Bourbon Kisses

“I have to tell you something!” Chloe said to me wide-eyed, bouncing up and down and grabbing my arm with urgency. I tried to read her face, but couldn’t tell if she was excited about what she was about to tell me, or completely terrified. Whatever it was, was serious, as she had just arrived to our summer work party at the rooftop patio of QUINN, a popular spot downtown, and immediately pulled me over to the bar to order shots. She quickly tied her dirty-blonde hair up into a loose bun as the wind kept blowing it across her face and sticking to her glossy lips. I couldn’t help but glance several times at her massive cleavage that was very intentionally popping out of her tight white tank top neatly tucked into her jean shorts, as she continued to eagerly bounce and stare at me, waiting for my response.

“What? What is it?” I asked excitedly, as the very attractive, tall and bearded bartender placed two shots of whiskey in front of us. I nodded at the shots, “This must be serious!” She slid a $20 bill across to him and waved her hand to motion she didn’t need change.

“Hello, HOT!” Chloe hissed at me. I looked back at him as he took an order from three very drunk women next to us. He certainly was hot. The definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Nice, thick beard. Fully-tattooed arms and just a scruffy, outdoorsy looking man who I would guess was somewhere in his mid-30s. I briefly imagined what it would be like to fuck him on the sink in the back washroom of the bar, and how big his cock probably was. I pictured him fucking me raw from behind with reckless abandon while rubbing my dripping pussy at the same time. I thought about how hot it would be to take his cock down my throat until he blew his warm load all over my face. He was definitely the type of man who could make me wet just thinking about it.

As one of the drunk girls next to us dropped her drink to the floor in a melody of shattered glass, I snapped out of my dirty thoughts and turned my attention back to Chloe, who had pulled out her phone to take a sneaky pic of the hot bartender. I laughed and playfully swatted her arm. Chloe was boy-crazy, always flirting. She was a very attractive girl – short, but huge tits and a perfect body with a bubbling personality to match. She started dating a guy named Matt about 8 months ago and things had recently gotten pretty serious after he finally left his long-term girlfriend he was cheating on, to be with Chloe. I had yet to meet him, but didn’t have a good impression based on all the shitty stories she had been telling me about him. I was glad she finally ended up with him, though, if it meant she was happy. And quite frankly, I was sick of hearing her cry about him all the time.

“CHLO!” I loudly exclaimed, my affectionate abbreviation for her. She looked at me startled, and shoved her phone back into her little red purse.

“Sorry, Kace,” she always called me, instead of Kacey. “Yeah, I REALLY have to tell you something.” She pushed one of the shots on the bar towards me, and lifted the other to cheers.

“Oh, God…” I said hesitantly, shooting the whiskey back and feeling it burn pleasantly down the back of my throat and into my chest. “Should I be worried?”

Chloe tossed her shot back then wiped her lips with the back of her hand, making a “elchh” face to dramatically note how strong it was.

“Yes,” she answered. “Well… no? I don’t know?!” She had a nervous grin on her face, as she looked around one more time to make sure no one we knew from work was within earshot. The bar was crowded with a mix of regular patrons and coworkers, so it was hard to tell who was nearby.

I was so confused but also getting really irritated. “Oh my God, just tell me! What is it?”

“There’s no Matt,” Chloe said quietly, but almost like she was amused by what she was telling me.

“Wh-what?” I stammered, even more confused.

“There’s no Matt.”

I couldn’t comprehend what she was saying. She had been talking about Matt for months and could never stop telling me how hard she had fallen for him. She cried to me about him all weekend on a recent camping trip we had taken together. She showed me texts from him where he told her how much he cared about her and didn’t want to lose her, and how he finally ended things with his live-in girlfriend, Mandy, and asked her to move out. She gave me every last detail of their sex life – how they fucked seven times in one night, in every room of his house, and how she’d never taken a cock that big. He definitely existed, so what was she trying to tell me?

I looked at Chloe, completely dumb-founded. What did she mean, there was no Matt? Had she lied and made up a guy she was seeing because I was always telling her my guy problems? Had they broken up? She didn’t seem all that upset about whatever the news was, so I knew that couldn’t be the case. She certainly seemed hesitant to tell me.

