Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
S kye
I make my way to the bathroom and turn on the light. I close the door behind me and laugh to myself quietly as I walk to the mirror and stare at my reflection.
"What am I doing?" I mumble. I can't stop myself from smiling. I'm drunker than I've been in a long time, but I feel high. I feel like I am on top of the world.
I open my handbag and pull out my phone and see that I have a missed call from Elisabetta. I call her back.
"Hey, where are you?" she answers, and for a few seconds I’m not sure if I want to tell her the truth.
"Be quiet," I whisper, nervous I will be heard.
"What's going on? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. You'll never believe where I am," I whisper into the phone.
"I can barely hear you, Skye. What are you saying?"
"I can't speak loudly. I'm in the restroom right now."
"You're still out on your date with Camden?" Elisabetta sounds shocked. "Wow. Congratulations."
"No, I'm not with Camden." I giggle, though I’m not sure why. “He was a dickhead.”
"What? Where are you?"
"I'm at Kingston's place."
"Kingston? Wait, you mean your boss, Kingston?"
"Yeah. You will not believe what happened."
"What happened?"
"I sat on his face." I burst out laughing. "Oh my gosh. I need to pee. Hold on."
"Skye, what is going on? I’m dying here…you really sat on his face? What did he do then? And why are you on the phone with me now? What is going on here?"
"Hold on a second." I pull down my moist panties and take a seat on the toilet and pee. "Sorry about that. I really had to go."
"Skye, you need to explain to me what is going on. Why do you sound like that? Are you drunk?"
"Just a little bit. We drank two bottles of wine." I pause as that sinks in and I remember what a great time I’ve been having with Kingston.
"You and Camden?"
"No, silly. Me and Kingston."
"But what happened to Camden?"
"Oh my gosh. He was such a jerk face. Anyway, Kingston was there at the restaurant with a blonde bimbo who thought she was like frigging Kate Moss or something. So, Kingston and I left and we went and got pizza and had wine and now I'm back at his place because he's going to give me a massage. I was trying to show him how Beth collects hundred dollar bills after a bachelor party and I kind of danced on his face, but not really. But then he slipped my panties to the side and oh my gosh, his tongue."
"Whoa." Elisabetta sounds shocked. "He went down on you?"
"No. Yes. No, kind of but not really." I giggle. "Let's just say his tongue did touch me in my most intimate places, but I got a little bit nervous and I hurried to the bathroom and that's where I am right now."
"Skye, are you crazy? You let your boss go down on you? The same jackass that told you that he wasn't interested in a relationship with you?"
"No, I didn't let him go down on me. We were on the couch talking about something I can't even remember. Maybe about me wanting to travel and me talking about how I make money. Well, anyway, we started talking about the bachelor parties that I’ve worked at and I was just telling him nothing bad goes on. It's not like I'm having sex for money. And then somehow I brought up Beth. Remember I told you about Beth and how she loves to make extra? She's the one that gives blowjobs for money, right? Yeah. And she'll pick up hundred dollar bills from men's lips with her own lips, if you know what I mean."
"I'm taking it you don't mean the lips on her face."
"Exactly. So, he was kind of lying back on the couch. Well, he was sitting on the couch and I kind of pushed him back and I wiggled across him and just sat on his face for like two seconds just to show him."
"Oh my gosh. Skye, are you out of your mind?"
“Not every day. Was I out of my mind, maybe? It wasn't crazy crazy. I had my panties on." I laugh. "Oh my gosh. What did I do? Am I crazy? I'm crazy. I should leave right now. What is he thinking?" All of a sudden I feel slightly sober. "I sat on my boss's face. Whoa. How am I going to look him in the face on Monday?"
"I don't know. But how are you going to look you in the face when you walk out of the bathroom in five minutes?"
"I don't know. I guess I should come home, huh?"
"Well, you can, but I'm about to head out."
"You’re heading out? Now? Isn't it like one o'clock in the morning?"
"I got me a Tinder date."
"You did? With who? How? Where are you going?"
"I figured you were out having fun and I was bored and I figured I'd meet up with some dude that's been messaging me on Tinder."
