“She’s a California red in a dive bar, hourglass body like a guitar… Can’t blame ‘em if they want her like I do… If I was just a guy with across the room view, I’d be jealous too if she was with you…”


There were some days when Charlotte was really glad her boss was successful. Today was one of those days. Success meant her boss being out of the office. And being out of the office meant that Charlotte could call Jules and dish on all the details of the previous night. Of course when she left the night before without any warning, Jules had been worried. Not worried enough to actually call anyone to start a search or anything, but worried enough to think, hey where’s my friend? Charlotte did however text her when she got back to her apartment to let her know that everything was okay, but by that point, Jules was long asleep.

Between trying to get actual work done, a rousing text conversation with a boy she’d met at a work event, and filling Jules in, Charlotte was sure she was doing a half-assed job on all of them. But she also didn’t think she should stop trying to do all of them at once.

“Wait, he said he was an athlete?” Jules hummed over the phone. Charlotte nodded her head even though Jules couldn’t see her, “what sport’s he play?”

“I didn’t ask,” Charlotte commented while simultaneously writing out a text to the boy.

“You had one job!”

“I thought my job was to fuck him. And I did. And I think I did it pretty well. I should get a raise,”

Jules let out a long, frustrated sigh. They'd been on the phone for the better half of an hour, discussing details and trying to figure out who Darcy was. “What am I supposed to type into Google? Athlete Darcy?”

“Yeah, try it.”

Jules huffed in annoyance and from over the phone, Charlotte could hear her typing away. “Darcy Wilson, Darcy Sharpe, Darcy Golden…” her voice trailed off, “they’re all women.”

Charlotte returned her focus to her actual work, typing up a memo for her boss. “Definitely don’t think I slept with a girl last night, but I was a little buzzed, so who really knows?”

After a few more clicks, “this is impossible! They’re all girls,”

Charlotte tried not to laugh too hard at her friend. It was cute that she was trying to find out the identity of her one night stand, but it really didn’t matter. Knowing who he was wasn’t going to change their situation. They were just screwing around, literally.

“Has he called at least? Texted? Sent a carrier pigeon?”

“Now that you mention it, it was the strangest thing… This morning a pigeon was tapping at my window…” Jules nearly screamed over the phone, and Charlotte just laughed harder. “He’s doing work or whatever. He’ll get in touch if he wants to get in touch. And if he doesn’t, you and I are going out. It’s Friday night, we’re going out dancing, and no boy is getting in the way of that. I don’t care how fabulous his penis is!”

“Dammit, Char! You should’ve taken a picture,” her voice cut off quickly. “I gotta go, my manager just got in. Me, you, North End, nine o’clock.”

The line when dead and Charlotte set her phone down on her desk. Tonight was going to be fun whether or not Darcy called. She and Jules never had a bad time together, and surely never had a bad time at North End.

The bar was as close to a honky tonk as you could get in southern California. Mostly it was a dive bar with an open floor plan and a couple pool tables stuffed in the corner. They played classic rock and country music exclusively, so you always knew what you were getting into. But more than anything, if you did get dressed up to go to North End, you looked out of place. That was right up Charlotte’s alley. She could wear a pair of jeans that hugged her hips just right and a shirt that showed just enough without looking like she tried too hard. Like every other bar she’d ever gone to, the guys could get annoying and overbearing, especially since there was a place to dance. Most times it was for line dancing or some form of a two-step, but other times, it didn't really matter how you were dancing just so long as you were dancing. So yes, when the girls started to shake their butts, the guys behaved like devolved humans.

She just had to make it until six o’clock. Then she’d be free of this office for the weekend, she could grab a bite to eat and get changed, and she could drink and dance her worries away. And time couldn’t have gone by slower. She figured the anticipation of what was to come made her an extremely productive employee. By the time her boss called to get patched into her conference call, Charlotte had already finished her day’s work, and had even gotten ahead. By Monday morning, she’d be behind again, but at least she could ring in the weekend feeling like she had accomplished something; regardless of how small and insignificant it was.

When she finally got to leave, and Darcy still hadn’t called or texted, she figured he wasn’t going to. She could find someone else to sleep with if she really wanted to; not that she really wanted her one night stands to pile up. Or maybe she’d continue to flirtatiously text the guy from the work event; Travis. Their bosses were working on a movie together, which gave them actual reasons to talk about work. But on the side, they found that they also enjoyed talking about more personal things.

