Sasha (Mixed Drinks #1) (7 page)

“Oh. Got it.”

“I figured I should probably tell you my name so you can call me something other than... Stallion.” He says, grinning at me with that sexy little smile of his.

Sebastian.
Bash
.
What a sexy name
. Could I have expected anything less from My Stallion? Not something you hear all the time, either. I can just hear myself calling his name out while he plays with my lady parts.
Oh hell, I need to get my head out of the gutter
. I’m going to start moaning out loud soon, and then he will think I’m a freak or something. The fire is not helping, either. The glow bouncing off of his perfect skin and the way his eyes glimmer from the flicker of the flames is memorizing.

“So, Sebastian-” I start.

“No, call me Bash. Really only my Grandpa calls me Sebastian,” he interrupts.

“Ok Bash, looks like it’s just the two of us left out here. Can I trust you to sit here and not take advantage of me?”

“I’m not sure you are going to be able to control yourself if I happen to get a little too close.”

We let out a little sexual frustration, chuckle, and start to just talk. We don’t talk about anything very important. I tell him about working at the
Broken Jukebox,
and how much I love it, and how that makes it harder to try and figure out what I should really be doing with my life.

He tells me that he’s twenty-seven, and talks all about the family business he helps to run. He and his parents own a small motel just outside of town in Stoddard. He and His dad also have a small guide service for vacationing fishermen that come to town.

We talk with ease, as if we have known each other for years. I smoothly put my hand on his arm, and give him a little nudge when I think he’s teasing me, and he has no problem putting his hand on my thigh, slightly caressing my skin several times.

The fire is starting to die, but we realize we are out of wood. The cool air that the fire had been pushing back was finally finding its way to us. It feels good on my slightly burnt skin. My body shivers as the wind blows a gust toward us. Bash notices and pulls me closer, sharing his body heat.

“You’re getting cold and it’s getting late. We should probably go to bed,” Bash says.

“I really don’t want this night to end,” I reply honestly.

“I know, neither do I. But the sun will be up in a few hours, and we really should get some sleep.”

“I know. I guess I’m just not looking forward to sleeping all alone in that tent,” I say with a grin.

Bash lets out a laugh. “I see where you’re going with this, but like I said, I’m not prepared.”

“Oh, get your mind out of the gutter! Contrary to my actions earlier, I’m really not that easy,” I smirk.

“Pardon me for being presumptuous. May I ask what you meant by your previous statement?”

“I just
meant
that I was not looking forward to sleeping alone in my tent. Nothing more. Just that simple,” I flirt back.

“I see. So if I offered to join you, and promised to control myself, you would accept?”

“Only if you pinky swear that you will be on your best behavior,” I say as I stick out my right pinky.

“I think I can handle that,” he says while locking his pinky with mine.

We head for my tent, and as I kneel down to open the zipper, I can feel him crouch down behind me. “Hey, let me help you with that,” I can feel his breath on my neck as he says it. I let go of the zipper pull and allow him to unzip the doorway. I thought he was going with the hands off approach, but I guess he is going for the
I’m gonna get you all hot and bothered and then let you try to go to sleep
approach.

We climb inside the tent, and I unzip my sleeping bag all the way to turn it into a blanket that we can both lay on. He zips the door shut, and then turns toward me. “I’ll sleep next to the door, just in case I need to fight off any angry critters,” he says with a wink.

I might be the only thing he will need to fight off if he keeps this up
. We lay down, and he quickly pulls me closer. I place my head on his chest, and can hear his heart beating. It’s beating so fast.
Almost as fast as mine.
We don’t say anything, and I can feel my eyes getting heavy. I move my head just enough to be able to look into his eyes once more before I fall asleep.

I can feel the sun warming the inside of the tent. It’s bright, and heat is seeping through the vinyl walls. I want to keep my eyes closed forever, and wish it could still be last night just a little longer. I slowly open my eyes, hoping to see Bash lying next to me. Though as I pry my tired eyes open, I see that he is gone. I’m disappointed, but I suppose it is a good thing since, I’m sure to be the last one up. Megan and Sadie would never let me live it down if Bash were to exit my tent with me.

I roll over and put my head into my pillow, hoping that this is the dream, and I will wake up next to Bash any moment. I can feel a vibration next to me, and realize that my phone has a message for me. I slowly lift my head and reach for it. After a quick swipe on the screen, it comes alive.

Bash: Good Morning. I’m sorry I had to leave before you woke up. I want to see you again so I hope you don’t mind that I programmed my number in your phone and yours in mine.

My heart sank and fluttered all at once.
Bash was gone. But he wanted to see me again!
I wonder for a moment how long I should wait before I text him back. I don’t want to seem desperate or too eager or anything.
Should I even text him at all?
Yesterday had its bumps, but for the most part, it was a perfect night, and on that night he was the perfect man.
Do I want to destroy that beautiful illusion when I find out that he really does have a girlfriend and was just living in the movement last night, or that maybe he will be a bed-wetter or some shit?

I sit there staring at my phone for a few solid minutes more. “Oh Sasha, quit making such a big deal about this,” I say out loud to myself.
Oh fuck it
. One quick text would be ok. I mean, I owe it to my vagina to at least see where this could go. I bring my phone to life and speak my message.

Sasha: Good Morning Bash, I had a great time last night. I look forward to seeing you again soon.

