She came barreling into my life out of nowhere. The bar was mostly empty so when she threw the door open, only the bartender and I noticed. She stood maybe five feet tall, her dark black hair was in a pixie cut and she was petite in all her ways. She wore a short dress that ended at her knees. She had a large purse under her arm.

She looked around the bar. I turned away from her because I didn’t think that it really mattered all that much. Went back to my beer, waiting for my sandwich. I felt someone slam on the stool next to me. It was her. I glanced away from my phone out of the corner of my eye.

“Whiskey,” she told the bartender.

“ID,” he replied.

“Come on,” she whined.

“You look like you’ve barely made sixteen.”

“Fair.”

She opened her bag and handed the bartender her ID. He looked it over. Nodded and put a shot glass in front of her. She drank the brown liquid and I heard her let out a loud groan.

“That’s whiskey?” she said.

“What do you expect?” the bartender asked.

“I don’t know, not that.”

“If you haven’t drank it before, why did you order it?”

“I don’t know I thought that it’s what you drink.”

“Why?” I asked my curiosity getting the better of me.

She looked at me. She had large doe eyes that were a dark blue. She stared at me for a long time. I think she was taking me in. I’m not the most impressive specimen, I’ll readily admit, I’m not built, I’m just skinny. I was wearing a pair of jeans, Cons, a t-shirt and hooded sweatshirt.

“It’s just… I’ve had a night,” she said.

“What kind of night? Do you want to talk about it?” I asked her.

“I would love to.”

The waitress came out with my sandwich, a BLT, and a pile of chips on a plate.

“Hungry?” I asked turning the plate towards her.

“I’m a vegetarian,” the woman said.

“Garcon,” I said to the bartender. “Veggie burger and…”

“Fries,” she said.

“Fries,” I said.

The waitress nodded and walked back into the back. I’m unsure of what I’m doing. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what’s come over me.

“Thank you,” she said. “Bought me a burger without even knowing my name.”

“Which is?” I asked.

“Diane.”

“Jack.”

“Nice to meet you.”

She took a few chips off my plate and crunched into them. The bartender without any other guidance brought her a glass of water. She drank it.

“So, what happened?” I asked her.

“Well, I’m recently broken up. As in about three hours ago. I went out with my boyfriend who I thought by this time was going to be my fiancee. Turns out, he’s been cheating on me for the last year. You know what’s kind of funny. I got the text from his current fuck buddy the minute he pulled out of the ring. It was a shot of the two of them in bed. Her mouth around his dick,” Diana said.

The bartender and I both let out an “oof” noise.

“Yeah,” she said. “I went nuts. I screamed at him in the restaurant and stormed out. I started walking. I found myself here. Thought I would get drunk.”

“I don’t think that’s the best idea,” I said.

“As much as I would like the sales, I don’t think that’s the wisest,” the bartender said.

“Yeah, that one shot of whiskey has put me off the idea,” Diana said.

The waitress brought out her vegetarian burger and she tucked into it. She had a good appetite.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that,” I said to her.

“Thanks,” she said between bites.

We ate in silence. We finished at roughly the same time. The bartender took our plates away.

“Tell me how you’re feeling,” I asked her.

She did. She spoke for a long time about the problems that she didn’t notice. The regret that she was feeling. The pain that she felt. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t a known entity. I was a third party that she could easily forget when she walked out of that door. I didn’t interrupt that much, only asking her a few questions. She didn’t drink anymore alcohol. But the waters eventually got to her and she went to the bathroom. She came back out and sat down.

“I’m so fucking tired,” she said.

“Do you have a place to stay?” I asked her.

“Yeah, my boyfriend and I didn’t live together. We were planning on moving in together after we got engaged.”

“How about I get you an Uber?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I feel kind of responsible after all of this.”

“How’d you get here?”

“I drove.”

“Could you just give me a ride home?”

“Would you feel okay doing that?”

“I’m feeling like taking a risk tonight. I also have mace in my purse.”

“That’s fair.”

We slid off of our bar stools. I had already paid my tab. We walked out of the bar and I walked her down the street to my car. I kept it clean for anyone who happened to ride with me. I asked her address and favorite music.

“Please put on Taylor for me,” she replied.

I did so. I started driving.

“You know that was really nice offering me the Uber,” she said.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said.

“The fact of the matter is that the waitress vouched for you. We ran into each other in the bathroom.”

“Oh. That was nice of her.”

“You have a very calming presence.”

“Thank you. I think I can get excitable at times but I figure you didn’t really need that energy in your life.”

She laughed.

“I don’t know what I need,” she said.