Though after a long day of mostly gossip, Charlotte almost didn’t want to leave her apartment. It was just so cozy. Nothing too extravagant, but definitely more than what she thought she’d be able to afford at twenty-four. The fact that she was living alone in an apartment by the beach was more than she thought. Affording everything inside the apartment was just a plus. After fixing up something quick to nibble on, Charlotte freshened up and got changed. She didn't live too far from the bar, and figured she’d walk there since she didn’t plan on driving or walking back. It’d be nice to stretch her legs and get a little exercise in.

She took her time on the walk and got to North End a little after nine. Not seeing Jules in sight, Charlotte went to the bar and ordered two drinks, preparing for Jules’ impending entrance. It was on her way over to an empty table that Charlotte heard her first cat call of the night; some gross old man making note of how her jeans looked painted on. She could never understand catcalling. What part of man’s brain actually believed that by him yelling derogatory things would make a woman want to sleep with him? It was absurd. But she ignored his comment, despite wanting to turn around and tear his esophagus out of his neck, and sat down at the table, sipping her first cocktail of the night.

Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long for Jules. Not even five minutes later, she was coming into the bar, scoping around until she found Charlotte at the table. Jules, too, looked like a knockout, and earned herself some catcalls of her own, to which she also ignored. They caught each other up on the rest of their day, with Jules going on a long winded rant how twenty pages into Google, and all the athlete Darcy’s that showed up were women. Charlotte nodded obediently every so often, but really wasn’t putting much thought or attention into that conversation.

Before either of them felt ready to go out on the dance floor, they downed their first round of drinks. That got the blood flowing enough to not really care what anyone else thought. But mostly, made them not care that creepy guys were watching their bodies sway to the music. Quite obviously, the dance floor was mostly inhabited by women, with most of the men watching. When they got out there, they joined in on the line dance, creating small talk with the people around them just to be friendly. That’s when one of the guys came up beside Charlotte. At first she thought she’d be creeped out by the newcomer, but it was evident he was just hoping she’d teach him what to do. And honestly, Charlotte got a kick out of helping him. She held his hand and led him side to side, and back and forth, eventually setting her hands on his hips to get him to move them independently of the rest of his body.

It was hilarious, and he turned out to be rather sweet, but before they could talk much, Jules grabbed Charlotte and led her back to he table to sip on a new round of drinks. They’d been out there for about an hour and needed to catch up to get their buzz going. Charlotte checked her phone for the time. It was half past ten, but right below that, she saw a text message from an unknown number: You up?

She knew exactly who that was. And when she turned her phone around to Jules, she knew exactly who it was too. Charlotte couldn't believe he actually got in touch with her. It didn’t matter how booty call-ish that message seemed; he wanted more. She typed up a quick response and hit send: North End bar. It’s casual. Stop by.

Last night had left her wishing they could’ve gone another round. But with her having work, Charlotte had been pretty much forced out of the bed. Tonight though, they could go as many rounds as they wanted, and hopefully Darcy didn't have any work to do in the morning.

They took their time with this second round, continuing to chat and sing along with the music. When they were almost finished though, the bad dancer and a friend he had made came up to the table to invite Charlotte and Jules to dance. They accepted, quickly finishing that second round, and went out on the dance floor with the boys. Mr. Bad Dancer confessed that while he didn’t know how to two-step, he was sure Charlotte could teach him. She agreed he was probably right, and immediately got to it. She set one of his hands on her hip, and held his other hand in hers. What was difficult was trying to teach him how to lead without her taking the lead on the dance. She tried to show him that based on where he guided her hand with a certain step, it’d make her spin, or dip, or sway right along with him. He was okay after awhile, but Charlotte found herself having a good time with it. He was making her laugh with his self-deprecating humor.

They stayed out there, song after song, laughing and moving around awkwardly with each other. And it wasn’t until midway through a Rascal Flatts song, Charlotte put her hands on his hips and tried to get him to sway to the rhythm of the song. She threw her head back laughing as he failed to do so, and when she looked back at him, her breath caught in her throat.

She would’ve been able to spot him from a mile away because he looked so out of place. Charlotte had mentioned the bar was casual in her message, but there Darcy was; at the bar in a navy suit and tie. He was already looking at her when she saw him, but not in a creepy, brooding type of way. He looked… jealous. Like he was watching a girl he wanted, in the middle of something with another man. She tried to shake that notion out of her head because that wasn’t their agreement. They wanted each other for sex. End of story.

After a second, Darcy looked away and lifted his drink to his lips. No one was paying him any attention, probably because he looked like he didn’t belong. A stuffy guy in a suit? People would steer clear. While only half paying attention to Mr. Bad Dancer now, Charlotte scanned the room for Jules. She was back at the table with a boy of her own. But when they caught glances, Charlotte flicked her eyes towards the bar, and Jules knew right away which one was Darcy. She nodded at Charlotte, a silent consent that she’d understand if Charlotte left with him, and then got back into conversation with her own guy.

