It’s late. Later than I usually stay out, but tonight was different for me. Maybe it was the extra mojito at the bar, or the incredibly loud house music, but something about this night was off. There’s a chill in the air that doesn’t seem to fit in with August in San Francisco. Today is the day my small, perfect world seemed to be put under the microscope and put to the test. My once seemingly perfect relationship with Robert was crumbling at the seams, or rather, at his cute, eighteen year old assistant’s dress seams. I always had a feeling all the trips to New York and the late working seemed odd, but at the time and being as self absorbed as I usually am, I was able to ignore it or somehow normalize in my head, even though I could always tell from the looks my friends gave me that it was anything but normal. Combine that with the fact that just two weeks prior Robert had proposed to me, all the while carrying out this little arrangement with the assistant, was probably what landed me at this bar in a neighborhood I never came to. I set the glass down on the marble bar and stand, only to come face to face with a tall brunette, somewhere in her mid twenties, staring me down. Shit, I thought. It didn’t even occur to me that this could easily be a gay neighborhood.

“You look lost.” Her voice startles me; sounding surprisingly husky considering how feminine she looks.

“Oh, I uh,” I chuckle nervously, lacking any intelligence Meeting her eyes is almost impossible, theyre so dark. “Just on my way to the rest room.” I finally spit out.

“Sam.” She says, extending her hand and successfully stopping me from walking past her.

“Lola.” Her hand is warm compared to mine. I guess mines been tightly clutched around cold glasses all night.

“Bad night?” I furrow my eyebrows at her question. How can she possibly tell from fifteen seconds of conversation with me. Is it written all over my face?

I relent, realizing escaping to the bathroom isn’t going to happen and slide back onto the barstool. “You could say that, but it’s not a big deal.” I lie, looking down the bar to motion for another drink. She slides onto another stool next to me, and I can feel her stare.

“You know, they say it’s easier to tell your problems to a stranger. I don’t know you, therefore I can’t really judge you now can I?”

“I’ve heard that before, never really tested it out though.” I say, lifting the martini glass to my lips, savoring the burning feeling.

“Maybe you should.” Her hand rests on mine and I tense up. She obviously has the wrong idea about me but something is stopping me from telling her this. I just don’t know what it is yet.

“Relationship problems.” I choke out.

She nods, sipping on a beer. “Ah, those kinda problems.” She quirks an eyebrow and the thought skips through my mind at how incredibly sexy this girl is.

This atmosphere was rubbing off on me.

I shrug, downing more vodka in a half hearted attempt to loosen up. “I’m kinda just looking to forget about it tonight, if that’s alright with you.”

She nods again, removing her hand and leaning back a bit. “Well Lola, it just so happens that forgetting is my specialty.”

I smile slightly, feeling the warmth from the alcohol creeping up my spine. “Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.”

She stands, holding out her hand. “Come on.” And before I know what I’m doing, I’m grabbing her hand and being led to the bathroom. My brain isn’t given much time to compute whats going on before my back is shoved against one of the stall’s and her mouth is on mine. I guess I’d never really given any thought as to what kissing another girl would be like. It’s much softer, more concentrated, like our lips just melt into one anothers. The alcohol is flooding my brain making it impossible to resist this. Her hand slides up my shirt and I lean back against the wall, breaking from the kiss and attempting to take a breath. I feel her laugh against me.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” She practically whispers.

I blush, looking down away from her eyes. “is it that obvious?”

Her hand that was creeping up my shirt stops on my rib cage, and she leans close to my ear, breathing into it making it that much harder to attempt to stop this. “Just relax. You said you wanted to forget and believe me, you will. For tonight anyway.”

I sigh, opening my eyes just in time to see her leaning back in and kissing me. And it’s then I realize I don’t care anymore. Her tongue slides in my mouth and I melt into the kiss, tasting the cheap beer she was drinking. Her hand moves higher, her knee sliding between my legs and I take another moment to break the kiss to breathe and take in the feeling. She takes advantage of this to lean in and kiss my neck, her tongue and teeth moving in perfect rythym with her knee. I feel myself moving against her, breathing harder and sliding my hands up her sides. Her hand makes no hesitation and slides up underneath my bra, grabbing ahold of my breast roughly and I hear myself moan, having to find her lips again. Once I feel her thumb slide over my nipple I lose whatever shy, subtle control I did have and grab her sides more roughly, pulling her body into mine and kissing her harder. This is about forgetting, this is about enjoying the moment. This is about revenge.

She moves her knee, and slides her hand down to my thigh, pulling on my lip with her teeth and smirking at the amount of control she knows she has over me right now and I rest my head on her shoulder. Her hand creeps up my thigh, under my skirt right to my panties and she rubs her fingers against me. The feeling is so incredible that I have to rest my mouth against her neck so I don’t get too loud.

“Mmm, that’s right Lola, so wet for me.” I shudder at her words as she slides my panties to the side and trails one finger along my slit, before beginning to enter me. At this point I literally have to kiss her neck to keep my mouth preoccupied and apparently she likes it because her hand moves quicker at this point, her finger sliding in and out of me before adding another. I break the contact with her neck off, panting against it. I clutch onto her arm tightly, and she pulls my face up to look in her eyes as she fucks me. Face to face contact during sex is usually not my thing, but something about her eyes stops me and I can’t look away. Her thumb works my clit fast and perfect, I realize. It’s just perfect, and I know no man could make me feel like this.

“Come on Lola, cum for me. You need it.”

And before I can even register half of what she says, I’m shuddering against her, climaxing like it’s the last time I’ll ever climax.

I rest my head in her neck once more, breathing hard and trying to stop my head from spinning off into another galaxy. I look up at her finally and shes smiling. But its not the cocky smirk I was expecting. It’s just a genuine smile, like she’s proud of herself and me. She kisses me slowly, stuffs a business card in my pocket and steps back.

“Call me sometime. Don’t be afraid. Oh, and Lola?”

I exhale slowly. “Yeah?”

“You were great, Babe.” And with that, and a very sexy wink, Sam was gone.

And I, I was satisfied. Probably for the first time in my life.

THE END.