The pic on the side is of Felicity in the outfit she wore.
Shane
It's three.
She's here, and I've been trying to get her attention all day.
I keep looking at her, and I'm trying to be careful because I don't want her to be uncomfortable.
I'm sitting at the bar pretending to do paperwork, when really I'm just drawing random shapes because I'm bored out of my mind.
I hear the bell above the door jingle, and all the employees are prepared to help.
She serves whoever it is, and then the chair next to me scrapes.
I look to my right.
Jake.
"What's up, bitch?" he asks.
"Work." I lie.
He looks at my paper and snickers.
Most of the girls are working, and Macy has brown hair and brown eyes too.
Jake hardly ever comes in. He knows all the employees by name but if he sees them in person he has no idea who they are.
"Which one is she?" he whispers.
I look up.
Felicity is standing, leaning against the counter, talking to Macy.
She's wearing black skinny jeans today, and a red and black plaid shirt. Her brown hair is down, and she's not wearing any makeup.
She's so fucking beautiful.
"Plaid." I say, hardly audible.
"What?" Jake asks.
I pick up my pen and write plaid
He looks up.
His eyes lock on Felicity, and then he stands up and walks away.
He comes back a second later.
After fifteen minutes, all the customers are gone.
I turn in my seat.
Why isn't anybody here.
"It got dead really fast." Macy frowns.
"We should all go out tonight." Jake says loudly.
I look at him.
Heather is immediately interested.
"To where?" she asks.
"Mickey's Pub." He says. "Who's down."
Everyone says yes.
Except for Felicity.
She leans against the counter, twirling one of the rings on her hand.
"What about you?" he looks at her. "What's your name? I've not seen you around her before."
"Felicity." She says. "And I'm not going out tonight."
"Why not?" he presses.
"I have a date tonight." She folds her arms across her chest.
No.
No. Fuck. I start to panic a bit.
"Really?" Macy asks, her eyes lighting up. "With who? What does he look like? Is it a first date? How long have you been together?"
A smile toys at her lips.
"A year." She says. "And no, there have been many, many dates."
This isn't fair.
I'm going to get rid of this guy.
This girl is going to fall in love with me.
"Really?" Macy looks excited. "What does he look like? What's his name?"
"He's tan." She says. "And his name is couch."
I start laughing.
She snickers.
"You have a date with your couch tonight." I nod, smiling.
"And Netflix." She says.
"Your couch will be there when you get home." Jake says. "Come out with us."
She sighs.
"How rowdy is this pub?"
"It's casual." I say. "And they have a pool table."
She hesitates.
"I'm really good at pool." She says.
"Then come out with us and I'll show you that you actually suck at pool." Jake says.
She hesitates.
"Fine." She says. "Get ready to have your ego destroyed."
Yes! She's coming out!
"What time?" Heather asks. Her hand is on her hip, which is cocked, and she's puffing her chest out.
Heather is so annoying. She has a thing for me. She's asked me out before, and I flat out told her that she was being inappropriate.
I want to tell her she's not invited, but I keep my mouth closed.
"We'll meet at seven. They have good food." Jake says. "And it's not a work environment." He adds. "So tonight, he's not your boss. He's your friend."
I love Jake.
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We're all here.
Felicity isn't. It's already eight.
I'm trying not to act disappointed.
We're all slightly dressed up.
I hope Felicity shows up.
I take another sip of my beer.
We're all laughing.
"Where is Felicity?" Macy frowns. "I'm gonna kick her ass."
Everyone laughs quietly.
Jake looks disappointed for me.
It's kinda boring.
We're running out of things to talk about.
The door to the bar opens, and a girl walks in.
I look down, but I look back up when I realize that the girl is Felicity.
And holy shit.
She's so hot.
She's got a white tank top crop top.
It's really tight, and her breasts are showing cleavage. Her stomach is showing. She's perfectly tanned. She has a black mini skirt on. There's a watch on her right arm, and a gold bangle. She's got different small rings on, and black strappy heels.
Her hair is down and perfectly curled.
Her shirt is tight and thick enough that she doesn't need a bra under it, because the shirt makes it look like she's wearing one. She's got a gold necklace on.
She doesn't look like a disgusting rich bitch though. The way I'm describing her, she sounds like one, but she doesn't.
She looks beautiful.
She walks up to the bar leaning against the counter. She runs her fingers through her hair, talking to the bartender.
I vaguely hear Macy say, "oh good, she's here"
I'm sitting on the end, and the row across from me is full.
Everyone on our row scoots down.