“How about I give you my number and we can figure it out together?” I asked.

I don’t know what came over me to say that to her. I don’t have any romantic or lustful feelings towards her. I just want to be friendly and help. She is pretty. I don’t even know how I ended up here, driving her home.

“That sounds good,” she said. “What’s your number?”

I tell her. We arrived at her house and we got out. I walked her to her door.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked me.

“Sure,” I said.

When we got through the door, she set her purse down and walked into the house. There was a little living room to the left. I sat down on the couch.

“Do you want some coffee?” she asked.

“No, thanks,” I said.

She walked into the kitchen. I knew what was coming. I could see it all falling into place like Tetris pieces. I felt that I should stop it. I don’t think she needed my dick. Would it make things better? What was she hoping to get out of this?

I wasn’t hard up. I was known at that bar because that’s usually where I could find a one night stand. I tried to do the right thing. I had gone home with some girls and we had done nothing. I had gone home with some girls and we had fucked into the morning. I remember one girl who started crying when I was on top of her. I got off of her and held her and spoke to her. We didn’t try again. I wasn’t what she needed.

She walked back into the room. She didn’t have coffee. She just walked up to me and straddled my lap. I let out air through my nose.

“I want to fuck you,” she said.

“Are you sure that’s the right idea?” I asked her.

“I don’t really care. I just want to fuck. I don’t care if you’re here tomorrow. I don’t care if it’s this one time or not. I just want to fuck. I was with a cheater for years. Now I’m alone. If you want to give me this, fine. If you don’t, that’s fine too.”

She started playing with my belt. I sighed. I kissed her. She had apparently lied and gone to use mouthwash. Her breath tasted minty. The smashing of our lips together wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t nice. It was just lust.

She was grabbing at my pants as we kissed. I didn’t want this to be terrible for her. I pulled her hands away from me. I took her and laid her on the couch. I unbuttoned her dress far enough that I could get at her breasts. I pulled them out of her bra and ran my hands over them. Running my thumb over the little pebbles that were her nipples. I brought my mouth to them and kissed them until they hardened. She let out a contented sigh.

While I worked her there, my hand reached under her skirt and into her panties. She was already wet. I ran my fingers along her folds. I kissed between her breasts as I started pulling off her panties. I let them fall to the floor. She bunched her dress around her waist. I started to run my tongue along her pussy. She was clean shaven. She was responsive. Hands in my hair. I thought about the man that was there before me. I assumed the selfish ass didn’t do his duty.

I tongued her clit. Pressing my tongue into it. I listened to the way she groaned and adjusted myself to it. I sucked her clit into my mouth. I didn’t go as hard as I could. She seemed receptive to it. I could hear her revving up. There were no more words. She was breathing heavy. She was gripping me with her thighs. My face was starting to hurt. And then… release. She spasmed. Her stomach rumbled. I kept licking her through her orgasm. She achieved a second one.

She laid there, catching her breath. I kissed my way back up her body. I sucked on her neck. I played my fingers inside of her pussy.

“We don’t have to go any farther if you don’t want to,” I tell her and kissed her neck. “I’m happy with where I got you.”

“No,” she said. “No, I want to fuck you.”

She was on a mission. She grabbed at my belt and yanked it open. She pushed me off of her to sit on the couch. She yanked my pants down to my ankles. I sprung free. I can’t judge my size. Not small is all I know.

She took me into her mouth. I felt myself getting harder. I reached my maximum hardness. She was sucking me as if her life depended on it. My mind was in whirlpool of pleasure. I heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Felt the condom slip on me.

She climbed on top of me. She pulled open her lips and I slid inside of her. As she lowered herself on top of me, I was swept underwater by that whirpool. She began to move. There was no buildup. There was slow start. She moved back and forth upon me. She was in a race. I was her chariot. She was riding me towards a finish line for both of us. I wanted to hold on. I wanted to feel this even longer. I couldn’t. Her tightness. The act. It wall worked against me. I spilled into the condom. She thrust herself against me as I came. She was triumphant.

“Oh my God,” I said.

She climbed off of me. Sat on the couch next to me. We were both catching our breath.

“You don’t have to say yes,” she said. “Do you want to stay over?”

I didn’t know what was coming around the corner. I didn’t know if she was emotionally stable to be around or be in a relationship with. I just knew that I had just had one of the best nights of my life. Not because of the sex. I felt something with her. Something good.

“I think I want to take a risk,” I said to her.

She smiled and cuddled into my shoulder. We didn’t have sex again that night but we were still intimate. I carried her to the bed. We fell asleep holding each other.