Her

Meeting

Coffee wasn't exactly my strong suit, but still, I sat in this coffee shop waiting for my best friend Skye. Checking my watch, I could see that she once again was late. Twenty minutes at that, sighing I called for a waitress. Ready to leave the revolting place, looking into my bag I pulled out my credit card. "What can I do for you sugar?"

Smiling at the friendly old lady I simply asked for the bill. With a nod, she was gone. I glared out the window, already thinking of what Skye could buy me as an apology. I don't see why I wasted my time coming here if she wasn't even going to show up. I should have expected this seeing as she had done this the past few times, always making up an excuse on why she wasn't there.

Leaving the coffee shop, fresh air intruded my lungs which I graciously welcomed. This is what I needed, especially after sitting in there for this long. Since I had the day off I thought I could spend some time with Skye, but once again she has failed to see my good doings.

Walking down the streets of NY, I couldn't help but twinkle at the beautiful city. Seemed like yesterday I was moving into my dorm at NYU, meeting my new roommate Miley. Such great memories with her from late night movies to early mornings throwing up from banging hangovers.

Walking by the club called Sexy Moonlight, I debated on going in or not. I wasn't the normal party girl to go to a club by myself but seeing as Skye had basically ditched me. I could this once adventure into my more outgoing side. Thinking over, I made the rash decision on going in. Flashing my ID to the bouncer, I was engulfed in the darkness. The smell of lust and weed strong in the air.

I was dressed in a black dress, paired with some 4-inch heels. My hair was in its natural curly phase and my ruby necklace shined under the low red lighting. Moving through the sweaty bodies, I finally made it to the bar. Calling a bartender over, I ordered a shot of Tequilla. Downing that, I asked for three more. My eyes clouded over as I brought three more over with me to a booth.

I slowly began drinking the first shot, taking in my surroundings. My eyes rolled back at the smell of weed. My go to therapy, to calm my nerves especially after a long day of writing. Searching through my purse, finding the bag with my heaven in it. Pulling out some paper, I spread it out evenly, not wanting to get more on one hit then the other. Pulling it to my mouth, I swiped at it with my tongue rolling up with expert hands.

Going back to my purse I began looking for a lighter. I heard a clearing of the throat and looked up. In front of me was the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I blinked before recomposing myself, I leaned forward to light the blunt with the lighter in her hand. Pulling back I inhaled and closed my eyes. My body instantly sagging, soaking up the calmness I immediately felt.

She sat down beside me, I could tell she was watching me. Her intense green eyes capturing every inch of my skin. Leaving behind a trail of fire, leaving me with an itching feeling. An itching to consume more. Finally opening my eyes, barely seeing anything I turned my head to her.

A pull of the cheeks, showing me her teeth. She looked like a predator and me her prey. Raising my eyebrow at her, giving her a quick wink. I stood up taking my purse and blunt with me and walked away switching my hips. Traveling to the dance floor, flowing to the middle of the crowd I slowly swayed my hips as I take a couple puffs of my love.

Hands coming up behind me. I began to feel her hands exploring my lower half I couldn't help my hand that traveled around to grip onto her hair. Smiling as I turn my head to the side, she instantly buried her face into my neck. Inhaling my scent, I took another puff of my blunt, sad to see it becoming smaller.

Her hair from a feel seemed to be slick back into a ponytail. I gripped it as she gripped my hips. I let out a low moan which was followed with a bite to my neck. Groaning she twirled me around, her arms enfolding me, bringing my even closer than before. Our hips swayed to the music, heads slowly bobbing. She leaned down and pulled the blunt straight from my hands into her mouth, inhaling a long puff. She watched me as she exhaled white smoke into my face.

I took the initiative on kissing her, and let me tell you something. Fireworks blew up when our mouths touched. Her lips tasted like raspberries, sweet and tasty. Sucking on her bottom lip, we slowly began fighting for dominance. Me ending up losing in the end, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Pulling away from the powerful kiss that seemed to make me woozy, I turned away walking away from the crowd. Going to the bar asking for a pen and paper, I began writing my number and name down. Telling her to call me.

Turning around to see her watching me in all her glory. Her long red ginger hair slicked back into a ponytail and her dark green dangerous eyes that seemed to know my every thought. I let my eyes travel over her attire which included a long collared black shirt that was pulled up at the sleeves. Giving me a slight peek of a tattoo that seemed to be taunting me. She was wearing some black slacks, paired with some black combat boots. Overall she was stunning as hell. Walking back over, I placed the piece of paper in her hand and blew her a kiss.

Leaving her standing there, as I escaped into the night with the thought of a certain ginger in mind.