She's going to be next to me.
She's got a small brown purse with her.
She takes her drink from the bartender, and the second she turns around, I look away.
Jake looks triumphant.
I scoot down when she walks up.
She sits down next to me.
She smells like jesus.
"I said seven." Jake says.
"I know." She shrugs.
"It's eight." He says.
She shrugs.
"I decided to give you some time to boost your ego before I crush it." She says.
I look down to see what she's drinking.
Whiskey. Hard whiskey.
Fuck, that's hot.
"If I can't beat you, Shane sure as hell can."
I am brilliant at pool.
"Yeah, we'll see."
She sips her drink, swallows.
She doesn't even flinch.
I'm struggling keeping my eyes off of her.
She's incredible.
Macy is sitting across from her .
"Do you have Instagram?" she asks.
She nods.
"Go follow me." She says.
She digs her phone from her purse, going to Instagram, and slides her phone across the table.
Macy types her name in. She passes her phone around to everyone.
It reaches me, and I feel like I have the key to the world in my hands.
I search myself and follow myself and then I hand her the phone, intentionally brushing my fingers along her palm.
She takes the phone back and goes through, following everyone back.
All our phones buzz at once.
"Shit, you have a million followers?" Heather asks.
"Do I?" she frowns, looking at her phone.
"Yes!"
Intrigued, I pull my phone out to look.
She does. She has a million followers.
"You're Instagram famous." Macy says.
She shrugs.
"It's not that big of a deal."
I find a photo of her. She's in a white t-shirt with a fur coat, and next to her is a younger girl with a nose ring, the same brown hair and the same eyes, and the same smile, too, and the girl is in a tan coat.
"Who is this?" I show her my phone.
She smiles.
"My little sister." She says.
I find another photo of her, and this time she's with three girls in a bikini.
Her body is fucking incredible. One of the girls is her sister, and there's another girl who looks like them also with brown long hair and blue eyes instead of brown.
"Who's that?" I ask. "Another sister?"
She shakes her head. "I have one sister. That's my cousin."
I find another photo, and I fall in love with it.
She's in a white and gray striped crop top and light ripped skinny jeans. Her hair is down. She's sitting down, and there's a blonde next to her in black jeans and a tank tank top with a flower cover. The blonde has her forehead resting against Felicity's head, and her tongue is out while she smiles. Felicity is smiling.
"That's my best friend."
"What's her name?" I ask thoughtfully.
"Lauren." She says. "My cousin is Abby, and my sister is Victoria."
I find a photo of her younger, much younger, probably ten or eleven, and she's sitting with a woman with long brown hair and kind eyes, and a man with brown hair and gray eyes that shine.
They much be her parents.
All she put in the comment was a broken heart emoji.
I open my mouth to ask her why she put that, but she stands up, and we all watch as she gulps the rest of her drink.
"Let's go play pool."
I guess she doesn't want to talk about it.
I lock my phone and shove it in my pocket, standing up.
Everyone else stands too, and we go to the pool table. She gets her drink refilled, setting it on the edge.
They play to find out who will break the balls up, and Jake goes first.
She stands back, holding the pool stick.
He gets stripes.
He gets one ball in.
He gets in another one, and he misses, getting the white ball into the pocket. She snickers, pulling the ball out, she steps up.
I watch her assess the location of the balls, and then she just leans forward, putting the ball in the middle.
She positions the pool stick, leaning forward.
She's so attractive. Jake is watching her.
She hits the ball, and she hits a stripe in just the right spot. It shoots out, and hits three solids, and it's a chain reaction, knocking three balls in at once.
I can't help it as I watch her ass as she leans over the pool table in that skirt.
She's hot. She's so sexy.
Heather is watching me, so I pay attention to what she's doing.
Heather
I'm watching my baby as Felicity plays.
He's looking at her ass.
He was watching her when she walked in.
He can't look away from her.
I realize then, that Jake, Shane's best friend, he invited all of us to make it seem casual.
They've only got us here for Shane to hang out with Felicity.
He fucking likes her!
I watch as Felicity kicks Jake's ass in pool, and then she starts to play Shane. She's has three glasses of whiskey already.
It gets down to just the 8 ball, and it's her turn, but the 8 ball is against the wall of the table.
She hits, and it rolls, stopping right before falling in.
"Aw fuck." She says.
Shane goes up, and I notice he's watching her as he positions the stick, and then he misses.
She narrows her eyes.
"You did that on purpose."
"I didn't." he says, but he's smiling.
"Yes you did." she says, stubborn. "Play fair!" she pulling the eight ball out of the pocket.
