Cupiditas (part two)

Chapter 14 - Rebound (NSFW)

Jasmine's POV:

I couldn't help but feel sad when Mya left. She was right, we would have been good together but it just wasn't meant to be. She was so enamoured by Larissa that I never stood a chance. I'll give it to her though, Larissa was stunning. If she was my Principal I would have constantly got myself sent to her office! I was upset that she had cheated on me but it was inevitable. That night in the restaurant told me everything I needed to know, they are made for each other despite their age gap. I genuinely hoped they'd be happy together, it's just a shame that me and this Morticia got caught up in everything with them.

I needed a distraction, if I sat here any longer I'd end up wallowing in self-pity and probably drunk texting Mya. So I decided to meet my friend Tasha and go for a drink. We went to a gay bar just outside of Jericho called The Blackheart Lounge. It was a very swish place with red velvet couches, black marble tables and the occasional burlesque performance. The booths were quite cosy too, good places to talk privately and keep an eye out at the bar if a hot girl walked in. Although the Weathervane had proven to be just as good for that sort of thing!

Tasha and me claimed a booth and chatted about everything that had gone on with us lately.
"So are you still seeing that girl from Nevermore?" she asked.
"No it didn't work out, there was someone else" Tasha was a bit of a blabber mouth so I avoided telling her the whole truth about Mya.
"Oh no! Sorry to hear that!"
"Thanks Tash. I hadn't been seeing her for that long so it's fine" I said nonchalantly.
"It's not fine! I knew something was up as soon as I saw you! We need to get you laid tonight girl" and she began scoping the bar.
"What? No! That's not what I'm here for!" I insisted.
"Ooo what about her?" she said ignoring and pointed to a tall blonde in a pink dress.
"Tasha!"
"Or her?" she pointed to a muscular woman with short brown hair.
"For God's sake! Besides she would crush me".
Just then the door opened and in walked a tall figure dressed all in black with long dark hair, pale skin, ebony lips and a sexy as fuck hourglass figure.
"Now what about her?" Tasha said mischievously.
"Oh wow she's...wait, I know her" and I remembered...it was the brunette from the restaurant!
"You do? How?" Tasha said.
"Long story" I said, my eyes glued to her fine form. She sauntered to the bar and waited to be served, as she leaned on the bar she stuck her ass out and I groaned a little. If I was to have a rebound fuck tonight it was going to be with her.
"Screw it" I downed the rest of my drink and headed to the bar. I could hear Tasha cheering behind me.

"Can I get a vodka cranberry please?" I said to the barman, "plus whatever the lady is having" and gestured towards Morticia.
"How kind of you dear" she said with delight, "I'll have a Bloody Mary please". God even the way she spoke made me weak at the knees!
"No problem Ms. Addams" I said with a smirk.
"How do you know my name?" she said curiously, turning to me with one perfectly manicured hand on her hip.
"Let's just say we have a mutual friend" I replied.
She furrowed her brow as she sifted through her brain.
"Oh! You're Mya's girlfriend! Jasmine isn't it?"
"That's me. But we're not together anymore. I think you can guess why".
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "they are welcome to each other".
"Wow she really is bitter" I thought.
"Anyway I'm here with my friend..." I pointed over to Tasha who was now kissing the face off the muscular woman from earlier, "...who seems to be enjoying herself".
Morticia chuckled, "and what about you? Are you enjoying yourself?"
"I am now".

The barman returned with our drinks and we talked for a while about various things. I told her about my fashion projects at college, she seemed genuinely interested and even offered to be a model for a gothic couture dress I was working on. The thought of her wearing something of my own creation excited me, especially if I got to rip it off her afterwards.
"So what do you think of my dress tonight?" she said giving me a twirl, but I wasn't looking at the dress at all.
"It's gorgeous, very...well fitted" I flirted, "it shows off your figure perfectly".
"Does it now? Would you like to feel it?"
"The dress or the figure?!" I thought.
"Yes please Ms. Addams".
"Call me Morticia darling".
"I prefer 'Ms. Addams'".
She let out a hearty, slightly menacing, laugh.
She took my hand and placed it on her stomach, moving my fingers down the material. Velvet. The good stuff too.
"I love velvet, such a sensual material on the skin. Soft and warm yet luxurious" I analysed.
"Mmm I agree" and she started to close the gap between us.
"But I don't think it's appropriate for a place like this" I said.
"Oh?"
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "it should be on my bedroom floor".
She gasped, "my my Miss Jasmine you're not shy are you?"
I just shrugged and grinned at her. How the hell could I be shy around this gothic goddess?!