Charlotte excused herself from Mr. Bad Dancer as kindly as she could. She thanked him for being sweet and insisted she had fun, but she also wasn’t stupid enough to think he didn’t know why she was leaving him. His ego would be bruised for awhile, but then again, not once had she thought something serious was going to come from that guy, so she moved on.

She strode up to the bar, in between Darcy and an empty stool, and bent over the counter, leaning into the bartender, “can I get whiskey and sprite, please?”

“Enjoying yourself out there?”

Charlotte shot her eyes over to Darcy, “yes, thank you for asking.” She smiled back at the bartender as he handed her the drink. She fished her credit card out of her purse.

“You can put it on my tab,” Darcy interjected.

“No, you can run my card.” Charlotte thrust it into the bartender’s hand and wasn’t satisfied until he went to the other end of the bar to run it.

“Won’t let me walk you down to the car, won’t let me buy you a drink… Is there anything you will let me do?”

She sipped her drink and hummed, “you can eat me out.” Charlotte smiled at the bartender and took her card back, leaving a tip and signing her name on the receipt. She sat on the stool next to him and smiled at his goofy expression.

“I told you I would,”

“Unless that grosses you out,” she mentioned offhand. It was meant to mock him, and she hoped that’s how it came off. Fortunately, Darcy smiled, amused.

“It doesn’t gross me out.” He lifted his glass to his lips and took a long sip, staring at her from behind his glass. “You look really good tonight,”

Charlotte felt her cheeks get hot, and she nodded her head slowly, “as opposed to last night?” When Darcy tried to back track, Charlotte interrupted, “you know, you’re nowhere to be found. You wouldn’t happen to be lying about your name, or your job?” She played it off like she was kidding around, but she really hoped for a real answer.

“You Googled me?”

She shook her head vehemently, but Darcy just giggled. “My friend did. And she couldn’t find you online anywhere. Every mention of an athlete named Darcy, was a girl.”

“You think I’m a girl?” He smiled and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He flicked his eyes up to see Charlotte shaking her head, and then returned his attention to his phone. “You know Los Angeles has a hockey team?”

“Yeah,”

“You know who they played tonight?” He looked up, finding Charlotte shaking her head again. He handed his phone to her, “the Minnesota Wild.”

As she inspected his phone, she found that he’d typed his own name, first and last, into Google. And sure enough, there he was, in the Minnesota Wild gear. She looked up at him to make sure it actually was him. Charlotte tilted her head to the side and handed Darcy his phone, scooting forward on her stool to be closer to him. Their knees brushed against each other, but if Darcy noticed it, he made no hint of it. When he looked back up at her, she was taking a long pull of her drink, just staring at him.

He smiled and looked out at the rest of the bar. “That guy’s staring at you,” he nodded his head in the opposite direction.

Charlotte followed his gaze, where sure enough, Mr. Bad Dancer had locked on to them. “He’s looking at you; he’s jealous.”

Darcy stood up and finished the rest of his drink, fishing a couple bills out of his wallet, “he should be. I’m about to leave with the girl he wants.” He took her hand, waiting for her to take one last sip of her drink, before he led her out of the bar.

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Charlotte unlocked her front door and walked in with Darcy right behind her. He had suggested they go to her place tonight since his teammate would be in. As soon as they entered, Darcy went meandering around, looking at everything in her space. She just watched him go as she went to the kitchen for some water. When she came back, Darcy was by her corner desk, looking over some of the paperwork.

“Water or anything?”

Darcy looked up at her and walked back around the desk and up to her. He towered over her and nudged her chin up with his hand, “no, I just wanna…” he pressed his lips to hers.

She was more than willing to reciprocate, using his suit jacket to tug her closer to him. As she moaned into his mouth, she led him back to her bedroom. He parted from her lips in order take in his surroundings. It was different and quaint but he liked what he saw. All aspects of what he saw. Charlotte pushed his jacket off his shoulders and sent it crumpling to the ground. It got Darcy’s attention back on her, and he kissed her quickly before tugging her shirt up and over her head.

His eyes darted over her dark magenta bra and the way it accentuated her cleavage. He pressed his hands to her breasts and squeezed gently as he replaced his lips on hers. How he wanted her badly. To have her naked and writhing beneath him, to feel her body tugging at his. Together, their hands worked on getting her jeans past her hips and down her legs. Darcy chuckled as Charlotte leaned against him and used his sturdy frame as support as she stepped out of her pants. Finally just in her underwear, she looked up at Darcy and licked her lips.