"I didn't do it on purpose." He insists.
"Yes you did."
She's smiling.
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't." he says.
"Yeah you did. Just play again." She puts the eight ball back where it was, and the white ball.
He shoots, and this time he gets it in.
"But I didn't win, because-"
"Yeah you did."
I fucking hate her.
Felicity
I should've thought this through.
I keep flirting with him.
My mind is telling me to stop, but I'm a bit tipsy, and I know deep down that I don't want to stop.
So we all get food and go back to the table, and I snack on my food, drinking more whiskey.
My phone starts ringing, and I jump, and then I start giggling.
I pull it out of my purse.
Lauren.
I put it on speaker.
I never would normally do that, but I'm starting to reach the peak where I'm going from tipsy to drunk.
"Wassup." I say.
Lauren is quiet for a second.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sitting on a squishy bench." I grin.
She's quiet for a second.
"Are you drunk?"
"Nooooooooo." I say, shaking my head. I giggle.
"Shit." She says. "Are you in public, Fel? How are you gonna get home?"
"I have my car! Duh!"
Shane
I stopped drinking when she got to glass two.
She's completely drunk, talking to her friend.
Lauren sighs.
"Fel, I'm going to call you a cab."
"No." she says. "I have my car, bitch. Why did you call me?"
"I wanted to tell you that I am going to be with you for Christmas."
"Did you tell your parents that Steve plans on murdering my father?" she asks bluntly.
Everyone falls silent.
I want to make her stop talking.
She's drunk. She's saying things she doesn't want us to know.
"No. Felicity, you need to stop saying things that you don't want people to know."
"I think I'm going to call my Mom and tell her."
"No." she says. "I swear to god-are you alone?"
"Nope." She says, popping the P.
"Who are you with?"
"Uh...Shane and Jake and Heather and Jeremy and Macy and-"
"Let me talk to one of them. Give the phone to one of them."
"No!" she says, stubborn.
"If you give them the phone, I'll buy you three bags of the Ghirardelli peppermint bark."
She bites her lip.
"Six." She says.
"Five." Lauren says.
She's quiet for a second.
"Six." She says.
"Five." Lauren says.
"Six!" Felicity insists.
"Fine." Lauren says. "Six."
Grinning, Felicity drops her phone in my hand.
I take her off speaker.
"Hello?"
"Which one are you?" she asks.
"Shane." I say.
She sighs.
"Look, I know she probably just told you something that you didn't know, but I need you to make sure she doesn't call anybody. Don't let her tell anybody. Keep her phone."
"Okay." I say.
"And I'm going to call her a cab. Make sure she gets in it."
"I'm driving her home." I say.
"You are?" she asks.
"Yes."
"Okay." She sighs. "Please take care of her.
"I will. She's safe, I promise."
"I know there's a lot of creeps in Chicago, at night, and a drunk girl walking down the street this late..." she trails off.
"She's not going to leave my sight." I say.
"Stay with her until she goes to sleep. Once she's asleep, she's out for the night, but when she's drunk and you take her home and leave her, she wanders. I learned that the hard way."
"Okay." I say.
"Alright, thank you, Shane."
"You're welcome."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye."
She hangs up.
I put her phone in my pocket.
"That's mine!" she says.
"No it's not." I say.
"Yes it is!"
She leans over me, getting on her knees, her hand on my shoulder, her breasts in my face, she tries to wrestle me for her phone.
She's so hot.
I grab her wrists.
"Sit down." I say, using a tern stone.
She plops down again, folding her arms across her chest.
"Lauren told me not to give you your phone." I say. "So that's what I'm going to do."
We go play darts, and I let her have two more whiskey's.
It's one in the morning now, and she's completely hammered.
She keeps stumbling over herself.
All the guys in the bar are watching her like she's a piece of meat.
I stand up.
"Alright guys, I'm leaving."
"What about her?" Heather demands. "I'll drive her home." She starts to get up.
"No, it's fine." I say.
Felicity is flirting with the bartender.
"I'll see you guys." I say. "Bye."
I drove Jake and I here. I drop my car keys in his hand.
"I'll get a cab." I tell him.
I grab Felicity's purse, walking over to her.
I put my hand on her back.
"Hey." I say.
She looks at me.
"Hi." She grins.
She looks back at the bartender.
"Can you get your car keys out of here for me?" I ask, holding her purse out.
I won't go through a lady's purse without permission.
And tonight, her permission is invalid because she's drunk.
