and kissing a sweet spot on my collarbone. "I noticed it when your jacket moved off your shoulders," I try to hold back the shudder, but I'm sure we both felt it. "And here," he says, sucking a spot on my neck that makes me moan slightly. "And here," he says again, running his tongue down my midriff and I arch my back in response to the feel of his wet tongue on my skin. "You're so beautiful, you know?" That's a question. I think he asked a question. But I can't answer right now. I can't seem to find the answer amidst the onslaught of feelings inside me. It's like everything that was asleep has awoken. I can't even hear him anymore. And I feel myself on something soft. Am I on the bed? When did I move to the bed? Even though I'm not, it's like I'm completely high on something. I feel several things all at once, in every part of my body. It's never happened to me. When I get conscious enough to open my eyes, I see that he's still talking, and he's getting down to taking off my jeans, kissing me slightly on every part of my body. "Oh! Beautiful. There's another one here," he says lightly, looking up to smile at me as he finds what I think is another birthmark on my thigh. Then he does something I never expected, he bites me gently there, and licks the spot. I groan, sure I'm panting, and whisper under my breath to be quick. When he takes off the last of my clothing, I'm breathless, and panting heavily. And I look up at him and notice he's still in his complete clothing, though I notice the hard outline of his penis through his pants. 

"Let me… your clothes… I want…" I don't know why my voice isn't coherent. I think he gets the memo because he only smiles and says, "No, beautiful. Now is for you. To pleasure you till you can't think straight anymore." I want to tell him that I can't think straight, or even remember my own name but I don't say a word.  

Then slowly, taking all the time he has, he places his lips on mine and kisses me with all the gentleness I've ever been kissed with. It's like exploring something, like unwrapping a new sweet, like watching butter melt on heat, the way he changes sides and style and I'm simply left to shiver and enjoy the kiss. I can feel his hands, one moving softly to my breasts, the other, trailing a line from my knees upwards. It's simply too much for me, everything that's happening to me. I take the kiss in my own hands and kiss him with all the fervor, and urgency, and everything that's in me. I kiss him like it'd be my last. Then we both break apart and gasp for air, and he says, "I'll come back to kissing you, for now, let me simply pleasure you." He says that as if I had any other choice, as though if I could even find words, I'd ever tell him to stop. 

At that moment, he steps back a bit, looks at me with hunger in his eyes, I wonder if he sees me and says, as if painstakingly, "You're so beautiful. God!" And it's like the beast I sensed in him has woken up, because he's not so gentle anymore. I take note of the big bulge in his pants and wonder why he hasn't taken off his clothes. And then I feel his hands everywhere, and I wonder if he has ten hands or something. It should be illegal for someone who has just two to be able to pleasure the human body so intensely. He drops kisses here and there on my body, then drags his hands down the same part. When he finally makes his way to my breasts, he smiles and says, "beautiful babies," and I want to laugh out loud, but I don't get the chance to do that because almost immediately, he takes one wholly in and I scream out loud this time. He didn't give me the chance to moan. Moaning is too little for what I feel, so I scream as he takes my breast in, his other hand massaging the other, toying with my nipples. I wonder briefly if I'm in heaven. And I tell myself that if this is heaven, it won't be so bad to go there. Very quickly, he moves his attention to the other and lavishes the same tenderness and vigor, and sweetness. Then, he gently begins to move down, kissing a path behind him, and trailing his hand from my toes upwards. I'm heavily panting and saying gibberish, probably speaking in tongues, because I don't understand a thing I'm saying. Then his hands and mouth meet at an inner part of my thigh, and he smiles and suddenly flicks his tongue on my clitoris, and I groan deeply, bucking on the bed. He holds me gently, and reaches one hand to my breast, massaging and probably assaulting my breasts, while flicking the nub in my clit with the other. Then he takes both hands away, and I wince gently at the sudden feeling of emptiness when he places both hands under my ass cheeks, lifts them up, and dives straight in, tongue and everything. It's a flurry of emotion in me. It's too much, it's everything. It's more than everything. I can feel his tongue, and his mouth on my pussy, and I vaguely hear my own cries, but that's all. Everything else is a buzz in my ears. He skillfully uses his mouth to pressure me, and I'm moaning deeply, feeling too much of everything at once when suddenly, he takes out his hands and presses it to my clit. That does me in. He brings me to a beautiful orgasm as my whole body shakes and shudders with a feeling new to me, and I crest beautifully. I'm still shaking and shivering from everything when he drops a kiss on my brow, moves back and in the blink of an eye, takes off all his clothes, keeping his eyes hungrily on me. Then he moves down to the bed and smiles briefly at me before bringing his lips back to mine. He begins to kiss me with all the hunger he's had all night, and I kiss him equally with everything in me, wanting him to feel everything I'm feeling as well. One of his hands makes it back to my pussy, which is still recovering from the orgasm I was just given but he doesn't mind that. Then he moves apart, one hand still on my pussy, and he raises a brow, as if to ask if everything is okay. I want to smile and cry at the same time, and I want to assure him that everything is more than okay. But because I don't trust my voice at the moment, I smile and nod fervently. Then he brings his lips back to mine, moving himself slowly between me.  When he's finally in me, we both groan, deeply. He begins to move, slowly, at first, and then with an urgency I didn't see before, he begins to move faster in me, deep thrusts that shake me to the core. I move alongside him, and we find our pace. It's a beautiful thing, really–making love. Not the fucking I'd thought we would do. This is not fucking. This is everything. I feel his tenderness, even though I know he can be harder, I feel his movements. I feel everything, and it's all faster, all spinning, then he moves a hand to my clitoris, and that does it. I moan loudly, vibrating as I come. Almost immediately, I hear his–deep, and long, and guttural, as he joins me. After he pulls out of me, he gently cleans me, and lays down to join me, kissing both my eyebrows, and holding me tenderly. I hold him just as tightly. There are so many unspoken words between us, so many things I want to say. But for the first time in my life, I'm left speechless. And we both stay that way, holding ourselves like it's the last, because we both know it is–the first and last time. 

When sleep finally comes, I blink my eyes rapidly as if to stop it. Because I know when I wake up, he'd be gone. So I simply close my eyes, and say, "I'm Tessa," breaking our unspoken rule of not mentioning names, yet saying 'thank you' in a way actually saying it could never have mattered. 

Hmmm.😂😂 That's it! I think there should be a sequel. Do you agree? If you do, do let me know in the comments section. You can also share this. I'd appreciate it. 🙏❤️

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