“Abby, back off. What the fuck are you doing showing up unannounced?” Landon said, shaking with anger.
“I came to see you but instead found you screwing another girl.” Abby said with her words choking.
The other woman lying in Landon’s bed tucked behind a sheet is unsure of what to do.
“Listen, I’m going to go.” the unknown girl said sheepishly.
“No, need she’s leaving we can continue what you came here for.” Landon turned and said to the woman in his bed.
“Landon, I'm not going anywhere. Three years together. Seriously. Why? Why are you doing this?” Abby said with her voice shaking in anger and pain.
“Abby you were a nobody and still are. You act like some high school twit still and have no interest in anything I do. I want sex, cool parties, I want more than you could ever offer.” Landon said resentfully.
He then grabbed Abby by the wrist, dragging her through the apartment, throwing her out, and slamming it swiftly behind him.
Stumbling out of the doorway she sat down outside his door. Her head falling in her lap sobbing uncontrollably at what had just happened. She needed a few minutes to gather herself and choke back the remainder of the tears that were threatening to flood her eyes. She walked down the hall-way to the stairs. She would be too ashamed to run into someone in the elevator with her tear soaked face. When she reached her car emotions flooded her again. She bit her lip hard while tipping her head back trying to will some courage to not waste anymore tears on him.
Arriving at home she was greeted by her roommate Melody. Seeing Abby was upset walking in, Melody looked her over and walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and passed it to Abby.
"What's wrong babe?" Melody asked in an empathetic voice.
With the tears welling in Abby’s eyes again she cried
“What’s wrong with me? Why did he cheat on me?” She said hands on her face.
“Hey, hey, it’s not you. He never deserved you. I wish you didn’t have to go through this, but some guys are bad. But his poor choices have nothing to do with you.” Mel said reassuringly, rubbing Abby’s back.
“Let’s have a drink and forget him.” Mel said with a smile.
Abby just glanced up with eyes full of tears and a forced smile. She was so grateful to have met Melody four years ago since coming to college. Mel was in need of a roommate and Abby and her clicked immediately at orientation. They stay silent for a while opening the bottle and taking gulps of wine to drown Abby’s sorrows. Pretty soon they both have a buzz.
“You know what I want to forget him, I want to be reckless, have a one night stand. I don't care anymore. Let's go to the club! ” Abby exclaimed confidently.
“That’s the spirit, girl!!!” Mel cheered in response.
They jumped up from their spots on the couch to quickly get ready for a rebound mission in the club. Forty minutes go by and Abby’s got her tiniest, tightest, and skimpiest black dress on. She’s concealed her bags under her eyes from all the crying she’s done and she is ready to find the man to make her forget all about Landon.
The girls step out of the house on a mission of drinks and hot guys. They decided to walk to the club because it’s only three blocks away and neither one thought it was practical to get an Uber.
They make it to the club and immediately because they are women the bouncer lets them in after a quick check of the IDs.
“I’m going to get us a tequila!” Mel shouted to Abby because the music was so loud.
Abby just nodded, taking her gaze around the club to try and spot anyone suitable for the job at hand for her. No one catches her eye except for this tall silhouette she sees standing at the far side of the bar. Not catching his face before Mel comes to her with six tequila shots.
Immediately laughing Abby says
“So much for a tequila.”
“Girl the bartender gave me a discount for my phone number, I had to take this opportunity and run!” Mel said with a laugh passing three shots off to Abby.
Quickly both girls throw the shots back and make their way to the dance floor. Abby, curious about that handsome silhouette, tries finding the man it belongs to. With no luck she turns to Mel and starts dancing. Shaking her hips and grinding in the air. Then to her surprise someone grabs her on the hips leading her ass to grind hard against him. She tries to turn to take a peek at the stranger she’s dancing on when Mel grabs her hand dragging her over to the bar for more drinks. They ordered another drink.
"See anyone who catches you eyes?" Mel asked playfully while nudging Abby.
"Not quite." Abby giggles out.
They went back to the dance floor continuing to dance. Two men came up to them and the girls welcomed their presence by grinding into them.
"What are your names, beautiful?" the one asked.
"I'm Abby, this is Mel. What about you two?" she said cheerfully.
"Names Drew." the man dancing with Mel says seductively as he's basically eye fucking her.
"I'm Tyler." the guy dancing with her says.
