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“You’re as handy as a rope at a hangin’, you know that?”

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment.” I laughed as we made our way upstairs to her apartment.

“Oh, it’s a compliment. I couldn’t have done all this without you. You’re a miracle.”

Yeah, I was about as far from a miracle as Brittany Spears was from making a comeback.

“Wanna go out for a drink?” I asked, changing the subject.

Andi’s eyes lit up. “Heck yeah,” she exclaimed. “Just let me change.”

I settled in for the long haul. When women said
, “let me change”, it actually meant just let me shower, wax, primp, preen, blow dry, apply makeup, then stare at my wardrobe for twenty minutes while I toss everything I own on the bed only to dress in the first thing I had laid my hands on. I flicked on the TV that I had finally found a free moment to hang on the wall.

“Okay, let’s go,” Andi sang as she wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

I stared at her. She was wearing blue jeans with a red halter-neck top that fell low between her breasts, finished off with her trademark boots. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back. She wore little to no makeup, but with pale unblemished skin like hers, she really didn’t need it.

“What? Should I put on a skirt?” She looked down at her clothing with a worried frown.

I shook my head and stood. “I think you just set the record for fastest dressed female in New York.” Andi scoffed and led the way out of the apartment. She set the alarm, just as I had shown her, and locked the front door.

We walked the three blocks to the closest bar. It was a trendy new place that had a
Cheers
-like quality about it. The bar itself was a long, high, varnished wooden top, lined with bar stools on either side. Booths sat around the outer edges of the bar with a dance floor at one end. It was early, only eight o’clock, so the place was almost empty. We set ourselves up at one end of bar, and I ordered us both beers.

“And a bottle of tequila with two shot glasses,” Andi added beside me.

The bartender gave her a wink while I gave her a wicked grin.

“You gonna try and get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”

Andi gave me an equally wicked grin. “Do I really need to get you drunk for me to take advantage of you?” I shook my head. I watched Andi pour our first shots. “Tequila, lowering people’s inhibitions for years,” she murmured.

“Here’s to not falling down tonight,” I said, clinking my shot glass against Andi’s.

“Hold up there, city boy.” She put her hand over my drink to stop me from throwing down the shot. “Where I come from, shots must be accompanied with a game.” I arched a brow at the suggestion of a drinking game. “We are going to play bullshit.” I simply stared at her and blinked, waiting for a further explanation. Andi smiled. “We are going to take turns, I’ll go first. I tell you something, you call bullshit or no bullshit. If you call it right, I drink. If you’re wrong, you drink.” I nodded my understanding. “Okay, I have a tattoo on my ass of Tinkerbell holding a bottle of Tequila.” There was no way Andi was sporting ink.

“Bullshit,” I said easily.

With a devilish twinkle in her eye, Andi’s hands dropped to the buttons on her jeans. In a slow seductive tease, she slid each button free, my eyes riveted on her hands. Once the buttons were undone and a teasing glimpse of red panties came into view, Andi turned and pushed the back of her jeans down. There, on the soft, milky white expanse of her beautiful ass, was a tattoo of Tinkerbell. The fairy was sitting in her traditional green dress, her nimble wings drawn delicately at her back, a cheeky wink on her defiant face, and in her hand was a bottle of fucking tequila. No sooner had I spied the stunning yet sassy tattoo and Andi’s jeans were back in place.

“Drink up, city boy.”

I raised the shot glass to my lips and threw it down, wincing as the burn followed my throat into my chest. “Fuck, Andi, I hope you realize I’m going to have that image of your gorgeous ass in my head all night now.” She laughed as she climbed onto the stool beside me.

“Your turn.”

“Right. I hate swimming in the ocean because I’m scared shitless of dolphins.” I watched Andi’s lips purse in thought before she nodded.

“I’m not sure why you would be scared of dolphins, they’re beautiful, but I’m going to go out on a limb
here and call no bullshit.”

I nodded as I refilled my shot glass. “No bullshit. Dolphins rape caves, Google it. I guarantee you will have nightmares about those slippery fuckers for weeks.”

Andi looked surprised for all but a moment before she gleefully rubbed her hands together. “In college, I went to a Halloween party dressed as a cowgirl. I wore a tasseled bra top, cowboy hat, my boots, and chaps over a pair of panties with Ride Me Cowboy across the butt.”