She takes her purse, opening it, fishes her car keys out, and hands them to me. I hold onto her purse.
"We're going to leave, okay?" I ask.
Her eyes lock with mine, and I'm blown away at her beauty.
She rests her elbow on the bar, her chin in her hand, staring at me.
"You're really attractive." She says quietly. "I have a crush on you." She giggles.
I take a deep breath.
"Let's go." I say.
I tug her hand.
She links her fingers through mine. I pull her out of the bar, pressing panic on her car.
Six cars down, her alarm starts going off.
I silence it and walk to her car.
I put her in the passenger side, getting in the drivers side.
"Where do you live?" I ask her.
"In Illinois." She says. "But I was born and raised in Louisiana!"
"Where in Illinois do you live?" I ask.
"Chicago."
"Where in Chicago do you live?"
She shrugs.
"I don't remember."
Well now what?
I frown, thinking.
I bet her phone knows where she lives.
I fish it out of my pocket and hold down the home button.
"Take me home."
Siri replies, "Getting directions to home."
I start the car.
She watches me as I drive, and then reaches out and grabs my bicep.
I want to tell her to stop, but I don't.
She just keeps her hand there as I drive, looking out the window.
I park in the garage and get out, taking her phone and purse with me.
She walks. I lock her car and follow her.
She gets on the elevator, and I get on with her.
She hits the 24, and we soar up.
She leans against the wall of the elevator.
The door opens, and she walks off. I follow her.
She walks to door 2409 and I unlock it.
She walks inside, and I follow her.
It's nicely decorated, a kitchen with marble counters, nice wood floors.
It's homey.
She's got a huge tan L shaped couch, and there's a gray fuzzy blanket there, and a white Macbook. It's shut.
I walk in, and she shuts the door behind me.
I put her purse on the counter, and my phone and her phone.
She plops down on the couch, taking her heels off.
"Wanna watch a movie?" she asks.
I want to tell her no. I don't want to do anything with her while she's drunk. I want to do everything with her while she's sober and she actually wants to.
Lauren said to stay until she's asleep or she'll go wander.
I want her to be safe.
"Okay." I say.
I sit down on her couch, keeping my distance.
She turns the TV on, flipping to HBO.
She picks Bridesmaids.
I watch as she watches the movie, and I'm looking at her, not the screen.
She walks out of the room, and comes back a bit later and sits back down.
After a while, she starts to fidget, first with her hands, and then she starts moving, trying to get comfortable.
I notice her scoot closer to me.
I pretend not to notice.
She's so adorable. She's trying to be sly.
She moves closer again, and then she just moves until she's right next to me, her leg pressing against mine. She sits there, putting her hands in her lap.
I don't put my arm around her.
She's drunk.
She gets up on her knees, reaching over me to grab the gray blanket.
I just met this girl three days ago.
She throws her leg over my lap and sits down on top of me.
"No." I say.
"It's okay." She puts the blanket around her shoulders. "I'm just gonna sit here, okay?"
"Felicity, you need to sit somewhere else." I say.
I'm going to end up hard.
She's in this skirt, and it's almost ridden up enough to show her panties.
"No, that's okay." She says. She tightens the blanket around her shoulders and rests her forehead against my shoulder.
I want to tell her to get off me again, but she's not...
I mean, she's just sitting here.
I let her stay like that.
After a moment, she reaches under my shirt to feel my stomach.
I grab her wrists, gently pulling her hands off me.
"Felicity." I whisper.
"It's okay." She says, lifting her head to look at me.
She takes the blanket off.
I feel my jeans starting to tighten.
She turned the light off, so the only light is the TV screen, and it's illuminating her body, casting shadows in the right place.
I need to get her off of me.
She shifts on my lap, her center gently brushing against my groin.
Within seconds, I'm fully hard.
I silently pray she won't notice.
She puts the blanket back on after she shivers, and she rests her head on my shoulder.
Her hand is on her thigh.
I feel her slowly reach over, rubbing my erection through my jeans.
I close my eyes.
Tell her to get off.
I don't want to though.
I've never found a girl I've actually wanted to do anything with, so I never have.
This is foreign to me.
It feels way better when she touches me than it does when I take care of myself.
She lifts her head, her hand slowly rubbing me. Her eyes lock with mine.
"I'm just gonna do this, okay?" she whispers, her voice smooth and gentle.
I can't stop her.
Slowly, I nod.
She reaches over to pause the movie.
The only sound is our breathing. She keeps rubbing me, and I feel her unbutton my jeans, pulling the zipper down.
Tell. Her. To. Stop.