"Tyler. Hmm, I like it." she says flirtatiously as they continue dancing and making out. Not Long later both girls needed to pee. They laughed their way to the bathroom, Abby accidentally bumped into someone. Normally she'd bother herself with apologizing face-to-face, but her bladder wouldn't allow her another minute before it's needed release.
"Sorry!" she hollers with empathy lacing the word.
They enter the restroom and both hurry into their own stalls.
"Girl, they're so hot! Right?" Mel exclaims in excitement.
"Tyler is cute, I guess." she sighs out.
"I don't think he's the one though." She said with disappointment.
"You want to lose your v-card. Don't get too caught up in every detail." Mel says seriously.
"It's a big deal to me. I want it to be a one-night thing, but I want it to be perfect. Something magical." She replied shortly.
"Well, let's find someone else then, babe." Mel said with optimism.
We finished up in the restroom and returned to the bar to get more drinks. They ordered a few more shots and tossed them back then ordered a mix of rum and sprite.
They return to the dance floor and pretty soon she feels some strong hands on her hips as she dances. She's feeling dizzy as she dances. She starts panicking feeling like she's going out of it. She extends her arm to Mel.
“We need to leave, I think I drank too much, I’m going to black out.” She says and that’s all she remembered.
The next morning.
She woke up at home in bed, appeared to be showered and changed into pajamas.
“Ugh, Mel.” She groaned her mouth dry as sandpaper, ears ringing, head pounding and eyes in a blur.
“Abby, it's too early to talk. I’m so hungover.” Melody said groggily, clearly trying to refrain from gagging.
“How did we get home?” Abby asked, confused.
“Some guy at the bar said he knew you and heard you say you needed to leave because you were about to blackout. So he got us out of there and brought us home.” She said all while groaning.
Confused, Abby managed to sit up in her miserable state to search for her phone.
When she finds it in her purse on her bedside table, she unlocks it relieved she didn’t text Landon last night in her drunken stupor. She does notice a reminder on her phone that wasn’t there last night. “Call me ###-###-####” the reminder said. Bewildered, she began checking her contacts for the mysterious number she decided to send a text to the number saying “Hey, I had a reminder I don’t remember setting up to call this number.”
After composing the message she hit send. Just a minute later her phone buzzed. Checking the message from the unknown contact she read “Yes, I’m the man who brought you home, cleaned you, and made sure you didn’t choke on your vomit.” Confused Abby replied “Did we hookup or do something? Why did you undress me? My friend said you told her you knew me. But I don’t have your contact saved?” She sent the message. A few moments her phone buzzed, he texted back “I saw a woman who could’ve been potentially taken advantage of, I lied to your friend, she'd be more comfortable accepting help if she thought we were acquainted. I drove you both home. Your friend walked in. I went to grab you to carry you inside and you threw up in my car. I cleaned you up because you had vomit in your hair and on your dress. I wasn’t going to leave you like that. So yes, I undressed you. No, we didn’t hook up, I like my women coherent and aware. I bathed you, I got you dressed, stayed until you weren’t sick. Before leaving I set a reminder just so I’d have the opportunity to tell you not to be so stupid and careless when you go out. Not every man would help you like I did.” Reading that message Abby shuddered with embarrassment and hangover aches.
She just replied “Well, thank you unknown man.” And turned her phone off and rolled over to fall asleep.
Thankfully for both girls it was Sunday and they didn’t have classes until Monday morning. They had all of the day to recover. Abby woke up to knocking at the door at three in the afternoon, shocked to sleep so late she ran up to get it. She opened the door to see two containers which appeared to be from a restaurant, with a note that read “the best hangover cure I’ve ever had.” Abby grabs the food and heads to Mel’s room.
“Hey, someone had food delivered for us.” Abby said thankfully but shocked at who would do this. The only person who knew they drank last night was the mystery man who brought them home. Mel sits up and opens the containers.
“Oh, I’ve never been happier to eat toast and eggs in my life.” She said with relief.
Abby went to her room and grabbed her phone and texted the random number.
“Hey, thanks for the food. You definitely didn’t have to!” She got no response and just went back to Mel’s room to dig in. And boy was the note with the food right. Both girls felt almost immediately better since eating that greasy eggs and buttered toast.
"Hey, are you interested in going to a wine tasting at six o'clock?" Mel asked.