“What do you mean, there’s no Matt?” I urged. A very tall, stumbling, red-headed guy in a plaid shirt wedged between us to get through the crowd, sloppily splashing his over-filled drink all over my left shoulder. I rolled my eyes at Chloe and pulled my now wet, long brown hair to the other side, combing my fingers through it as I waited for her to answer to me.

“It’s Ben.” She stared blankly at me after the words finally came out. When I started to make sense of what she was saying, I was floored.

Ben.

Ben, who I had gotten hired at our company last year after sending him a thirsty email to see what he had been up to the last few years. Because Ben, I had actually gone to college with back home and fucked all summer long before we graduated and moved to opposite sides of the country for jobs. Yep, he had a big cock alright. She was not wrong about that. I had ridden that cock and taken it in my mouth many times. She knew it, too.

I didn’t even know what to say. I just looked at her, as she searched my face for any type of reaction. She still seemed amused by her confession, which annoyed me. All I could do was push her away from me.

“Go. I can’t look at you right now.” I looked past her, to the end of the bar.

“Kace!” She pleaded. “I couldn’t tell you…I knew you’d be mad….”

The thing was, I wasn’t mad. Well, I wasn’t mad that there was actually a Ben and not a Matt. I wasn’t mad that she was with the Ben I had had an enormous amount of dirty sex with during the summer of 1998. I was mad that she couldn’t tell me. I was mad that she lied. That was 10 years ago and Ben and I were never serious. Chloe and I had grown so close over the last year, and I had told her all about Ben when he started working with us, so she knew our history. I circled back to that conversation in my mind, while I tried to process this revelation. It was at our Christmas office party 6 months ago – Ben and I had a brief and friendly exchange and when he walked away to mingle with others, I let Chloe know our past right away. I told her that night that if Ben was single, I’d ask him to go home with me. I guess that’s where she made the decision to not tell me what was going on between her and him, because by that point they would have already been together or whatever it was they were doing. Hooking up and sneaking around.

I searched the patio for anyone else I could go converse with, so I could exit the conversation before Chloe tried to explain. I saw Megan from accounting at a nearby table, laughing it up with a few other guys from work. While hammered Megan was beyond annoying, she was all I could find in the crowd and I didn’t want to leave the party all together. I knew Ben would be arriving shortly and that would make things very interesting…

“Kace, I’m sorry… I should have told you. I just didn’t…” Chloe tried to plead one more time before I cut her off.

“No. I don’t want to hear it. Have a good one, Chloe.” I walked away and headed towards Megan, who bubbly greeted me and slid over on the bench to make a space for me to sit. I put on a fake smile and said hi to everyone, then turned and looked back at Chloe. She was walking out of the party with her phone to her ear, talking rapidly to someone. Ben probably. Ben wouldn’t be coming to the party after all, Chloe was on her way to him. She couldn’t give two shits about what she had just told me, because she had won. The smile on her face while she told me said it all. She had won. She had Ben.

We wouldn’t speak for 6 months.

6 MONTHS LATER

“Honestly, Kace, I never thought you would talk to me again. I’m so glad we’re good!” Chloe shouted over the loud hum of a blender.

I was perched on a counter stool in Chloe’s kitchen, watching her buzz around while mixing us a couple of frozen margaritas and fixing up some snacks. We had recently started speaking again after avoiding each other as much as possible at work, and outside of work. She had texted a few times in those months trying to talk, but I needed some time. We finally met up a few weeks ago and cleared the air. I explained how I was never mad it was Ben, I was mad that after we had gotten so close she felt she couldn’t just tell me the truth. I assured her that Ben and I were never serious, that we hooked up 10 long years ago and I had no feelings for him, whatsoever. I’d still ride his throbbing cock in the back of his truck like we used to, absolutely, but I didn’t tell her that. We were at least at a place now where we could joke about what happened. Laugh about “Matt”. We even enjoyed telling the story to other people, how we are great friends even though I used to have sex with her boyfriend. Live-in boyfriend, at that. Yeah… Chloe had recently moved into his house in the suburbs, where I was now hanging out and listening to her tell me how happy she was.

What she didn’t know was, after that night at QUINN where she told me the truth, Ben had texted me later on saying he wasn’t going to make it to the party, but that he had heard from Chloe what happened and could we talk? Obviously, I knew what he wanted to talk about, but I was curious to hear what he wanted to say about it. So, we met for brunch the next day while Chloe worked her second job at her parents’ deli, and he explained how he was the one who told Chloe not to tell me. She actually wanted to tell me from the get-go but he convinced her that I’d be furious and that we’d lose our friendship. He confessed to me that he still thought often of our raunchy rendezvous, and that no woman has ever sucked his cock as whole or as good as I did. That he still thinks about it and it still makes him instantly hard as a rock. I admitted I still thought about it too.

