The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch - Sex Stories

The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch

... already digging his face into his freshly filled glass, as one of his listeners suggested: “I bet it was Em, huh?” The young lad took the glass off his face, pointed the index of his hand holding the glass to said listener, said: “Bingo!”, and rubbed the froth off his upper lip with the sleeve of his sweater. The pint landed on the bar again, and the young man proceeded in his story. ---------------- “Come to see the stars as well?” I heard a well too familiar voice I hadn't heard in a while say. I sighed: “Guess so.” I was kind of surprised, but also a little pissed to find her there. I pressed my lips together. “So what are you doing here, Em? Late. Dark. Alone.” She chuckled before she replied: “Thinking of long gone times.” She turned her head. “You do appear in these memories as well. And you?” “Missed the bus. So I thought I'd take the stroll home, like...” Emanuelle cut me short: “we used to. I know. Thinking of these past times as well I see. It's funny how sometimes things are connected to each other like the tight web the fabric of life and fate is made of.” “Don't make it sound more romantic than it really is, Em,” I replied rolling my eyes. She still stared into the dark nothingness of the night “Why so bitter?” She clumsily got back on her feet. That was when I saw the half-spilled bottle of cheap booze lying to her feet. She stepped to me – pretty adroitly for half a bottle, actually – and looked at me through tired eyes. She chuckled, took a deep breath, ...

... and let it out audibly. “I got to admit... I was kind of hoping you'd show up... waiting for you, you know?” I quickly shot back the look, but didn't bother to let my eyes linger on hers. “Is that supposed to be some sort of declaration or so?” I nonchalantly provoked her. She hit my shoulder. It was too much of a knock to be meant playfully. “You should know me better, dumbass,” she whispered. I resumed my walk home; slowly at first, so she could catch up. I indeed knew her too well to think she'd let me walk away just like that. We walked a few minutes in awkward silence, before I decided to break the ice: “So, um... tell me... What have you been up to? It's been a while, you know.” Her tone let no doubt that she was a bit pissed as well: “Oh yeah? And what about all these times you just walked on by me, not even daring to look at me, really?” “Sure. Like you were acting any differently... Know what? Let's talk about something else, shall we? Otherwise I'm afraid this discussion is not headed in any constructive direction.” I suggested. “Okay, so how about the obvious?” She let her words sink in before proceeding: “I hear you got yourself a new girlfriend? Well... new... Newer than me, that is.” I hesitated. She must have meant Laura, the adventure she had once used as a pretext to dump me. “Uh-huh,” I just stated drily. “It's the girl you had you're little adventure with, right? Kinda foreseeable. But, yeah, that's what I get for being a little whiny bitch, right?” Her ...