Original Short Story: Alone
 

"I'm so alone." Gina said to me while grabbing another cigarette from her golden package of Marlboro cigarettes. I didn't have a reply, so I just shot her a stare with my big hazel eyes. I may not have had a reply, but I felt and understood where she was coming from.

Gina had a bit of a problem in the fact that she was still in fact in love with her ex-boyfriend Darwin. Darwin, who works at the nightclub I DJ for, seemed like a great guy. From what I know, I would imagine he'd be a good catch for a young female. Gina, while on the surface she seems like a great girl, probably has a closet full of skeletons. Gina's routine consisted of spending all night shaking her thing on the dance floor and coming up to the DJ booth to request songs and to look for a nod of approval on her newest outfit that reveals her flat, athletic stomach and perfect round ass. Tonight Gina wore an outfit that revealed her midriff, she sported a familiar diamond-like belly piercing that had me completely salivating. I wanted nothing more than to stop spinning music and have my way with her.

I think she wanted it too.

But as our eyes crossed paths for the millionth time that night I know that even if anything were to happen between us, she would be thinking of Darwin. Darwin was the one who 'got away' in her opinion, and from the moment they broke up, every waking thought of hers has been consumed with the notion and the hope that someday things would go back to the way they were. She wanted the passion, the laughter, and the comfort that they once shared together. She missed living with him and sharing a life, a bed, and pets together.

It had only been four months since he called it off and asked her to get out of their shared apartment. Gina had no choice but to move in with friends she hadn't really talked to in years.

At the end of the night I was packing up my CD's and my headphones when Gina asked me if I wanted to get a cup of coffee somewhere. I looked up into her blue eyes and couldn't say no. She walked to my car and helped me load my equipment and we walked across the street to the twenty-four hour diner.

We grabbed a seat at a small booth, and she sat next to me instead of across from me. As she lit up another cigarette her hand grazed my inner thigh, I shot her another look with my hazel eyes. By her gestures I knew that Gina wanted action, and she wanted it tonight. But I couldn't help but be slightly disturbed by the fact that Gina was so completely infatuate with her ex.

"I'm so alone." Gina said to me again. But this time Gina learned in and whispered it into my ear. Her breaths were deep and her scent was intoxicating. I was a fish that had been completely baited and ready to be reeled in. I tried fighting my temptations and asked Gina about her ex, knowing that psychologically Gina would be brought back to memories of him.

"We fought all of the time. Fist fights even." She replied with blurred blue eyes that looked ready to tear up. "He cheated on me so many times, and those were just the times I caught him."

Once again I couldn't find the words to make things seem right, so I put my arm around her waist and drew her closer to me. She started to tremble and explained further that his friends were her friends, and that she shared her love of motorcycles with him, and despite the bad times, he was always there financially for her.

Her living situation now "sucked" as she put it. Even though she had a college degree, she spent her nights as a dancer and lived with two girls that were much better friends years ago. She explained that her friends were barely friends anymore, and that they constantly harassed her because of her job situation and her habits.

As she sat beside me, she almost completely broke down . I raised my hand and put my index finger over her moist, tender, quivering lips. At that moment our eyes met and we both moved in for a kiss. The exchange was short, yet incredibly tense and passionate. It was then that Gina suggested we get out of the coffee shop and back to my apartment.

After the car ride back to my place we entered the door and she immediately gave me a giant hug. The hug itself seemed highly passionate and spoke much louder than the words she was about to speak.

"Can we do this and remain friends?" She asked, as she was in need of assurance.

"Of course." I told her short and to the point.

Gina and I then shared an extended version of the kiss from the diner, this time my hands roamed a little more freely, massaging her hair, neck and backside as our lips and mouths continued to exchange contact. Without ever discontinuing our kiss I gently lifted Gina into my arms and set her down on the couch. Our bodies bounced lightly off the pillowed cushions and I proceeded to removed Gina's lacey top and kiss her stomach, carefully maneuvering my way around her belly piercing and teased her by biting her low-cut black pants. By this time Gina was breathing very heavily and she let out a quiet whisper... "Please?" I, as a man who has a weakness for women who ask please proceeded to remove her pants and let my tongue work it's way from her sexy little toes, up her silky smooth legs, and then finally to her moist, delicious pussy. I took my time working slowly up and down her lips, then moving to her clitoris using circular motions and diagonal licks. I spent my time working Gina until her right hip raised up and she reached climax.

Gina slowly started to rise and began to remove my pants until I stopped her and said "Tonight was about you."

Wow. I could picture what you were writing about, and it was hot!!:)