College Party.

Losing contact

She got a cab home, and when she arrived home she stumbled into the apartment and immediately met the bathroom floor, as she puked everything she had drank that night out.

"Rough night huh?" Kim said from the living room, "Also do you have my phone?"

"Oh, yeah you gave it to me so you wouldn't get a random mans number." Trixie was able to get out, before she was met with the toilet seat again, and puking her guts out. This would be a longer night than she wanted. And god, she'd be hungover.

"Oh, smart of me. Well can I have it back?" Kim asked, as she went into the Kitchen to grab a snack.

Trixie answered by sliding the bag across the floor so it almost touched the outside room.

"Whys it turned off?" Kim asked, as she picked up her phone. Shit maybe that hell of a woman turned it off, Trixie shouldn't think about her right now. 

"No clue, maybe it died." Trixie lied, as she then got up, done throwing up she thought, grabbing a bottle of pills from the cupboard, and taking 2. These should help with the hangover.

Trixie had been saving up for a phone, and after this next rehearsal she would have enough to get one, as her college was paying her money for her rehearsals, she was also on a financial plan, so she wasn't that cooked. She'd get her phone, call the woman from the party, and if she wasn't already obsessed with this woman, get obsessed. 

So Trixie went to be on the thought of this woman. The thought of what this woman could do to her, she needed to get her mind off it. So she went to sleep. 

-

The next day was her theatre show rehearsal. Then she would go buy herself a phone and she would be able to make a date with the girl of her literal dreams

When rehearsal ended. She ran her way to the phone store, where she got the cheapest but newest possible phone. She smiled the entire time, as she got the phone, and walked home after she got it, smiling from ear to ear.

When she got home she looked through Kim's, no number.

well, fuck.

She didn't know how she would work through this as every thought in head looped, what was this mystery girl doing without her. Was her mouth on someone else's? Was her tobacco scent left on somebody else's dress? Where her cigarette scented fingers brushing against someone else's waist? Would she ever know? 

Likely not. She would likely go her entire life not knowing what happened to this mysterious woman at the strange party. 

She would likely have to live through the sorrows of not being with the woman she could not stop thinking about. Sure, the woman's touch and words would provide her with bean flicking material for a lifetime. She wouldn't have to watch porn ever again sense this woman was in her life and charmed her so much she was walking home knowing what would happen the next time they met no matter what. 

But there would be never be a next time, because she has lost this woman. She has missed out on the opportunity of a life time and she would never stop thinking about this blonde woman in her slutty red dress. 

Maybe shed be able to ask Kim if she's ever seen her around, or she could search and scan every possible social media platform for this girl.

But was that to desperate?

Fuck it, she was desperate.

Even if she did find her would she be able to get her to understand everything and understand how bad she had been yearning for this woman's hands on her body, how every single song is now ruined with the thoughts of the woman and her touch. but she was obsessed. but she hated it all at the same time. 

-

And for the next few weeks, she just asked everyone around if she knows this woman at all, if 

Until Kim invited her to another to another party and this might be the chance she can see the woman again, she can fall for this woman and this time she'd go home with her and let her do anything she wanted to do to her. This time she'd make sure she'd look amazing and let herself be absolutely ruined.

And she'd learn the woman's name this time.

If she didn't show up, Trixie didn't know what she would do.

She didn't know how she would get over how crazily horny she had been for the past weeks.

I guess we would find out.