"I am feeling much better from this food. So, why not?" Abby said cheerily.
"You should invite your friend who brought us home as a thank you. Is he single? He could totally work as your rebound guy." Mel said playfully while nudging Abby in the arm.
"Yeah, I should invite him." Abby said in agreement, curiosity filled her mind on who this man was.
Pulling out her phone she stared blankly at the screen unsure as what to say. Building up her courage she began to compose her message.
"Hey, I want to thank you for taking care of me last night. We are going to a wine tasting at six. Join us so I can repay you?" she typed and hit send. Staring at the screen anticipating a reply she cups her hands over her face with embarrassment. "Why the hell would this guy even be interested in me attempting to thank him for last night after I puked in his car and he had to take care of me in such a disgusting state." she thought to herself.
Quickly she looks at the screen and types "Never mind, that sounds like a bad idea. Anyways thank you for everything last night!" she quickly hit send and a minute later her phone dings back. "Is it a bad idea?" the message reads. What does this guy mean, questioning if it's a bad idea, she thought. She started typing her response. "Maybe. You have already been more than generous. I don't have much to offer as a thank you." she hit send. starting at the little bubble on the screen signifying his typing she nervously starts twirling a strand of hair in her fingers. His message comes through "Let me see how you normally behave while out and that will be thank you good enough for me." His message read. "Okay, are you familiar with the new wine bar on eleventh street? The event starts at six. Meet us there." she replied.
Abby quickly set her phone down and started searching her closet for an outfit to wear.
"I invited him." she yelled to Mel from her bedroom.
"Yeah? Is he coming then?" Mel shouted back.
"He is, he'll meet us there at six!" Abby said.
With that both girls started getting ready for their night.
Last Night His POV
Annoyance laced through me as a woman just ran into me, in my own club. She didn't even bother turning around to apologize. She just yelled back a sorry to me. I go to the bar to get a whiskey.
"Hey, boss. How's your night?" Travis the bartender asked.
"It'd be better if these drunk girls could find their manners." I said with disgust. When I glanced back at the woman who ran into me, I couldn't help but notice her sexy frame in her tiny black dress that left little to the imagination. Sexy or not, she needs to learn some manners. I keep an eye towards the bathroom to catch them when they come out. I could bed her for a night and teach her some manners. As I fuck her pretty mouth and pussy with my hard cock. Thinking about dominating any woman makes my cock twitch to life. Eager for release. I watch them coming out and heading to the bar. My eyes never leave her face and body. Her long dark brown hair almost reaching her ass, her tiny waist, perky breasts begging to be torn out of that dress, her round ass teasing me. I imagine the feeling it would bring as I cup her ass hard while plowing my big cock into her. Claiming all of her, those pouty red lips, her pussy, and that tight round ass. My cock is swelled almost completely as I continue the plan in my head just how I will ravish her. They make their way back to the dance floor after getting drinks, I throw back my whiskey and make my way back over to them. I come up behind her, grabbing her hips allowing her to grind hard against my bulge. Each grind of her hips makes her ass rub harder against me. She starts wobbling, I tighten my hold on her hips as I hear her panicked voice trying to get her friend's attention. I make out a few of her words, she's drank too much and is about to black out. I release my hold of her hips and grab the other woman's wrist and say "Your friend needs to leave." I said to her.
"And who are you?" she said with an attitude as she looked over Abby.
"Her friend." I say in annoyance.
"Listen, she's not well. Let's get you two home." I say again. She grabbed their purses and we headed out of the club. We got into my car, I put the girl in the passenger seat, her friend climbed into the backseat.
"We live just a few blocks down." She says. I start driving following her instructions. I notice some murmurs escaping the lips of the now passed out woman next to me. We pull up outside of their house. I get out to get the door for her friend in the back before walking around to carry the passed out beauty inside. As I open the door I see that she's thrown up. Just my fucking luck. Letting out a groan of displeasure, I grab her noting the vomit on her dress, in her hair, and all over my seat. Fuck. I carry her inside to which I find her friend already in bed, dress still on falling asleep. I find the bathroom and turn on the bath. I slip her out of her dress, bra, and panties. I take in every inch of her skin lustfully. God she's perfect. If she wasn't in this state I would taste every inch of her. I quickly washed her, she came in and out of alertness as I bathed her. When I finished I grabbed the towel that was hanging there and wrapped her up. I carry her bridal style to what I assume is her room and find clothes to dress her in. I find her purse in the kitchen, I get her phone out. Face ID, thank God, I unlocked it and set a reminder with my number. Someone needs to tell this woman not to be so careless. Had any other man heard her, I don't think she'd have made it home so easily tonight. If she wasn't so sloppily drunk, she and I would've enjoyed each-others company tonight. It's definitely for the best that it ends here. I'd ruin a sweet thing like this.