He cradled her head in one hand and sucked her neck gently. “Show me where you want me,” he murmured against her skin.

Charlotte took his hand and pushed his index finger into her mouth. She sucked on it softly, running her tongue back and forth on it, then pulled it out with a pop. She guided his hand to her waist, and tucked their hands beneath her underwear, centering his finger over her clit and slid it over her slit.

Darcy smirked and curling his finger over her clit, nudging her back to her bed until she laid back on it, scooting up. He crawled over her and kissed her lips once, then her jaw and neck, and finally her chest, where he skillfully unclasped her bra. The fact that this one clipped in front didn't cause him to miss a beat at all. It was still off of her in seconds, and Darcy kissed and licked his way down her body, earning lustful coos from Charlotte. With the lower half of his body off the bed, and his chest resting on the bed in front of her, Darcy kissed her hip, down to the inner part of her thighs, and then finally on her clit. She let out a small giggle and Darcy looked up at her, peeling the thin lace away from her body.

Once she was left naked, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her legs apart. He opened his mouth around her center, and Charlotte let out a needy gasp. Her body shifted down onto Darcy’s mouth and he moaned against her, shaking his head back and forth as his tongue worked between her pussy lips. He rimmed her entrance and licked up to her clit, sucking on it softly. Her legs shut just slightly around his head, and Darcy ran his fingers down the sides of her thighs.

Without her even feeling his mouth leaving her, he had managed to lick his fingers and place them at her entrance. She hummed softly at the feeling of his fingertips, and he hummed back; a reassurance that he was going to give her what she wanted. He flicked his tongue against her clit while he sunk both his fingers into her at once. The result was her mouth dropping open and a moaning scream passing her lips. It nearly startled Darcy, who was now beginning to realize that in the privacy of her own home, Charlotte was much louder in bed than he initially thought. Her body shuddered and squeezed around his fingers, making the fit feel even tighter than before. Once her muscles relaxed, he began rocking his fingers in and out of her to match the rhythm of his tongue on her sensitive clit.

Charlotte mumbled out something so inaudibly that Darcy hummed, indicating that he needed her to repeat it. She dropped her hand to his hair and tangled her fingertips in it as she took a deep breath, “I could’ve gone home with the bad dancer.”

Darcy laughed so hard that he had to stop what he was doing momentarily. His fingers stopped moving and he pulled his mouth away from her, setting his forehead down on her thigh as his body shook with laughter. When he composed himself enough to look back at Charlotte, she was already smiling at him, scratching her fingers in his hair. “I’m sure his oral skills were just as poor as his dance skills,”

He twisted his fingers inside of her, his palm now face up and pushed them deeper inside of her. Charlotte let out a sharp shriek, feeling like he was going to tear her in two, but that shriek turned into a throaty groan as he curled his fingers inside of her to stroke her gspot. He returned his mouth to her clit, alternating between licking and sucking, sending vibrations through her body with each of his growls. With each passing lick and stroke, Darcy could see her body shaking a little bit more. And just when he thought she was at the point of losing all control, he pulled his fingers out of her and climbed up over her body, back to kiss her lips.

She felt like crying, being so close and not being able to get a release. When she reopened her eyes, Darcy had a sadistic grin on his face, like he knew he’d done something naughty. “You’re an asshole,” she whined. She lifted her hands and loosened his tie to pull it off his neck, and then one by one, undid the buttons on his shirt.

“You have condoms?” He asked with his body straddling hers, allowing her to push his dress shirt off his shoulders.

She nodded and pointed at the top drawer of the nightstand, which Darcy dutifully leaned over and opened. Everything else he saw in the drawer didn’t leave him disappointed either. Not only did he take out a condom as Charlotte’s hands began undoing his slacks, but her heart nearly stopped when he set her vibrator on the bed next to her.

He kicked off his slacks and pushed down his briefs quickly, tearing the foil packet with his teeth, “we can use the dildo some other time.”

“There’s gonna be another time?” Charlotte smirked, taking the condom from his hand and rolling it down his shaft.

Darcy picked up the bullet vibrator and turned it on, dragging the tip over her breasts, watching as her nipples responded to it. “We’ve got more road trips out here,”

He held the toy to her clit, enjoying the way her body immediately reacted. And he wasted no time in sheathing himself completely inside her. In one fell swoop, he had bottomed out, and Charlotte pushed her lips against his to muffle herself slightly. Darcy smiled against her lips and quickly began thrusting in and out of her, nearly forcing her muscles to give up as they clenched and released around his shaft.