Unable to speak beyond the lust filled thoughts of Andi dressed in chaps over panties only, I stared. “Bullshit,” I said finally. No way would shy, little Andi Jennings step out in something so risqué.

“Drink up,” she said with a grin.

“I really cannot wait for Halloween this year,” I groaned, taking my shot. Andi smirked as she took a drink from her beer. “Alright, Country,” I looked right into her gorgeous
green eyes as I leaned in a little closer, noting that fresh smell of cinnamon that seemed to cling to her skin, “I’ve won an award for eating out pussy.”

A furious shade of red consumed her cheeks before she shook her head smiling. “You wish. Bullshit.”

I couldn’t help the arrogant smile that tipped my lips. “Drink up, sweetness.”

She looked from me to the shot glass and back again. “How do you win an award like that? Are there actually pussy eating contests in New York?” she said, garnering the attention of two men sitting close by. They laughed but thankfully returned to their own conversation. I didn’t elaborate or explain, and Andi grudgingly threw back her shot.

“You are going to have to explain that one at a later date,” she said, pointing her finger at me.

“Your turn.” I waved her on.

“Okay, the guy I lost my virginity to was gay.”

I considered her for a moment before nodding. “I can understand how a sexy thing like you could convert a man. No bullshit.”

She grabbed the shot glass, confirming her story to be true. “And I didn’t lure him over to the straight side or anything. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was gay or not, so he experimented with me. Not that I knew it at the time, but after our interlude, he decided he was very much gay.”

“His loss,” I answered easily.

“Go.” Andi grimaced through the after burn of her shot.

“I hate anal sex.” I found myself declaring. Andi’s brows almost climbed off her face and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bullshit. All guys are into that, it’s like the holy grail of sexual intimacy, the forbidden cavern.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, well, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. The preparation needed before the act is pretty unattractive, and, trust me, if you skip preparation
, it ain’t pretty.”

Andi tilted her head to one side, her eyes full of questions. “What sort of preparation?” she asked with innocent curiosity.

“I’m sure you can figure it out, Country.” She still looked utterly clueless. “Come on, you don’t want what comes out of that passage to come out during the act. A woman must clean the tubes first.” She seemed to finally understand as her nose scrunched up.

“Ewwww, Decker, that’s gross.”

I shrugged. “Some guys are into it, me not so much. I’ve done it, and I have to say, pussy is like a magnet for my dick, it can’t help but find its way back to its hole of choice.” Andi blushed and grinned. Her eyes had taken on a slightly glazed look. She wasn’t drunk, but the shots would catch up with her quickly if we didn’t put a timeout on the game. “Come on, let’s grab a booth and chill out back there. If we keep playing this game up here, I’m gonna fall off my stool.”

“I hope I’m not going to cramp your style,” Andi said as we slid into a booth. “Maybe I could be your wing-woman.”

I chuckled behind the neck of my beer. “This may surprise you, Andi, but I don’t need to take a girl home every time I go to a bar. I’m more than happy to just hang here and get wasted with you.” Andi winked at me and the action went straight to my groin.

“What if I want to take a guy home?”

Huh, I hadn’t thought of that. “I could help you out with that,” I replied. Andi just stared at me until I realized what I had said. “I mean, I can be your wing-man, if that’s what you want?” My voice lacked enthusiasm though. The thought of helping Andi meet a guy who she could take home to fuck pissed me off.

Andi laughed. “I don’t need to take a guy home every time I go to a bar,” she echoed my words. “So, here’s to us hanging out and getting as drunk as a fiddler’s bitch.” Andi raised her beer and I clinked mine against hers. “I hope you can keep up,” she added.

“Country, I wasn’t born, I was simply squeezed out of a bartender’s rag. I hope you can keep up.”

It quickly became apparent that Andi liked to play games. She laughed a lot too, which made me more than willing to play along, if just to hear her laughter. While sitting in the shadowed booth, a new game had risen out of nowhere. We were picking random people and imagining what their lives might be like.

“Mr. Mustache, six o’clock.” I followed her gaze to a cheesy looking guy, probably in his late thirties with a ridiculous looking mustache. “Porn star,” she said with a grin. I somehow managed to choke back my surprise. “Penthouse apartment in the city, struts around his house in tacky silk robes and slippers. Hung like a fucking beast too,” she added seriously. Thankfully I didn’t own silk robes, though I did have slippers.