"No way. But this late? That's like a hookup."
"I mean maybe, maybe not." She sounds defensive. ”Maybe I'll sit on a face tonight as well."
"Oh my gosh, Elisabetta.” I am protective of my best friend. “It’s okay to be alone, you know.”
"I'm just joking. We're going to meet at a bar for a drink and then I'll come home. Are you coming back tonight or?"
"Yes. He's just going to give me a massage to destress me and then I'll be back home."
"Skye, listen to yourself. Your boss, whose face you just sat on, is not going to give you an innocent massage."
"I know it will be innocent. I’m going to tell him don't try any funny business mister.”
"Okay. You think that's going to work?"
"Honestly, Elisabetta, I don't even care right now. When I felt his nose pressed up against me, I almost came. Do you know how long it's been since I had an orgasm? Do you know how long it's been since a man has touched me? If he wants to feel up my ass and feel up my boobs while he's massaging me, then let him go ahead. Shit, I don't care."
"Skye, I believe that is the wine talking and not your common sense."
"Then let the wine talk. Tonight I just want to have fun. Tonight I just want to be a young woman in New York City making crazy mistakes."
"Do you really want to be making crazy mistakes?"
"I mean, it can't be any worse than the mistakes I've already made in my life. Remember Freddy?"
"Oh, gosh. Don't remind me of Freddy," she says. "He was bad news."
"He was more than bad news. Remember how he attempted to pull off my bra in the movie theater?" I groan.
"Girl, He didn’t attempt anything. He did remove your bra."
"I know, but I didn't expect what happened next."
"It was crazy that he kneeled on the floor in front of everyone and pulled up your shirt and started sucking on your boob."
"Yes. And then we got chucked out of the movie theater."
"I know," Elisabetta groans. "Trust me. Remember, I had to come to the police station?"
"It wasn't a police station. It was just the back office at the movie theater."
"I know." She chuckles. ”But you almost got sent to the police station."
"Oh, that was just awful. Do you know the telling off I got for him slobbering all over my boobs?"
"Girl, you should not have let that man do that."
"I didn't know he was going to do it. It all happened so quickly. But anyway, my point being that that was a mistake that I regret to this day. Am I going to regret my boss giving me a massage?"
"Okay, Skye. What if the massage ends up with him fingering you?'.
"How many fingers?" I say and burst out laughing. "Okay. I mean he's not going to do that. He's a gentleman."
"Girl, didn't you just say he slipped your panties to the side and his tongue was all up inside of you?"
"His tongue was not all up inside of me. It flicked my clit and maybe I wet his face a little bit. I don't know."
She sighs. "Skye, enjoy your evening. I have a feeling that we're going to have a whole lot to talk about tomorrow."
"I'm going to be a good girl," I say. "I promise."
"Uh-huh. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"What wouldn't you do, Elisabetta?"
"I don't know," she says. "But I guess I'm about to find out. I'll see you later tonight or possibly tomorrow morning."
"Okay," I say. "Also, send me the information of the Tinder guy that you're meeting just in case I have to call the cops in the morning."
"Oh, I am. I'm texting you right now."
Two seconds later, a photograph appears and my jaw drops. "Whoa. That guy is absolutely gorgeous."
"Yep. His name is Brad and he's in finance and he loves to work out." Elisabetta purrs. "So let's see if he works out as much as I think and hope he does."
"Elisabetta, are you trying to have a one-night stand?"
"I don't know about that. I am just trying to have some fun."
"I feel you. Be safe."
"You too, girl. Okay?"
"Okay. Bye. Love you."
I hang up, wipe myself quickly, flush the toilet, then wash my hands. I splash some cold water on my face and take a deep breath as I straighten my dress down.
"What am I doing?" I whisper as I stare at my reflection. "You should go home," I lecture myself. "You should really go home." I point at myself in the mirror. "Don't be a bad girl that could be on Girls Gone Wild . You've gone all this way in life without doing anything crazy. Just go home. Go home." I stare at my reflection and burst out laughing because…