After two hours of picking outfits, doing their hair, and putting on makeup, the girls were ready to head off to the wine tasting. Abby decided on black skinny jeans with a white short sleeve bodysuit, while Mel chose a gorgeous, plum colored, mini, body-con dress that complimented her ebony complexion.
"Hello, sexy!" Abby said in a playfully flirty tone.
"You want the full turn, babe?" Mel asked in a fake seductive voice, as she spun in a circle showing it off to her best friend the girls laughed as they headed out of the house.
"Should we walk it or call a car?" Abby asked her friend as they walked out of the house.
"Let's just walk it, it's a nice evening." Mel chimed back.
After ten minutes the girls arrived at the wine bar. Abby, not remembering the man from last night, looked around confused to see if anyone was looking their way like they were expected to meet.
"Hey, do you see him anywhere?" Abby asked Mel.
"Looking for me?" a deep sexy voice echoed behind Abby.
Startled, she turned quickly to meet his gaze. This was the guy she caught a glimpse of standing at the end of the bar when they got to the club last night. He had jet black hair, icy blue eyes, five o'clock shadow, and a body of a god. He was tall. He towered next to her, every muscle visible through his clothes. She wanted a better look of the man but couldn't find him last night but he found her.
"So, are you single?" Mel playfully said while trying to discreetly nudge Abby.
A low chuckle sounded from the man.
"Yes, is someone interested?" he said seductively while looking at Abby.
"Funny you should ask, Abby is." Mel quickly voiced.
"Mel!" Abby exclaimed in a whisper.
Her best friend and the man chuckled together.
"I didn't catch your name last night when you brought us home." Mel said curiously. Abby raised her gaze to the man because she too was wondering the question on his name. She should know the name of the man who saved her from what could've been a bad situation last night.
"Where are my manners? I'm Killian." he said lowly.
"Well, Killian, I'll go get our table. You and Abby just hangout and I'll be back any moment." Mel said and walked away.
"Thank you, for last night. You really didn't need to intervene and help us get home." Abby said with embarrassment and blush creeping into her face.
"I know I didn't have to, but I have morals." he replied lowly.
"What enticed you to drink like that?" he asked curiously while furrowing his brows to figure her out.
"I walked in on my boyfriend of three years in bed with another woman. Then he threw me out." she said sadly.
"Why would anyone cheat on you?" he asked, puzzled.
"That's the million-dollar question. Honestly, it's no wonder. Don't laugh but up until now I've been saving myself for marriage. He cheated because he had needs but I'm over waiting now. Men only want to commit themselves if they can sample the goods, I guess." she said with disappointment on her face.
"I think he sounds like a fool. What made you decide to wait until marriage? Most people don't care about things like that anymore." he said inquisitively.
"My parents, they're both passed now. They waited for each other, I just thought it'd be a special thing for me to do as well." she replied softly.
Not knowing what to say to her, Killian stayed silent waiting for Abby's friend to return. A short moment later Mel was back.
"I tried getting us a better table but this time flirting didn't win us anything." Mel said shamelessly.
"That's okay, lead the way." Abby said sweetly, nudging her way to Mel.
Killian followed behind the girls not saying anything as they made their way to the table. He observed the two women together and noted their careless behaviors and mannerisms. When he saw Abby in the bar last night he was captivated by her, long tanned legs, her ass barely covered by her dress, the low v in the front leaving little to the imagination on how her perky breasts would look naked. She let her long dark brown hair loose flowing against her smooth back, it caught his eye that her face looked so natural light makeup with a bold red lip. Initially when he saw her he just wanted her for a night, to make her scream her moans of pleasure in his ears while he claimed her pussy. He had no idea the woman he thought looked so seductive would turn out to be someone so innocent. He wanted her even more knowing her pussy has never been fucked. He imagined how good her virgin pussy would feel gripping his bulging cock. It was fresh in his mind that she said she was over waiting. Just one night with her would be good enough for him to quench the thirst he had already for her. Sitting at the booth table Abby climbed into one side and Mel to the other. He decided to place himself next to Abby.
