Skye Blue, page 10
part #6 of Firsts and Forever Series
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The first two hours of my shift passed slowly. I really tried to distract myself and have fun dancing. The club wasn’t very busy though and I kept stealing glances at the main stage, which was occupied by Ellis and a cute Asian guy named Ricky. Even though I knew Dare wasn’t scheduled to start until eight, I still kept glancing over.
Finally, he took the stage at 8:11. I knew the time because someone right below me had his phone out and I could see the screen. Dare didn’t even glance my way. He crossed the stage at a jog, leapt onto the pole, and threw himself into an incredibly athletic routine. He made it look effortless, but I knew that what he was doing was strenuous as hell. The fact that he kept it going as long as he did was remarkable, too. It seemed like he was really pushing himself, compared to what I’d seen him doing on previous nights. I wondered why.
Dare must have spent a solid fifteen minutes on the pole before finally dropping onto the stage to a round of thunderous applause. He shifted to dancing then. I expected him to take a break forty-five minutes into his shift like he always did, but he just kept going. I’d planned to take my break at the same time so I could ask why he’d run off, but it looked like he wasn’t going to give me the opportunity.
At nine, I was surprised to see Zandra and Christian crossing the dance floor to me. They both had their arms up over their heads and their chests puffed out, and were doing a really exaggerated dance move that put an immediate smile on my face. They were also dressed alike, in black Converse, jeans, white t-shirts and black leather jackets – except that Zan’s jeans were cropped and her t-shirt was fitted.
I jumped off the platform when they reached me and said, “Aw, that’s so cute! You called each other and planned your outfits, didn’t you?”
“Nah. Zandra just decided to copy me today,” Christian said.
She rolled her eyes. “Because you own the patent on white t-shirts and jeans.”
“Thanks for visiting me at work again, guys,” I told them, changing the subject before they started bickering, “but you managed to miss my entire shift again.”
“Uh, yeah,” Zandra said. “We meant to arrive as you were getting off work. Now hurry up and get dressed. Christian’s in a parking spot so totally illegal that he’s probably getting towed as we speak.”
“You drove to the Castro? Why would you do that? You know parking’s nightmarish down here, that’s why we always take the bus.”
We’d reached the door marked employees only and Zandra pushed through it, announcing loudly to the three guys that were changing, “Yes, there’s a girl in the locker room, but don’t panic! I will, in fact, be checking out your junk. But since you’re all gay and constantly checking out each other’s junk anyway, this will not seem unusual.” My coworkers stared at her but didn’t hurry to get dressed.
Christian chuckled, his eyes also straying to any and all exposed junk before telling me, “We drove so we could give you a ride. Now hurry up and shower, you’re going to be late!”
“Late for what?” I asked.
Zandra let out a cheer as Christian sighed and pulled a dollar out of his wallet, which he handed to her. “I knew you’d forget. I even bet Z that you would,” Zandra told me. Then she turned to Christian and said, “Have I ever mentioned how annoying it is that you commandeered my initial, by the way? If anyone should be Z, it’s me.”
“First of all, your name’s really Sandra. Secondly, I chose Zane as my tag long before I met you. Therefore, the Z’s mine, baby.” He shot her a big smile.
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you realize how often you and Skye say first of all and secondly? It’s like you’re forever making lists with only two things on them. What’s up with that?”
“Every once in a while, there are three things.” Christian took hold of my shoulders, physically turned me toward the shower, and gave me a little push. “You have a date across town in less than twenty minutes, dude. Would you please get your ass in gear?”
“Oh! Shit, I totally forgot about the internet lawyer. Do I really have to do this?” I tried to resist as Christian propelled me forward, but he was a lot stronger than he looked.
“Yes! You can’t stand this guy up, it’s bad form,” Zan insisted. With a dramatic sigh, I went to take my third shower of the day.
*******
I needn’t have bothered.
Wally White Teeth was bored with me ten seconds after I introduced myself. My blue hair and pierced lip got pointed stares, and when I ordered a Cosmo from the pretty brunette waitress, Wally grimaced, as if my drink choice was physically painful for him. Apparently he decided I might still be worth a screw though, so after talking about himself for the next fifteen minutes, making sure to tell me what a successful lawyer he was and mentioning the cost of his new apartment (twice), he said, “Aren’t you done with that drink yet? Just leave it and let’s go back to my place.” He picked up the bill, which had been sitting face-down on the table, and added, “Your share’s eleven dollars.”
I sat back and blinked at him. “Do you really think I’m going to sleep with you?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Why not? Because you haven’t stopped talking about yourself since I got here, you judged everything about me, and I’m pretty sure you don’t even know my name.”
“Does it matter?”
I was still staring at him incredulously. “My name? A little bit, yeah.”
“So...you’re not going to sleep with me?”
“Not even if you were in possession of the last fully-functioning dick in the galaxy.”
He looked annoyed as he grabbed his wallet, counted out a few bills and tossed them on the table. “If you weren’t going to let me fuck you, you could have said so in your email instead of wasting my time.” He got up and left without another word and I stared after him for a long moment. Then I fished last night’s tip envelope out of my pocket and counted out eleven singles, plus two for a tip because the waitress had been nice and I noticed that Wally had stiffed her. That was a damn expensive drink.
