Jack's Adventures 03: Allie 01 - Sex Stories

Jack's Adventures 03: Allie 01

... store, including Blake, went out for drinks on a random Friday night. I'd expected us to go somewhere sleazy and cheap, but we ended up at a cocktail bar in Silver Lake with a glam punk aesthetic and overpriced drinks. We were there for a half hour, a half hour I spent a quarter listening to my coworkers, three quarters scanning the bar for women, before Blake said:

"You guys cool if Allie joins us?"

I think everyone who worked at the store, man or woman, wanted to fuck Allie, so this wasn't exactly a controversial request. I let my less suave coworkers slobber over themselves in their eagerness to say "yes" before I calmly added a "sure." But I stopped looking at the other women in the bar and settled in. My only goal that night would be to fuck Allie.

She showed up fifteen minutes later. It was a rockstar kind of night for her, in a leather jacket and tight black jeans, but the jacket was over a low cut blouse with a flared neck that dipped between her breasts. There were a lot of dudes in the bar, and I think 90% of them snuck a peek at her as she walked in. She strode confidently over to our table, her boots clopping on the floor, bangs fringing her gorgeous eyes.

As soon as she'd entered I had subtly shifted to create space next to me at our table. And it worked perfectly, her settling easily into that spot.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked her.

"Sure," she said, turning but not looking directly at me. "Miller?"

I was so turned on by her ordering a ...

... cheap beer in a place like this.

"You got it," I said.

As I moved to the bar, I thought about her not looking at me. I think it was a good sign. I think she knew what might happen between us, and was challenging me to prove I had what it takes.

The bartender saw me walk up and nodded at me.

"Two Millers," I said.

He raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and went to grab them.

When I brought the bottles back to the table, Allie was talking to Blake on her left, and one of my greedier coworkers had moved halfway into the gap I had vacated. I confidently squeezed back in, pushing my coworker back over, the side of my body coming into contact with Allie's, and I put the Miller in front of her.

She flicked her eyes briefly to me, said "thanks," then returned to her conversation with Blake.

We stood like that for maybe fifteen minutes, our sides touching, chatting casually with others. I took the fact that she was doing nothing to disconnect physically from me to be another good sign.

Then Blake went to the bathroom and I leaned over.

"I still don't see the resemblance," I said.

She looked at me with a wry smile.

"You're a cocky motherfucker," she said.

I nodded. "Yeah."

She stared me down, so confidently and assuredly that I felt lightning crackle between us, but I didn't break.

"Tell me about yourself," I said.

"No," she said.

"No?"

She adjusted her position and one of her legs moved between mine. I felt the top of her hip pushing ...