I double-check the words in the text message, since this is one text that I really want to be right; the last thing I need right now is to look like a giant idiot because my phone hates me. I hit send quickly before I have the chance to change my mind.

I pack up my things and get ready to go find Megan and Sadie to give them the details of my evening. I’m sure they are awake, and must be having a staring contest with my tent, waiting for me to get my ass up.

When I crawl out of my tent, the sun blinds me for a moment. As I look up, I see Megan and Sadie sitting on their beach chairs facing me.
Yup, staring contest
. I see smiles on their faces, and when I turn to grab my things and break down the tent, I hear Sadie say, “Oh fuck a pink baboon, Megan. You win.” I shoot them both a look, and they start laughing. It’s pretty clear what they bet on. I’m sure that they were sitting there, waiting for the walk of shame show, and that must be the reason that they didn’t come screaming into my tent to wake me up for the lowdown.

After quickly taking my tent down, Megan and Sadie begin listing every possible scenario that could have occurred last night, and they try to guess how my evening went. I walk over to them, trying to act like I have no idea what they have been talking about, even though they made no effort to hide it from me.

“So, when are we going to head back in?” I ask.

“Oh, hell no! You are not getting away with that as your opener. We have been sitting here, waiting the last hour for you to get up and tell us what happened!” Megan shouts, as Sadie nods her head in agreement.

“Why? I have no idea what you are talking about,” I say, an
I’m not going to tell you shit
grin plastered on my face.

My friends are about to freak out on my ass and start in on the third degree when my phone buzzes in my back pocket. My eyes pop and I grab it.
I have a text message
. I close my eyes again, hoping that it will be from Bash. Also hoping that he tells me that he has been thinking about me, and that he wants to see me right now. I open my eyes, and then the message, and see that parts of my wish came true. It
is
a message from Bash, and I can’t hold back the smile that is forming on my face.

Bash: What are you doing Wednesday?

My smile turns into a full-fledged, dopey ass grin. When I started to jump up and down, you would have thought I just won the lotto or something. “He wants to see me again on Wednesday!” I shout. Megan and Sadie jump up from their chairs and join me in a ring around the rosie dance, all while screaming and hugging each other.

THE LAST FEW DAYS COULD not have gone by any more slowly. Bash and I messaged each other a few times, but we really only talked about the details for Wednesday. We decided to keep it low key and just go out for a few drinks and appetizers. I had to work that afternoon, so I told him to pick me up at five o’clock. He then teased me, asking if that was in real time or girl time.
At least I know he does have a sense of humor
.

Tuesday night, Megan and Sadie came over to help me decide on an outfit. I never go on a first date without my fashion forward friends’ advice. I learned my lesson the hard way after I once went out on a first date to a nice restaurant wearing regular jeans and a She-Ra T-shirt. I thought I was showing that I was fun and laid back, but I guess he thought I was being lazy or a smartass of some sort.

Even though my date with Bash was supposed to be low key, he still insisted on taking me to
Piggy’s Blues Lounge
. It was actually an upper-scale restaurant with a lounge attached, featuring the atmosphere necessary to set the mood.

Three hours, two bottles of wine, and one decimated closet later, our search for the perfect outfit was over. We finally decided on my Lucky Jeans, a dark wash and with just a few small rips along the thigh and hips. They were skin-tight, and they have never failed me before. On top we chose a black sequined, slightly loose V-neck tank, paired with my glittery red demi-stilettos. We were all sure that this outfit couldn’t fail me.
Yes, the shoes looked like something taken out of the Wizard of Oz, but that was the magic about them
. They made my ass look even better in my jeans, and all of the items together should get his mind right where I want it.

Normally, I would try to hold off from sex for at least a few weeks or a month after dating a guy, so that I didn’t seem like such a slut. It also helped to keep them coming back to get to know me better before they got the
prize
that they were after. Because really, how many people do you know who banged their husbands on the first few dates? Yes, there are probably a few special examples out there, but come on. This is La Crosse, Wisconsin. That shit just doesn’t happen here. Plus, my inner volcano has been screaming for an eruption, and I figure that a happy volcano makes for a happier me, so why not take the plunge? Besides, my old rule had been landing me total freaks lately anyway, so maybe it was time to shake things up a little.

After choosing an outfit, I had successfully convinced myself that it was ok to have sex with Bash tonight. As I started thinking about how the date might end, I started to daydream about him. I realized that I hadn’t had another daydream of Bash since before the beach party. Before I knew it, Bash was mentally pushing me up against the wall while unbuttoning my jeans, sliding them down my thighs just enough for him to slip his hand inside my panties and tease my lady bits. As he kisses my neck, he caresses me down below. Bash is taking it slow, teasing me with his fingers, and slipping one in and out ever so tenderly. Then with a sudden thrust of passion, he starts using two, and with them he introduces himself to my g-spot.
Oh glorious g-spot, how I love thee
. He continues to bring me closer to ecstasy while kissing me with such passion that I can feel myself preparing for him to be inside me. My heart is pounding, and now I
need
him inside me. I have to feel his cock thrusting between my legs. I’m getting so close, and I can feel the release forming when he stops to ask, “Do you have any more toilet paper?”
What?
I snap out of it, just to realize that Sadie is the one asking me the question, and My Stallion is nowhere to be seen.