Can Yaman International Presents: "Love and Pixie Dust"

Chapter 4: "When Bigfoot Fell..."

End of Chapter 3:  Pixie's POV:  He made a triumphant sound, grabbed my head, and kissed me voraciously, nipping my lower lip and groaning when I returned the gesture. I gasped when his arm shot out suddenly and swept the table clean. Before I could protest, I was on my back and spread out on the table like an offering. Then he rose in front of me, big and beautiful, like a pagan god. "Then let's get started," he said in a sensual whisper, spreading my thighs apart. Dimly, in the small part of my brain that was still functioning, I understood that he was ruining me. For any other man. Forever.

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"You did what!?" The twin expressions of shock on my friend's faces were very discouraging.

"What were you thinking? Going off with a strange man?" My friend Deniz asked me after she recovered from the shock.

"I asked him if he wanted to make lampshades out of me and he was horrified. So, I took that as an encouraging sign that he wasn't a serial killer," I said and sipped my wine.

"Serial killers don't advertise what they do, Ezgi. My god!" Deniz looked on the verge of a breakdown at my news. Cansu remained quiet.

"I had a one-night stand. Isn't that a thing people do?"

"Yes, absolutely. People do that. But you, Ezgi, my sweet friend who has a history of falling for douchebags, should definitely not do that," Deniz said, sounding exasperated now.

I lied and said, "There's no danger of that. He has made no secret of who he is, and I know better than to fall for a man ho. I'm just enjoying myself."

Liar, liar pants on fire. My inner voice was really annoying.

We sat outside at our favorite café. Deniz and Cansu had gotten suspicious since I'd been avoiding them for the past few days. They had cornered me outside the apartment when I was on my way to meet my lover. My lover. I really liked the sound of that. I smiled and took a healthy swig of my wine and glanced surreptitiously at my watch. I was going to be late.

Cansu peered closer at me and asked, "So, how was it?"

Deniz gave her a reproving look. "Don't encourage this."

"What? I mean, look at her. She's glowing. Her eyes are sparkling," Cansu said defensively.

I couldn't help the dazed smile that broke over my face.

Cansu's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "That good?".

I put up three fingers.

"Three?" She looked puzzled and then understanding dawned. "In one night?" she squeaked out.

"He's not only a giver, but he's also a face holder," I said giddily and Cansu made an ufffff sound. Even Deniz softened a little. We all loved a face holder.

"Well!" Cansu exclaimed and fanned herself.

"Who is he? What does he do?" Deniz asked me, ignoring Cansu's hot flash.

"Oh, you know, this and that. Actually, we haven't gotten too personal." I hedged, hesitant to tell her about our no names arrangement.

"You get naked with him. That's the definition of personal," Deniz grouched.

Cansu interjected, "So, what does he look like? You know, in case we have to pick him out of a lineup."

"This isn't funny," Deniz said. She was the mother hen of the group, the worrywart. I loved her protective instincts.

I honestly had no idea how to describe him other than he looks like a Greek god. If said Greek god dressed like a cross between Boy George and a member of One Direction.