When I found Christian and Zan at the bar around the corner where they’d promised to wait for me, Zandra said, “Shit. That was really quick.”
“Total fail. That guy was even worse than I’d feared. He talked about himself for a few minutes, then bailed when I said I wouldn’t sleep with him.” I slid into the little booth beside Christian and helped myself to a sip of his drink. Predictably, it was straight whiskey and straight-up nasty. I pretended to breathe fire and fanned my mouth.
“You knew what was in there,” Christian said. “So why’d you drink it?”
I smiled at him. “I felt like being overdramatic.”
“Well damn, back to the drawing board,” Zandra said. “There were plenty of other decent prospects that had emailed you, we’ll just try another.”
“No. Absolutely not. I’m done with internet dating.”
“After one date? Come on.”
“I mean it.”
“But—”
“No.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
*****
When my friends dropped me off at my apartment a couple hours later, it was kind of a relief. I’d been looking forward to some time to myself all night so I could finally sort out what had happened with Dare. I locked the apartment door behind me, then climbed and wove my way over the obstacle course to reach my bedroom.
Draco jumped up onto the bed and greeted me with a loud meow, and I replied with, “Hi, cat.” I’d gotten him a few things on the way to work, and pulled several cans of cat food out of my backpack, along with a two-compartment bowl. I’d been buying one can at a time all week under the assumption that Draco would just stop showing up eventually, but it didn’t seem like he was going anywhere.
After popping the lid on the can and whacking it upside down in one half of the new food bowl, I picked up a half-empty glass of water from my makeshift nightstand and filled the other side of the bowl with it. I was glad the cat started wolfing down the food, because that stuff absolutely reeked. A quick check on the mouse was next. He just stared at me like he always did when I gave him more cereal and refilled his bottle cap water dish.
I stripped down to just a pair of briefs, then made my way to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before finally crawling under the covers. The cat jumped up onto what had become his pillow, held a paw in front of his face, and began licking it. “Do I need to get you a litter box?” I asked him randomly. “I appreciate you not taking a crap all over my apartment, by the way. Do you go home to your real owner when you need to go to the bathroom? Or is all the world your litter box?” He blinked at me and I scratched him behind the ears. “If I do get you a box, that’s a pretty serious commitment. It’ll mean we’re officially living together.” The cat just blinked at me again. He didn’t appreciate my sense of humor.
I turned off the lamp and rolled onto my back. As soon as I closed my eyes, I started to replay what had happened with Dare and instantly started to get hard. I slid my hand under the covers and rubbed my cock through my underwear as I exhaled slowly. This seemed to make the cat uncomfortable and he let his displeasure be known by meowing and jumping off the bed, then climbing out the window. I grinned at that as I pushed the blanket off me and rubbed a little harder.
Even if the why behind my first blow job was a mystery, it had been insanely good, no doubt about it. I’d always imagined being sucked would feel great, but holy hell, that had been amazing. I wondered if it was because Dare was really skilled, or if oral sex was always like that. I imagined it must be Dare in particular, because if blow jobs were always that incredible, why would anyone even bother with anal sex?
Unless anal was even better....
God I wanted to find out.
With Dare.
I desperately wanted him inside me, despite the fact that his dick had looked really big and thick when he pulled it out and I had no idea how it would fit in me. A shiver of pleasure skittered through my body as I remembered the way he’d shot his load across the stage. I pushed my briefs down to mid-thigh and took hold of my cock, which was already starting to leak precum, and jerked off slowly, replaying every moment of that blow job. At the memory of his wet, warm mouth and his big hands on my body I stroked myself faster and harder, reaching down with my free hand and squeezing my balls as I worked my shaft.
Thoughts of Dare flooded my senses. I imagined him fucking me and moaned quietly, then quickly yanked my briefs off and spread my legs. After I sucked my index finger, I pushed the tip inside my tight hole. I forced it in a bit further even though my spit wasn’t the best lubricant, pumping my shaft furiously. Before long, my cock started pulsing and I yelled as I shot all over my body, driving my finger into me.
Eventually I collapsed back against the pillows, my heart racing. I carefully eased my finger out of my hole and released the death grip on my dick. After a quick visit to the bathroom to clean myself up, I got back under the covers and rolled onto my side to get comfortable.
Just as I started to drift off, I was once again startled by the return of the cat. He reclaimed his spot on the pillow beside mine and settled in facing me, his eyes slightly narrowed. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you look a bit judgmental,” I told him. “And you really shouldn’t. Masturbation is perfectly normal and healthy.”
The cat rolled onto his side, stuck his hind leg straight up in the air, and started licking his boy bits. “Oh, ew!” I exclaimed, using my pillow to shoo him onto the floor. “Just because it’s normal and healthy doesn’t mean I want to watch it! And okay technically, you probably weren’t playing with yourself, but that was still a little too much sharing, you know what I’m saying?” I peered at him over the side of the bed and added, “Okay, no, you don’t know what I’m saying. You’re a cat. I need to stop talking to you.”
