EroticReverie

Colson

Fucking hell. That woman. Out of all places for to end up , being sent away from LA to "rough it", she hand to land here. Had to show up in MY life, and make me turn into a fucking animal over her. 

I did all I could not to eat or drink anything for as long as I could, so I could fucking keep the taste of her in my mouth. 

It was eleven pm, and we were half way through the night, the restaruant was closing, and we had four more hours till the bar closed. I'd done my best to stay away from Kate, to not look at her as she worked behind the fucking bar. Because I'd either pull her to the back or punch a guys lights out for flirting with her. It's what drunk patrons did, but I wasn't in the mood to witness it. I was hungry, starved, and god damn losing my fucking mind watching the fucking clock all night. 

Around twelve, I decided in the spirit of masochism to go torture myself and see how the bar was running. 

We were still busy, with the bar full, and the high tables around the bar full as well, along with people standing around, but everyone had drinks in their hands and the bar girls were busy wiping down, cleaning up where they could, rinsing bottles or cleaning glasses. 

I spotted Kate as she smiled at someone while talking, bent over and stocking the cooler at the end of the bar underneath where we kept a few of the more expensive beers the lined our walls. 

My eyes look opposite her to a guy a bit older. Wearing a suit and a tie, giving her a smile right back. I notice when Kate looks down to make sure she's putting things in the right spot, that his eyes fall to her cleavage. Yeah Buddy, Watch it. I tell him silently. His eyes stay there as she speaks and then looks back up, his eyes snapping up to her and she closes the cooler and places her hands on the counter and I feel my face hear with anger when his hand slides across the bar and I watch his finger graze one of her, his pink sliding over hers, a simply, barely there touch, to let her know how interested he is. 

I watch Kate eye his finger, smiling at it and then looking up at him as she slips her hand away slowly and then places her elbows on the bar and leans over, surely giving him a damn good view of those tits of hers. She had to be a good c cup. Nice, full, firm looking tits. Pressed together nicely in her short sleeved v neck top. Showing them off shamelessly, as she should. They were great tits. But , I just didnt want anyone else drooling over them but me. 

I watch as the guy leans over, his face goes to one side, to whipser in her ear, his face obstructed, and I see Kate smiling, biting her lip and then she playfully swats him and pushes him back into his seat and points her finger at him. 

That was the kind of guy she really liked probably. A suit. A business man, that LOOKED like a business man. A guy who looked rich. And probably was rich. Or at least well off. I suddenly felt really fucking insecure, not liking the feeling one bit. 

I was rich in my own right. I could live in a fancy house if I wanted, but I didnt need that shit. 

Looking at Kate. I could tell, she probably did need it. She was only here for a fucking year. She was slumming it. Which would be fine if I only wanted to fuck her, but I could already tell shit was stirring in me that wasn't going to let me just have sex with her without strings attatched. I didn't need this feeling. I'd felt it before with Natalie, and look where that got me. Except this time, the feeling seemed stronger, and I didn't need to end up messed up over another girl. I didn't need to go through that again, and find her in a bed with a man in a suit, when she got tired of plain t shirts and flannels. 

Parker catches me staring at Kate, and looks to Kate, who is flirting with the suit still as she wipes the counter top. I watch him, watch her tits move in her top as she wipes it quickly. 

Parker looks back to me. I give a glare as the corner of her mouth tips up. 

She walks over, she just her chin out with a nod, and points. 

"Cmon, let's go, help me load a few kegs." she says and I take one last look at Kate, who is giving attention to the surrounding men as well, laughing at whatever it is they say. 

I push through the doors in the back and walk towards the coolers with the kegs as Parker grabs the trolley to cart them. 

There's nobody in the back at this point so when she starts to talk at full volume I don't bother to tell her to quiet. 

"You need to get laid Colson." she says. "Like soon."

I give her a look and she shrugs and pulls open the cooler. 

"Listen, I see what's going on here...I see the way you two eye fuck each other, and you were two seconds from making a scene at the bar over her talking to that guy." she says.

"You need to either forget her, or fire her." she says as she scans the kegs and points to one. I grab it, hauling it to the trolley. 

"Can't do either of those." I say. Parker sighs and points to another, and continues to talk as I haul it to the trolley. 

"Well, I mean...your other option is to fuck her brains out, become obsessed with her, fall in love, and then ruin your bar, by kicking out every human with a cock between their legs for just looking at her. " She says. 

"Plus...I know you...and you're gonna regret screwing around with her. Remember how fucked up you were after we hooked up? Mister business man with the morals." She gives a little smile. 

She was right. I wasn't even with Kate, we'd done nothing but fooled a little and I was already worried about her cheating like Natalie. All over a girl I knew would be gone in a fucking year. Back to her lifestyles of the rich and famous mansion, and her rich girl life. 

Parker looks at me. 

"Listen....she's a pretty little toy Colson....she's temporary...don't go letting yourself get fucked up over her...you need to cut it out...get your head right..." she says as she moves to me and looks up at me. 

"You need to go out, and get laid. If you were getting some regularly, she wouldnt even interest you. She's not  even remotely your type." she says and I look at her. 

"You dont know my type" I say. 

She smirks. 

