Sasha (Mixed Drinks #1)
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Authors: Rae Matthews
Sasha
Copyright © 2014 Rae Matthews
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book is intended for a mature audiences.
Edited by: Missed Period Editing
Formatted By: Champagne Formats
Cover Design: Wicked By Design
Author Photo by: BC Fotos
To my B.B.C. girls... May your wood always be certified
WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE for the first time with someone, it’s a feeling like no other. You prance around with a shit-eating grin on your face, feeling like the whole world revolves around just the two of you. You don’t care that you haven’t seen your family and your friends in weeks, or the light of day for that matter; you just want to spend every waking moment with that person. You want him to hold you in his arms and pretend that real life is a dream, and that laying here in bed with just him is the reality. Cloud nine has nothing on the feeling of true love, right?
That is, until the moment the world comes crashing down around you when you once again realize that true love is actually a giant heap of dog shit. You know the kind; the large, stinky ones that when you step in the big steaming pile, it’s not just your shoes that are ruined, but your whole damn week is over, too. Because no matter how many times you scrub down in the shower, you just can’t seem to get that smell out of your nose. You suddenly remember that in a real world relationship, the super awesome, happily-ever-after bullshit that the cartoons and romantic comedies shove down our throats about the magic of love at first sight, true love, and the man that is too gorgeous for his own good are really just big fat lies, told to sell movie tickets.
To gullible idiots like me.
My name is Sasha Michaels, and I’m twenty-four years old. I live in the not too big yet not too small city of La Crosse. That’s in Wisconsin, for anyone who is geographically challenged like me. It’s a beautiful area, located right on the Mississippi River between scenic bluffs. It’s a pretty typical Midwestern community, but what do I know about typical? I’ve never really been anywhere else, except for a short trip to Mexico with my best friends last year, but that doesn’t exactly make me an expert on human dwellings in the developed world.
Here in La Crosse, we hold a festival for just about anything; we have a Corn Fest, June Dairy Days, Irish Fest, and the Famous Oktoberfest to name just a few. Basically, the festivals really just exist to give everyone an excuse to celebrate and party it up, Wisconsin-style. And don’t let me forget to mention... La Crosse has the proud honor of housing the world’s largest six-pack, holding 22,220 barrels of beer, thanks to the local brewery. In case you’re wondering how big that is, picture a two story building that is actually shaped like a six-pack of beer, complete with logos painted on it. The cans are actually holding tanks filled with real beer; pretty exciting stuff if you ask a tourist.
But back to the falling in love crap. My mom always says that although the cartoon fairytale is not real life, you
can
find your knight in shining armor; you just have to be willing to get your heart broken a few times until he comes along to rescue you.
Well mom, he better get off his lazy (and hopefully rich) ass and rescue me soon, or I think I may just have to become a nun.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I would be about as good at being a nun as Whoopi Goldberg was in
Sister Act,
but without the ability to sing or save the day. I would run to the nearest bar and drink as much as I could, then proceed to show my boobs to whoever would look in the hopes that they would kick me out of the nunnery. Not that my two besties, Megan and Sadie, would ever let me join a convent anyway. Megan, Sadie, and I have been best friends ever since I got custody of them in the break-up with one of my previous boyfriends, Tim.
Five years ago, Tim and I met at a local eighteen and over hangout. We hit it off, hot and heavy. As in,
take me out to your truck and fuck me now
. In my defense, my self-control didn’t stand a chance when I saw his hazel eyes staring at me from across the dance floor. He started to walk towards me, and I could see his tan, muscular arms screaming inside his tight white T-shirt. Not to mention, the bulge in is pants was calling my name.
“Sasha! Sasha, let me out and play with me, and I will make you come like never before.”
I have, or should I say
did have
a strict, no sex on the first date policy. But it wasn’t
really
a date since we had just met, so it didn’t count. Or so I told myself the next day, when I woke up remembering the field trip to the parking lot to see if the little man could really live up to my fantasy. Unfortunately, it was not as great as I had hoped.
After starting off on the wrong foot with Tim “I recall him fumbling for his keys like a 16 year old boy about to lose his virginity, then him kissing me like he wanted to eat my face” I should have seen the signs telling me to slam on the brakes right then. But it had been almost a year since my last roll in the hay, so I was horny as hell, and thought he would make up for it when we got down to it. As we quickly undressed our lower halves, I was disappointed to see that the bulge was not as impressive as I had hoped, but it was still adequate. And then it happened:
Orgasm, party of one, please
exploded between our bodies, and I realized that I was not the
one
invited. He was very sweet and apologetic about his early finish though, and not a jerk that got what he was after, so I chalked my lack of an orgasm up to a seat belt buckle being lodged in a not so nice place, and thought he was at least worthy of a call back for a second chance.
Tim called the next afternoon and took me out on a real first date that
night to
Top Shots
, the local pool hall. He was a perfect gentleman the whole night, not even once alluding to the fact that he had already seen me naked and was just there to see it again later. Tim really had me fooled; he opened the doors for me, showed interest in what I had to say, and didn’t even look at another chick while we were together. I was hooked...even if he wasn’t all that great in the sack; I figured that could always be an acquired skill. I was once again entangled in the new relationship fog and could not see anything but him and his potential.
Long story short, I became fast friends with Megan and Sadie after meeting them at one of Tim’s parties. They were dating Tim’s friends, Matt and Will, and were part of the social group I was eager to join. A year or so later, Megan, Sadie, and I were out to dinner when they surprised me with a rather odd question.
“So, Sadie and I were wondering, what’s it like being in an open relationship?” Megan blurted. I could see them both fidgeting and eagerly awaiting my answer, as if I had the inside scoop on the next winning lottery ticket numbers or something.
My jaw dropped. I’m sure I looked like a deer in headlights, as I had no idea what they were talking about. Tim and I had been dating at that point for a year and a half, and had just gotten an apartment together. As far as I knew, it was just Tim and I in a monogamous relationship, heading down the road to our own version of
happily ever after
.
“Um...What?! What The hell are you talking about? I’m not in an open relationship!” I yelled.
Megan and Sadie were now in extreme panic mode, fumbling over their next words.
That was obviously not the answer they were looking for
. We had agreed a while back not to gossip about our relationships because we didn’t want all that drama in our circle of friends. I’m now regretting that pact, because I probably would have learned of Tim’s shenanigans much sooner.