He started texting me regularly after our meetup, talking all about how he missed licking my tight, wet pussy and making me writhe in pure ecstasy. How he missed my tasty juices all over his face. Every text he sent got dirtier and dirtier and I could only ignore them for so long before I was sending them back. We’d give each other knowing looks at work and act professional, (and totally platonic, almost strangers, in front of Chloe, who I still wasn’t speaking to) but after Ben told me she was moving in with him, I knew it couldn’t go any further than that. It sure was fun to talk about though, and it didn’t stop after they moved in together. At all.

“Cheers!” Chloe handed me a beautiful, huge margarita and pushed a plate of nachos between us that she just pulled out of the oven.

“Cheers!” I chimed back. “To…us!” We tapped glasses and took a big gulp then I heard the familiar, deep and sexy voice behind me.

“Ladies, hello.” Ben sauntered into the kitchen, throwing his gym bag on the empty stool next to me while Chloe leaned across the counter from us with a huge grin.

“How was golfing, babe?” Chloe asked. “Did Lee show up on time for once?”

Ben looked over at me and nodded hello, then casually, but very obviously, turned his gaze down to my bare thigh that was crossed over my right leg. My heart started beating rapidly and I could feel my panties underneath my short skirt getting very moist as his elbow purposely grazed mine when he reached over for a nacho. He shoved the whole chip into his mouth and said between chomps “Mmhmm.. It was good. Yeah he did.”

“That’s good. Kace and I are having some drinks then we’re setting up her profile on Tinder. We decided she needs to get laid.” Chloe said all matter-of-fact.

“Chlo!” I yelled, embarrassed, as my face turned beet red. I took another huge chug of my drink and could feel Ben’s eyes on me. We had NOT talked about that or decided that, so I wasn’t sure why she said it. I looked at Ben and said “Not true”, trying to convince him I was not out looking for some ass.

Ben grabbed another chip and said “Not true, what part? Not getting on Tinder? Or not true that you need to get laid?” He gave me the sexiest, most intense stare while searching my face for an answer.

I thought to myself, “Oh I need to get laid alright. By you.”

Ben chuckled and didn’t bother waiting for my response, as though he had heard my dirty thought. He stood up and grabbed his bag off the stool, again looking down at my bare thigh, before announcing to us that he was going for a shower.

“Enjoy your evening ladies, I’ll be downstairs watching the game and will stay out of your way.” I looked at him and couldn’t help but notice how handsomely he had aged since we were last together. He still had a full head of dark locks that curled slightly around his defined face and accented his dark features. His perfectly-groomed, chin strapped beard now had the odd grey hairs, and his deep brown eyes now crinkled slightly at the corners when he laughed. He was very active and had the body to show for it. He turned me on in every way.

Several hours and several margaritas later, Chloe’s phone rang just as Ben was walking into the kitchen to grab another beer from the fridge. Chloe answered her phone and held her finger up to me to signal she’d be a minute, then left the room to have a conversation.

“How’s the night going? Did you set up your profile? You know, if you need a good fuck you can just ask me. You know I would in a minute, it’s you that’s holding back.” Ben said to me quietly.

I was pretty buzzed but his comment still caught me off guard. He was so different and so direct when Chloe wasn’t around. We had been dirty texting and building up tension for months, that it just seemed inevitable it was going to happen sooner or later. I was actually shocked that Chloe had no idea what was going on, given what a detective she was when it came to men and boyfriends. I imagine Ben never let his phone out of his sight. She would kill him. And me.

I was at a loss for any comeback reply and thankfully Chloe walked back into the kitchen at that moment and broke the awkwardness.

“Kacey, I’m so sorry. My Dad needs me to go pick him up from Bingo. His car won’t start and my Mom is out of town at my Aunt’s.”

“No worries at all, Chlo. I can head out.”

“No, no! Stay! I’ll be back in an hour by the time I pick him up and drop him off. Watch the rest of the game with Ben and keep him company. Just keep your hands off each other!” She joked. Though she likely wasn’t joking.

