The Encounter

I looked across the bartop to Eric. He looked exactly how he had the previous night when I looked at him. He did look delicious, but this coffee was more enticing. Callista and Dimitri were still asleep, and as soon as I awoke, so was Eric. He made both of us coffee as we sat there in silence. I didn't know what to do. This was different than when I was with Dimitri. Dimitri was easier. I could leave when I wanted, and there were no lingering emotions. I know Eric. I've known him for years.

"How's the coffee?" he asked.

Our eyes finally met, "Good."

"So-"

"How did you meet Callista?" I asked.

He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek before releasing a sigh, "She explained it yesterday. Did you want the full story?"

A smirk formed at the corner of his mouth. He was enjoying this. I don't think so, not today.

"Wouldn't hurt," I firmly replied, "I mean, I didn't realize we were fucking the same woman."

His hand gripped his coffee cup to compose himself " I hadn't fucked her til last night. Right before you showed up."

I managed to keep my breathing steady. What exactly was Eric trying to do here? My eyes searched the countertop as I tactfully caressed my exposed neck down towards my breasts. I licked my lips before giving him a lustful teasing glance while giving him a little smirk of my own. I don't know why I'm acting this way. It feels right.

"Okay," he conceded, "It started two days ago."

"Did you want another, Eric?" Tanya asked me.

I glanced at her before looking down, "Did I mess it up with her?

"With whom?" Tanya teased while pouring me another double shot of cognac.

"Very funny, you know who," I sulked, "Ivy."

Tanya inhaled sharply before placing my glass before me, "Look, it caught her by surprise."

I gave her a quizzical look in response.

"The way you dress, you go on dates with guys," Tanya started to list off, "It gives off an, I'm not straight vibe."

"I've never done anything with any of them," I drunkenly confessed, "I use that as a cover to get closer to her."

Her jaw dropped in shock.

"She assumed one day," I continued, "For some reason, I looked just as you do now and didn't know how to react nor respond to her."

I had seized the glass on the bartop and began gulping down its contents. Could I be any more of a damn loser right now? How much of a coward could I possibly be? I don't even know anymore.

"Okay," Tany said, lowering the glass from my mouth. That was a foolish way of going about this, but you did tell her the truth. That has to count for something."

I could hear the pitiful tone in her voice, "Thanks, Tanya."

"I'm sorry. Is Ivy here by chance?" an older woman asked her. She was pretty attractive. Her red dress had a deep neck cut, exposing her voluptuous chest. Her deep red lips matched her hair color. Her scent was warm and inviting. She was stunning despite her age. Why was she asking about Ivy? Come on, drunk brain, think.

"She won't be here until Friday," Tanya replied. We're not as busy during the week, so only one of us is needed."

"Shame, I was looking for fun," the older woman responded.

"Oh, that's who you are," I spoke. in a low growl.

Her eyes left Taya's and were now on mine. I said that out loud, didn't I? Too late to take it back.

"Ivy," I said, "You're the one she's fucking."

Her eyes glanced down before looking back at mine, "Is this seat taken?"

I looked over as she sat on the barstool next to me. She situated herself before looking back at Tanys. " Please give me the best Cabernet bottle you have."

I took another sip from my glass, feeling more pity for myself; I didn't have money like her. She is beautiful and rich, damn.

As Tanya delivered the wine and filled glass to her, she handed her a few hundred in reply.

"Keep it," she insisted before dismissing Tanya. She sipped her wine glass, " I take it you're one of Ivy's lovers?"

I shook my head slightly, "No."

She blinked before taking another drink, "One night stand?"

"No," I repeated.

She gave a slightly puzzled look, "Close friend?"

I thought about it for a moment, "Not now."

"Angry young man?" she clarified with a smile.

I wanted to tell her she was wrong and to leave me the fuck alone, but she had this feeling about her. She wasn't being defensive now rude, so I didn't have to be. I drank more from my glass to help.

"I want her," I confessed, "I want her and she's fucking you and your husband."

She raised her brows slightly, still smirking as the red wine graced her lips again, "That's what this is about?"

"I've the one that's been there and known her for years. I convinced her to stop using that vibrator so she could have actual sex. I was there," I prompted like a child.

She lightly giggled, "Young man, you sure have a lot of heart and desire."

The sensuality in her tone distracted me from my frustrations. I glanced back at her to see an alluring woman looking back at me. She crossed her legs, exposing her black garter beneath her dress. Was I wrong, or was she trying to seduce me? Or am I that drunk?

She licked the wine from her lips before glancing back at me, "I'm Callista."

She extended her right hand. I glanced back before taking it with a slight nod, "Eric."

"Nice to meet you, Eric," Callista purred. I opened my mouth to no avail. No sound came out. I looked back at my glass and took another swig.

"And, yes, I am the woman who's fucking her," she confirmed, "Along with my husband."

I inhaled sharply before drinking more. The glass was starting to multiply in slow motion blurrily. Luckily, this Cognac was kicking in. I felt a warmth on my right forearm, revealing her caressing me.

"What if I told you there was a way you could?" she offered.

"Could what?" I shook my head. I'm drunk and confused right now.

"You can finally fuck her," she simplified.

"Sorry, I must be drunk," I shook my head, "Fuck her?"

"Yes," she confirmed.

"H-how can you do that?" I stammered.

"Come to bed with me," she invited.

I choked my drink back into its glass. I wiped away the liquor from my mouth. What the fuck did she just say?

"What?" I choked.

She let out a soft chuckle, "Don't be so surprised. I'm certain you get propositioned a lot."

She wasn't wrong, but I don't have as much experience as she'd think. She didn't need to know that.

"Well," I swallowed, "I'm not sure how to reply."

Her hand left my arm and went to my right thigh,

I went to her place the other night," she started, "I saw a picture of the two of you. You were younger. You could see it in your eyes, even in the picture."

I felt my cheeks blush slightly, "That obvious?"

"No," she said, "I'm that experienced."

I turned to look at her, only to be met with her warm lips upon mine. Instinctually, my body took the lead. I wrapped one arm around her soft waist and pulled her in closer. The warm scent of vanilla and orchid engulfed me as my other hand slid up her breast to grasp her nape.

She pulled back quickly, "Calm down, young man."

Her cheeks were flustered. She wanted me. I leaned in once more, but she pushed back in retreat.

"I thought you wanted me to come home with you," I stated.

"You're very drunk," she reminded. How about we go out tomorrow? I have a few new outfits I want to buy. Ivy has to work here, so she can't come."

I released her as she sat back on her barstool, "Why?"

She licked her lips before finishing the contents of her wine glass. She seized the bottle by the neck before standing. I looked after her as she took my hand. Quickly and gently, she wrote across my palm before kissing me on the cheek and exiting the bar. What the hell just happened? I just got propositioned for Ivy by her sugar momma. Or the couple she's fucking? Just not Ivy herself? I do want her. I never thought of her and another woman at the same time. I'm not opposed to it.

"Fuck," I sighed while running my fingers through my hair. I looked back down at my hand to see a phone number. Callista's phone number.