Seize the Night - Sex Stories

Seize the Night

I almost dropped my margarita when Russ strolled into the backyard. Giving Erika a furious look, I hissed, "You said he wouldn't be here!"

Erika cringed at the sight of my ex-boyfriend. "I didn't think he would be! I told Tony not to invite him, but I guess he forgot."

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. Erika, my best friend since high school, had been dating Tony for over a year. He was a little older, and she craved the stability he offered; he wasn't wild like the guys she normally fell for. The two of them recently decided to move in together, and they found a perfect place with reasonable rent. The house was a little beyond the suburbs but not way out in the sticks. When Erika invited me to a party at their new home, I agreed to come on one condition: that Russ wouldn't be there. I knew it wasn't fair to issue the ultimatum since Tony and Russ were good friends. But my breakup with Russ just a few weeks ago had been painful and ugly, and I wanted to avoid seeing him at all costs.

Yet here we were, in the same place at the same time, which was the last thing I wanted. Still, I couldn't help but sneak glances at Russ as he headed toward Tony and a small group of guys I didn't know well. He didn't look my way once.

Tony, however, grinned sheepishly when he noticed my icy glare. As Russ talked with one of their mutual friends, Tony raised his eyebrows expectantly and then gestured for me to join them. I flipped him the bird in response.

"I'm going to kick ...

... Tony's ass!" Erika said. "I guess he thought he was being cute, trying to get you two back together." She shot Tony a warning look that wiped the grin from his face. Then she turned to me. "I'm so sorry, Amie."

"It's fine," I sighed. "But I'm gonna need another drink. How about you?"

"I'm good, thanks." When Erika squeezed my hand, I forced a smile. I didn't want to ruin her party by acting like a sulky little bitch, but I knew I needed a minute alone to get my emotions under control. Right now, there were only about twenty people in the backyard for the cookout, so it wasn't as if I could hide among the crowd. If I stayed outside, Russ and I were sure to run into each other.

I got up and headed toward the back door, which led into the kitchen. Once inside, I poured myself another margarita from the huge pitcher Tony had made. He was heavy-handed with the tequila, and I made sure to pace myself so I wouldn't have to take an Uber home. When I heard the screen door open behind me, I figured it was Erika coming for a second drink, after all. "Change your mind?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. But it wasn't Erika standing behind me.

Russ lingered near the door, arms folded over his chest. Being in the same room with him made me bristle. "Kitchen's all yours," I said, my voice flat. Gripping my glass too tightly, I tried to move past him, but he held out a hand to stop me.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

I stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him. "I think you and I ...