“This isn’t even fair,” she cried out, already feeling her first orgasm coming on. She had nearly gotten there with his mouth on her, so now this, mixed with the vibrator, had her at a huge disadvantage.

He pressed the vibrator against her harder and Charlotte lost it. Her muscles twitched and she held onto him, digging her fingernails into his arms as she came. And because Darcy didn't life the vibrator off of her, she felt like her orgasm lasted forever.

“Harder,” she begged. “Don’t make me regret coming back with you and not the guy from the bar,” she egged him on, knowing that playing with his ego would work.

And Darcy didn't disappoint. The harder he fucked her, the louder Charlotte got. And the louder she got, the closer Darcy got to his own release. When he was almost there, and close to getting her off for a second time, Darcy flipped Charlotte over onto her stomach. He picked her hips off the bed to get her ass up for him, while her chest lay flat against the bed. Like this, he saw all of her and he enjoyed every moment of it. He buried himself back into her pussy, watching his length slip in and out of her. And now, he held her vibrator against her ass, letting it tease her tight second hole.

Charlotte let out a guttural moan, “oh my god, that feels so good.”

“You like having your ass played with, baby?”

She noted that this was the first time he referred to her by any sort of pet name between the two times they’d been together. And she had to admit, hearing it come out of his mouth, nearly made her lose it again. “Mhmm… you’re gonna make me come again,”

Darcy leaned over her body, using his waist to now keep the vibrator against her ass while he fucked her from behind. The vibrations from the toy now pulsed through his body as well and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He was determined to give her one final climax. With one hand in front of her, Darcy rubbed her clit back and forth wildly, moaning recklessly in her ear as he fought every urge to come right then and there. Thankfully within seconds, Charlotte collapsed to the bed, trembling, and he went down with her to stay inside of her, giving a few final hard thrusts before shooting his load into the condom. He growled and sucked on her neck as he filled the condom, and then pulled the vibrator away and turned it off.

Once he gained the strength, he rolled off of her and discarded the condom in the bathroom trash can. From the bed, Charlotte admired the way he walked back to her, naked and confident like he was proud to have conquered her in such a way. When he came back, he curled up behind her, pushed his hand between her legs and fingered her. She turned her head to the side to look back at him, and reached back to tilt his head down to her to kiss him. His fingers slid up and down her slit and she draped her leg back over his to open herself up more to his touch. He liked her this way; all spread apart for him. And Darcy tucked his other arm beneath her body and cupped her breast.

“When do you leave?” Charlotte murmured, wiggling her ass back against his crotch.

“Tomorrow night,”

“I don't get another night to fuck you?” She smiled and winked, looking back at him, “what am I gonna do when I’m horny and by myself?”

He chuckled and kissed her, “call me. We can have some really kinky phone sex.”

“But what about when I’m really needing your dick inside of me?”

Darcy raised his eyebrows and pulled his fingers away from her pussy. He reached across her body and reopened the nightstand, now pulling out the impressively large dildo. “Can you actually get this inside of you?” He almost seemed surprised at the size of it.

“With some coaxing,” she took the toy in her hand, and then lifted the sheets, looking down at Darcy. “It’s a little bigger than you,” she teased.

“That’s alright,” he relented. “I think I’d break some girls if I was that big. That’s too big,”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you were watching me use it,”

He took a moment to think about that sight. Happily, he nodded his head, “yeah, you’re probably right about that.” He kissed her once, then twice, and then a third time, lingering there. When he pulled away, he looked down at her. “I have to get back to the hotel,”

The bolting part of the one night stand. Two night stand? Agreement that they’d be a multiple night stand whenever he was in town? She didn’t know, but instead of fussing about it, Charlotte nodded and got on top of the covers. As Darcy called an Uber and moved around the room, putting on one article of clothing at a time, Charlotte licked her finger and pushed it inside of her. Even the way he got dressed turned her on. When he realized what she was doing, he was picking up his jacket from the floor. He grinned and walked over to her, giving her another kiss.

It prompted her to get up from bed, and still naked, she walked him to the front door. As she pulled it open and leaned against the door, hiding part of her body, Darcy looked back at her. He cupped her face in his hand and kissed her one last time, slipping his tongue into her mouth. When he left without saying anything, Charlotte admitted to herself that she was happy he hadn’t. What was he going to say? It was nice to meet you. I’m happy we fucked. Nothing would’ve done these two nights justice, and after not being with someone for so many months, Charlotte wished she had had just a few more nights with him.

Notes

"I'd Be Jealous Too" by Dustin Lynch.

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