I open my mouth to tell her to stop, but she reaches into my underwear, gripping me.
That's her skin on my dick.
I can't make her stop.
My breath hitches.
I find my hands starting to move.
I have no self control. I have this beautiful girl in my lap, and she's moving her hand back and forth on me.
She stops after a second, getting off my lap, and tugs my jeans down.
She pulls me all the way out, moving her hand up and down on me.
"We need to stop." I mumble.
"I know." She murmurs. "But I don't want to."
She's looking more sober now.
Her words aren't slurring anymore.
I had her eat before she went to bother the bartender. She drank three bottles of water.
She has to have some self control back.
She keeps jerking me off. I reach out, pushing the blanket off of her. She's next to me now, not on top of me.
My hand is running slowly up and down her arm. I move to her thigh, slowly etching her skirt up.
She's got a black lacy thong on. My breathing his heavier. The feeling of her jerking me off is incredible. I trace the side of her thong, running it between my fingers, and slowly, I reach out, my hand hovering over her breast.
She's not wearing a bra under that top. I want to touch her.
I don't though.
"You can touch me." She whispers, moving her hand still. I study her eyes for a long time, and then slowly, I reach out, grabbing her breast, squeezing softly. She takes a deep breath, biting her lip.
"Have you done this before?" I ask softly. She shakes her head.
"Neither have I." I whisper.
She tightens her grip on me, moving her hand faster.
I keep touching her breasts, tracing her nipples through her shirt. They're in small buds.
She's so hot. She's so beautiful.
I reach out, running my fingers through her hair.
It's soft.
I made it fall out of place though, and it starts to fall.
I move my hand to trace her panties then.
"Are you still on your period?" I mumble.
She shakes her head.
I can't stop myself. Slowly, I reach down, touching between her panties.
They're soaked through.
Fuck. Fuck, that's so hot.
I slowly snake my hand inside her panties. I feel her soaked folds.
Fuck. Fuck.
Gently, I start to rub her. Her breath hitches.
I pause my fingers on her.
"Tell me to stop." I whisper. "Please, please tell me to stop."
She shakes her head.
"I'm not going to do that."
Dammit.
I start rubbing her again, carefully slipping one finger inside of her. She hums softly, her eyebrows creased. She looks at me.
I slide another finger inside of her, slowly starting to move in and out of her. She keeps stroking me, and I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her.
"Shane." She moans softly.
Fuck. That's the hottest thing I've ever heard.
"We need to stop." She whispers.
"I know." I mumble.
Neither one of us stop.
I'm getting really close.
"I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on." I mumble.
"Don't hold on." She breaths. She increases her movements. I increase my movements, pumping in and out of her quickly. She moans, leaning forward, bracing herself with her free arm.
I feel the tightening in my balls. I let out a quiet groan. The feeling increases. I moan, and I feel a release. I let out a strangled breath. She hums softly. She's over top of me now, her hand helping herself stay up. She keeps moving her hand until I stop ejaculating.
"Lay down. Please lay down." I plead, breathless.
She lays down on her back. I pull my boxers over myself, shifting. I pull her panties down.
She's so perfect, just shaven. She's incredible.
I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her, reaching out with my other hand to rub her clit. She moans softly.
I want more sounds from her.
I want to taste her.
I lick my lips, resisting the urge to lean down and start licking.
I keep rubbing her. She moans again, louder this time. I start moving faster, watching in pure glory as her back starts arching. She's beautiful, so fucking beautiful.
She finishes, moaning loudly, spasms wracking through her body.
I keep moving until she stops, and slowly, I pull my hands off of her.
I start to panic then, realizing what I just did.
Slowly, she pulls her panties back on, pulling her skirt down.
I hike my jeans up, buttoning them.
She's still laying there.
She puts her arm across her eyes, laying there.
I just sit there.
"Felicity..." I trail off.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.
What just happened was wrong. Beyond wrong.
She has my cum on her hands, and it's all over my legs, and the couch.
She moves her arm on her eyes to look at me.
"I'm not coming to work tomorrow." She says.
I'm her boss.
I'm her boss.
"Okay." I whisper.
"I'm fine." She says. "I'm not going anywhere. You can leave."
"I'm sorry." I whisper.
"It's okay." She sits up. "Really. Go."
I don't know what to say.
Silently, I go grab my phone from the counter, and I leave.
Only, I sit out in the hall.
I just want to make sure she doesn't leave.
When the sun starts coming up, I go home.
Oh shitttt guysssss
What do you think about what just happened?
~Sam