I Want to Share You Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

I Want to Share You Pt. 01

... Jason had kicked things off pretty well, I found them chatting it up. At some point folks started to circulate and Jason pointed out a freed up space to sit. I ended up zoning out, sitting back and observing the crowd. Everyone seemed to be having a really good time as I scanned the crowd I saw couples hugging, friend groups laughing and folks dancing. I wondered if any of them knew the songs or just mastered the way to adapt to a tempo? The most I could come up with was to swing my feet back and forth in my stool.

That's when I saw her.

She walked in with three other women, all of whom looked equally as nice. They were all carrying a sense of empowerment, wherever they were is where they belonged. All of them were dressed in casual t-shirts or button downs paired with torn shorts. She stood out though, this girls outfit was all black, the fishnets were made to come together for a design pattern just on the calves, which I liked. Her hair was cut just below her shoulders into a light blonde bob that swayed back and forth as she danced in the middle of the floor as if no one was watching her. Only I was watching her, and who knows who else?

She was captivating.

"Woah look at that outfit!" Eden shouted over the music.

For some reason this pissed me off and I immediately became jealous, although I had been looking at her myself seconds prior. Did I feel competition, from both him and her? In many ways this is still hot as fuck to me. It's cool how Eden always ...

... sees the things I see, as if we share the same set of eyes. Yet there's still something that lingers enough to make me second guess how I feel about these things. Our differences are only surrounded by constant similarities. Ying Yang. A part of me found fear in him gushing over someone else, but why? It had zero connection to something he had done. Really. However, this was too much at the moment, too much to think about in this crowded bar with these songs I can't escape into because I have never heard them before. Too much to think about let alone talk about, because its too fucking loud.

I headed straight for the door, I didn't even grab my coat. I wore a pastel pink corduroy overall that we found thrifting along with my "best time to wear a striped sweater", sweater. The outfit was paired with my pair of milk chocolate brown Vans I bought over the summer. When Eden first saw them he got all excited, when I actually put them on, he could barely control himself. Anyway, I was sure I'd be warm so I stepped out without telling anyone. Space was needed. Once I got outside the low thumps and hums from inside became background noise amongst the cool winter air. The bar stood on the corner of a one way street adjacent to a local Deli. The night had switched well into the witching hour, I pulled out the tiny black travel container that held the joint I rolled earlier.

My mind began to wander from one thing to the next. It was something small but I had felt bad that I had ...