“What kind of porn do you watch?” I wondered out loud, my hand trying to rub the sudden tension from my neck.

“Holy shit, it’s Decker Steele,” exclaimed a female voice from somewhere behind me. I turned just in time to see a tall brunette in a red dress that clung to her body like a second skin. Her eyes had lowered to half-mast as she approached me with a seductive sway to her hips. She wore heels which made her already long legs look even longer. She had that all too common beauty that I had grown tired of a long time ago. “You,” she pointed at me, “have the prettiest dick I have ever seen.”

Shit. I mentally groaned. This girl was going to ruin my buzz, and I seriously hated it when people referred to my dick as pretty. Pretty was for girls, I had a manly dick, even if it didn’t work reliably anymore. Words like huge, thick, powerful, immense, or monster came to mind. I found myself grinning, yeah, I had one hell of a monster dick. A surprised splutter of laughter at my side dragged my attention away from thoughts of my traitorous member and back to the situation at hand. I cast a sideways glance to Andi whose look was caught somewhere between disbelief and shock.

The brunette leaned forward, giving me a spectacular view of her tits. She whispered in my ear, “Decker Steele, it would be my honor to suck your pretty cock.” Her words did nothing for me. Girls whispered that and more in my ear on a regular basis, and recently my dick had become focused on one girl only.

“Baby, you promised me a dance,” came Andi’s slightly slurred voice from beside me. “Scuse me,” she said, standing, using her hip to bump the seductress aside.

Andi was much smaller than the heeled beauty before me, but she wasn’t at all intimidated. She looked like a possessive little temptress, and my dick began to harden with appreciation. Yep, my cock had marked Andi as his, and although my heart and head continued to deny it, I had to admit that she made me feel more alive than I had felt in years. The brunette cast Andi a disdainful look that made me visibly wince.

“Excuse me Elly May, but we’re having a conversation here.”

Andi rolled her eyes and waved her hand in the air. “See,” she exclaimed, staring at me with impatience, “even she could come up with something more original than country.” The brunette tried to move Andi aside, but my little defiant woman refused to be swayed. “And, there is no conversation going on here. For a conversation to take place, it requires more than one party, and if you hadn’t noticed, Decker hasn’t opened his mouth.” Andi’s brow furrowed as she leaned in towards the woman, scrutinizing her face to the point where the brunette took a small step back. “You’ve got desperation written all over you.” She waved her finger in front of the woman’s face. “You really should do something about that.”

“Actually,” purred the brunette, steeling her composure, “we were just going to take this conversation somewhere a little more private.” She glanced in my direction, the promise of whatever I wanted there for the taking in her smile. I didn’t attempt to move; I had no intention of going anywhere with her.

“Wow, I’m not sure what exactly is wrong with your brain, but I wager it’s hard to pronounce,” exclaimed Andi. “I’m betting she wouldn’t even have the sense to spit downwind.” Her eyes were on mine as she nodded towards the woman who now looked horrified.

“Come on, baby, take me out on that dance floor and blow my mind,” murmured Andi, reaching for my hand that I didn’t hesitate to grab hold of.

“Sorry, honey, I did promise my girl here a dance.” I moved around the frowning brunette and followed Andi to the dance floor. When we got there, Andi didn’t turn around, instead she began dancing with her back to my front. I took her waist and guided her a little closer. I had no idea whether her inhibitions had been lost under the influence of alcohol, or if it was all an act for the too-forward brunette, but Andi reached back and wrapped her arms around my neck, her sexy body moving to the music, rubbing seductively against mine. I lost myself under the power of her beautiful warmth under my hands. I wanted to reach up and cup her breasts, tease her nipples to taut points. Instead, I somehow managed to keep things relatively PG rated. I’m sure Andi didn’t miss the roaring erection at her lower back though. A fine sheen of sweat had Andi’s body glistening, begging me to lean forward and lick the arch of her beautiful neck. The dance floor was packed, but I didn’t notice anyone else but the exquisiteness before me. Her hips swayed like a goddess. Her fingers gripped the hair at the back of my head, urging me closer. How could I not comply with such a demand? I buried my face in the crook of her neck and breathed her in. I kissed her skin and licked at the salty taste there, my hands sitting right beneath her breasts. It was by far the most sinfully wicked dance I had ever partaken in, and we still had our clothes on. Finally, Andi pulled away, taking my hand, dragging me back to the bar.

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