"So, Killian, what do you do for work?" Mel asked curiously.
"I run my family business. We do some of everything." he said calmly, eyes never leaving Abby as he spoke to Mel.
"What do you both do?" He asked to keep the conversation flowing.
"I'm an apprentice at a tattoo shop but am studying as an art major." Mel chimed she loved talking about her passions.
"I'm a nurse now but studying early childhood development." Abby said proudly.
"A tattoo apprentice and a nurse. Seems like an odd friend pairing." he said.
"Opposites attract." Abby said with a shrug.
Soon enough the wine was being brought around for the tables, they were each given cards to rate each glass of wine.
The waiter brought six glasses to the table, two for everyone to start. They all were enjoying themselves in conversation.
"Abby, I'm going to sneak away for a minute. Sage is here and I'm feeling horny." Mel whispered across the table to Abby.
"Mel, you're going to do it here?" Abby asked, shocked.
"He's here working and is an amazing lay. I missed out on action last night." she said acting like a naughty child.
"Where are you going to hook up here?" Abby asked, concerned.
"Bathroom, I don't know. I'll be back in a bit." she said getting up and walking towards Sage.
Not knowing what to do now other than sit in silence with this incredibly gorgeous man, Abby takes big swigs off her remaining wine glasses. Scooting closer to her, Killian places his arm around the small of Abby's back. Shocked, she jolted a couple inches she could manage from the small booths bench.
"Do you have intentions on repeating last night?" Killian whispered in her ear.
"Uh. No, I am just doing the wine tasting." she said bashfully.
"Hm, are you uncomfortable with me, Abby?" he said softly, brushing his lips to her ear.
"No." she quickly exclaimed.
"Let's get out of here." he said while rubbing his lips a little lower than her ear now and onto her neck.
Abby's breath began getting shaky as surges of excitement spread through her body and down to her core. Taking a deep breath, she found enough courage to whisper out a reply.
"I can't leave, Mel." she breathed out in a whisper.
"Text her and let her know we're going to head out. She'll understand." he said in a low seductive voice.
"Okay." she mustered out.
She pulled her phone from her pocket and composed a text to send Mel "Hey, Killian and I are going to head out. I'll see you later at home." she sent the message and collected her purse and put her phone inside of it. Killian led her out of the wine bar with his hand resting on the small of her back.
"My car is this way." He said, guiding her to where he was parked.
Walking to the car she sees a fancy black sports car. Not knowing anything about cars or what it could be, she could tell it was an expensive car from the luxury of the look.
"Where are we going?" she asked hesitantly.
"Back to mine." he said calmly in his deep low voice, opening the passenger side door for her he helped her in.
"Okay." she said almost too quietly to be heard.
What the hell am I doing she thought to herself. I don't know this man and now I'm on the way to his place with him. She messed with the straps on her purse anxiously. Would tonight be the night I give my virginity away? They sat in silence the whole way to his place. He pulled into the driveway when the gates to drive up to the house were opened. It was a minute before they reached the big and luxurious home.
"You live here?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes." he said lowly.
"Alone?" she asked, still in shock of this big mansion. She was in awe, she'd never seen such a beautiful place.
"Yes." he replied calmly. With that he parked his car and helped her out and they walked into the house.
"This place is stunning." she said in awe.
"Thank you." he said while reaching for her hand.
"Abby, I don't want to give you the wrong idea. But I want you, I want to take your virginity. Be the first man who will ever take your body." He said while tracing his fingers up her arm.
"We don't know each other." she gasped.
"It's your choice." he said, getting closer and putting his lips to her neck.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to because I do." she said shyly.
"What's holding you back?" he asked.
"I'm scared it will hurt." she said honestly.
"It will at first but you said it yourself you're done waiting. One night, no strings." he said calmly reassuring her.
"Can we take it slow?" she asked curiously looking up to him.
"We can take it at your pace. If at any point you want to stop and leave, you can go." he said lowly while tracing his lips to her neck.
"Okay, let's do this." she said quickly before giving herself the chance to lose her courage.