“Yeah, hang around. It’s Saturday, where do you need to be?” Ben chimed in.

“Uh… I need to be under you, feeling your cock pounding into me fast and hard. That’s where I need to be.” I thought to myself.

“Alright, cool. See you in a bit, Chlo,” I said, as she grabbed her keys off the table and headed towards the front door.

The second Chloe left, Ben turned to me and a grin crept across his face like he was having ideas. He walked over to the fridge then shouted over his shoulder, “Beer?”

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.” I paused, then changed my mind. “Bourbon?” I gave him a seductive, knowing look and he nodded and let out a little laugh. He closed the fridge and pulled a bottle from the liquor rack hanging next to it. Bourbon was our little inside joke from 10 years ago. We’d have crazy, blackout nights following many shots, fuck like animals, then wake up the next morning hardly remembering what happened. We’d have uninhibited, very rough sex – anal, slapping, biting, choking, hair pulling, nipple twisting. Bourbon always did something to me, it always brought my guard down in the bedroom but I always felt safe with Ben no matter how rough we got. We’d lie in bed in the morning looking at my bruises and I’d say “fuckin’ bourbon” and he’d always reply “God bless bourbon,” then we’d laugh.

He poured two shots then walked over to me, inches from my face. He handed me one, then held out his.

“Cheers to…near misses and bourbon kisses,” he said quietly, referring to our past and knowing damn well I knew what that meant and how fast it would turn me on. We tapped glasses and tossed the liquor down our throats. He took my glass from my hand and placed it on the counter. He turned back to me and placed his thumb under my chin, gently tilting my face to look up at him.

“You look…so fuckin’ hot tonight, Kacey.” He moved his hand down to the outside of my upper bare leg, catching me off guard. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to not take you into the bathroom at work, bend you over and fuck the shit out of you?”

I was incredibly horny now, so wet I needed a change of panties. I had tingles up my spine. He slowly moved his cold hand to the inside of my thigh and slid it up a little higher, so high that he could probably feel the warmth from my hot, pulsating pussy. He pressed his lips to my neck and whispered “I want you.”

“Oh. My. God.” I flung my head back and gave in to his touches, letting him kiss up my neck, to my lips. I kissed him back hard, passionately, tasting the sweet bourbon off his tongue, while his fingers found their way up my thigh and pushed abruptly into my thirsty cunt. I gasped in pleasure while he fingered me, first slowly, then faster and faster until I was moaning so loud he put his hand over my mouth.

All those months of talking dirty, the taboo of it all because of Chloe, all the memories of past crazy fuck sessions – we were finally giving in to the tension of our desires and I had never wanted him more. The fact Chloe would be back within the hour made it feel even more urgent and hot.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Ben whispered, while he pulled his fingers out and put them in my mouth. I sucked on his fingers, turned on by my own taste, and reached down seductively to the inside of his waistband. I carefully slid my hand between his jeans and skin so I wouldn’t scratch him with my long nails, and moved my hand down further until I had his rocket in my hand. I gripped firmly and stroked him a couple times while he moaned and sucked my bottom lip, then he turned me around and guided me upstairs.

He walked behind me to the top floor and gently pushed me towards the guest room. I knew this was to avoid fucking in the bed he shared with Chloe. We walked in and he shut the door behind us, leaving the room dark.

“I hate to do it this way. I hate that we have to be fast. I want to ravage you but also take all night with you.” He was referring to the fact that Chloe would be back sometime soon and we really had to be fast.

“I know, to be honest it just makes me want you even more,” I said, as I moved towards him and slowly flipped my grey cashmere sweater over my head, dropping it to the floor. He got the sexiest smile on his face while he watched me.

“Fast!” He reminded me, then spun me around, edged me to the side of the bed so that I was face down into the fluffy duvet. He was aggressive, but insanely hot aggressive. I loved being dominated by him, no matter how rough he got.

I could hear him quickly undo his belt, then drop his jeans and briefs. He stood behind me and lifted my skirt up around my waist and slid my thong to the side. The anticipation was killing me, I was dripping for him. I felt his finger lightly brush my clit then move in a circular motion. There was probably a puddle on the bed at this point as I could hardly contain myself from just grabbing his massive cock and shoving it in my tight hole. I hadn’t had sex in over a year and knew it would hurt so good, I couldn’t wait to feel the pain of his girth.