"Sure I do..." she says and I watch her as she bites her lip and steps closer. I don't move, and I don't stop her as she places her hands on my chest. 

Her voices lowers, becomes more husky.

"You like good girls, who listen to you....and do exactly as you say...good girls that can take your big cock and fit it anywhere you want.." she says, her hands sliding down, and curling around the waist of my jeans. 

"Parker" I warn her, but she only bites her lips. 

"You like them wild....you like them obedient and dropping to their knees for you..." she says as she lowers herself to her knees in front of me. 

"Parker this isnt gonna happen." I tell her, not sure if I believe myself, because, from what I remember that drunken night, she DID suck my cock pretty well, and it'd been too long since I had a womans mouth on my cock. 

"shhh...i'll do it....then we can pretend it never happen Colson" she says as she grins and presses a kiss to my cock, only half hard in my jeans. But that was because I was thinking about Kate, about her on her knees. But Parker was right.  Would I go for Kate if I wasnt so sexually frustrated? Was she just a pretty girl that happened to spark my interest because I caught her peeping at me through the window. 

I shake my head. No. Kate IS my type. But, then again, Parker was still right about the fact, a year from now, things wouldnt end well. I wasnt moving to LA, and I knew for a fact a girl like Kate wouldnt stay here, she didnt even want to be here now. But even still...I couldn't let Parker do this. No matter how much I needed it, or how much I thought that maybe if I let her, that I would get over this Kate obsession i'd developed the second I saw her embarrassed blush through her window and the little wave she gave when she caught and the way she ducked away after. 

She undoes my zipper and I reach down to stop her.

"Parker no, this isn't going to happen. I'm serious. I get what you're saying but -" 

The cooler door opens and both our heads turn. 

I see Kate standing there. A deer caught in headlights as she takes in Parker on her knees, hands on my pants with me right in front of her. 

I open my mouth to say something. But what do I say? It's not what it looks like? Because it was, or it was almost about to be before I told Parker no. 

"Sorry" Kate says , blinking, still stunned and then turns her head. 

"I'm gonna....gonna go back out there, yeah, um ok" she says and walks away as the cooler door slowly shuts itself. 

"Fuck" I curse.

"Colson...stop it" Parker says. "Its not a big deal, so what...now she'll think we're together, and you're off the hook" she says. 

I look down at her. 

"Parker, get the fuck up." I shake my head push her hands away and zip up my pants and button them and grab the trolley, carting the kegs out to the bar. 

When I get there. I see Kate writing something on a napkin, flipping it over and then sliding it across the bar to suit man. Son of a bitch. 

"Kate." I say her name. She turns her head and sees me then looks back to the suit man, holding up her finger to tell him to hold on as she walks over. 

"what's up?" she asks.

My brows pinch in confusion. Did I imagine that she'd walked in on me and Parker? No. She defintely had. 

"The cooler." I say. "It's not what you think...well...okay it is..but I wasnt going to let-" 

She holds up a hand. "I dont need you to explain yourself she says. You have no need to." she says and then lowers her hand and shrugs, and smiles as if all is right in the world, and that she's totally unbothered. 

Seeing the confused look on my face, she looks around and then gestures for me to walk towards the dining area where it's quieter.

"We're not a thing Colson. It's fine. I get it, you and Parker have chemistry, obviously, you were together before, so why not now?" she says, and I can tell she's trying to play it off, but something in her tone of voice makes it sound forced, makes it sounds a little angry. 

"I dont have a thing with Parker, and there is zero chemistry with her." I say and he laughs. 

"Don't treat me like im stupid Colson, because that is worse than finding the guy who you watched each other get off with last night, and then licked your cum from your fingers this afternoon, was just keeping himself entertained till he could get his dick sucked by another bartender of his tonight." she says going to turn around .

Okay, so she defintely was NOT alright. Good. I didn't want her to be. Because that would suck even more, knowing she didnt give a shit whether she had me or not. 

"Kate" I say grabbing her arm. 

She pulls it from me and glares. 

"Don't Colson, really. It's fine." she says. 

"You were gonna fuck Jake, how is that any different?" I ask. 

She turns to me and looks at me. 

"That was before we masturbated together...before you got me off behind the back of your fucking building" she whisper yells. 

"You said you were going to screw him though, on the phone." I say. 

She rolls her eyes. "Because it was pissing you off, and turning me on to hear you not want another man to have me." she says and turns again and I grab her wrist. 

"god damnit Colson" she whisper yells at me. "Stop it!" she hisses and pulls her wrist from me. 

"You were flirting with the suit." I say. 

"I saw you give him your number." I add.

"After I found you with your senior bartneder on her knees, so bite me Colson." she narrows her eyes. 

"Before that, I saw you flirting with him." I say. 

"Because Im a fucking bartender...is that not what every other girl behind your bar does? Flirt to get better tips from big dumb idiots?" she says. 

"You know what. This isnt going to work." she says. 

"clearly." she adds. "I'll just quit, and be out of your hair. And I bought some fucking curtains today, so you'll never have to fucking see me again." she says.

"no, you're not quitting" I say. 

"Yes I am." she says and turns and I call her name but she ignores me. I watch her walk over to the suit and tilt her head towards the door. The bastards eyes light up as he nods, and my hands curl into fists. 

Fuck.