I settled back in bed and soon found myself thinking about Dare again. It was news to me that I could find someone incredibly annoying and still be wildly attracted to him. It was as if my mind and body had reached independent conclusions about him. I wondered what would happen when we saw each other at work the next day.
My thoughts turned to Mac then, and I felt a pang of guilt. He and I had chatted every night this week. I missed talking to him and considered pulling out my laptop, but if I did that, I’d end up telling him about my first ever sexual encounter. It was too big to keep to myself.
Well, okay, I’d kept it to myself when I was with Christian and Zandra, for now, anyway. I just hadn’t wanted to hear Christian’s lecture, which surely would have been forthcoming when he found out I’d messed around with Dare, of all people. I would tell them, but just not yet, not until I’d had a little time to sort out my feelings about it.
I would have told Mac though, because he wouldn’t have judged me. But I felt guilty. I almost felt like I’d cheated on him, which was totally insane. Wasn’t it? I had actually felt jealous though when he’d mentioned some guy he was attracted to, so maybe he’d feel jealous of this....
The thing between us was strange and complicated to say the least. Here was this person that opened up to me about the most intimate parts of him, and yet I had no clue what he looked like. I knew I was attracted to him, but who could say if we’d actually have any chemistry when and if we ever met in real life? It would be wonderful to find out, but I knew he wouldn’t be ready for that any time soon.
I was definitely conflicted. My thing with Mac was incredibly intimate despite the fact that our entire relationship was happening on a computer screen. And that wild encounter with Dare, which I had no explanation for, had been so incredibly great. But maybe it had just been a random one-time thing.
“God, I hope not,” I murmured as I started to drift off to sleep.
Chapter Five
I was awakened by the sound of knocking way too early the next day. Actually, it probably wasn’t early at all, it just felt like it. I sort of half-fell out of bed and tangled myself up in my jeans before finally managing to pull them on. Navigating the living room while barely awake was a challenge, and I stubbed the hell out of my little toe on the way to the front door. I was pretty cranky by the time I reached it and swung it open.
“Wow,” Christian exclaimed. “Your hair first thing in the morning is a sight to behold. It’s like a Smurf blew up on the top of your head.”
As wrong as it was, the word Smurf immediately made me think of Dare and his nickname for me, which in turn made me think of his head bobbing between my legs, his full, soft lips running up and down my— “What are you doing here, Christian?” I asked, abruptly cutting off my train of thought as I stepped aside to let him in.
He was balancing two coffee cups, one on top of the other, and clutching a white paper bag. “I’m going to pretend that didn’t sound bitchy and accusatory, because you quite obviously just woke up. Instead, I’ll remind you that you asked me to come over on Saturday so I could accompany you on yet another scintillating trash trawl of the greater Bay Area. Here, take one of these,” he said, thrusting the coffee at me. Once I took a cup from him, he scaled the back of the couch and headed toward my bedroom.
“Oh. Right.”
“Should we really be doing this? Your apartment can’t hold any more scrap metal. Well, unless you start filling River’s room, which I really don’t recommend because you need to find a roommate.”
“Why don’t you move in with me?” I asked as I followed him. “Say goodbye to Casa Drabba.”
“No chance. I’m not even sort of OCD, but the sheer volume of clutter in here still makes me twitchy. Also, I’d like to point out that my apartment may be drab, but at least I can sit on my couch. The same cannot be said for Skye’s Junkyard Jamboree.”
I left him in my room while I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I got back, Christian and the mouse were eyeing each other warily. “Why haven’t you set that thing loose yet?” he asked. “He keeps staring at me. It’s really creeping me out.”
“You’re staring too, you know. He’s probably just as creeped out.” I tore a little chunk from the bagel my friend was holding and pushed it between the bars of the cage. Once I stepped back, the rodent darted off his throne, grabbed the morsel and returned to his spot, then sat on the bagel bit.
“Let’s drive by the park on the way to our scouting mission and set him free. I’m sure he’s sick of being in that cage,” Christian said.
“There’s no hurry. Plus, don’t you think I should figure out how to wash him before I let him go? Right now, he smells like fruit punch and the bigger rodents might think he’s food.”
“You’ve gotten attached, haven’t you? You’ve become attached to vermin.”
“He’s not vermin,” I said as I pulled on a t-shirt.
“Of course he’s vermin! He’s the very definition of vermin!”
“Don’t hurt his feelings,” I said, and when Christian shot me a look, I grinned and winked at him.
As I fished my shoes out from under the bed, I changed the subject by saying, “You know what I don’t understand? Why blow jobs are called blow jobs. Do you? I mean, neither of those words actually apply.”
“That’s so random.”
“Yes...and no.”
“Yes and no? Are you trying to tell me something?”
I finished putting on my shoes and socks, then stood up and started to leave the room. “Well, I kind of might have had oral sex yesterday.”
“Oh my God! And you’re just now telling me this? What the fuck! Who was it? Where were you? Was it good? Were you the sucker or the suckee? That’s kind of personal, I know, but I’m too curious not to ask. And again, why the fuck are you only telling me this now?”
“I didn’t want to make a big deal of it,” I mumbled.
