You Belong Here...

one.

"Patron on the ice, please Keto." I said to the bartender.

I was done with today, three people quit and my boss put the blame on me. Like I was supposed to have control over what grown folks do.

"Everything okay Rae? You've been here more than usual. It's not like you to drink this heavy..." Keto said as he passed me my drink.

I'd been going to Keto's bar for a while now, we were childhood friends growing up. He was right, I wasn't an avid drinker. But when I got stressed, that's all I'd resort too.

"I'm good. It's just been a long week." I took the shot back. It felt like water going down.

My face soured.

"Another one." Keto shook his head.

I needed more than just a drink to ease this pain. I knew exactly what to do and who to call. Fumbling through my purse, I grabbed my phone and called Simon. If there was one person who was up for anything, it was him.

"Hello?" Simon said in a sleepy tone.

"He- Hey... Hey Simon. I... I didn't mean to wake you. I'm just, I'm just horny. I wanna' fuck." I was drunk.

Maybe I should have listened when Keto told me to chill, but I was six shots in. There was no stopping me now.

"You wanna' what?" Simon asked in a re-adjusted tone.

"I wanna' fuck!" I yelled into the phone as everyone at the bar stared at me.

"Raelyn, you've been drinking again haven't you? Where are you?"

"I'm at Keto's bar... Come get me, I wanna' do some nasty shit. Hurry up, I'm getting hot." I could hear Simon suck his teeth before hanging up.

I knew he was sick of my shit, but deep down he still loved me. Simon and I were those friends that were never meant to date, but really liked each other. All the sex we had regularly, we should have been a couple... But we both knew it wasn't going to work.

Fifteen minutes and two more shots later, Simon finally came inside to get me.

"Really Keto?" I heard him say.

Keto shrugged his shoulders.

"I told her to stop after two, we're at eight now." They both shook their heads and Simon helped me up.

We started walking to the car, and I was stumbling every where. I couldn't stop laughing and talking loud.

"You need to stop this Rae. Seriously, this isn't like you." Simon became more concerned as we got closer to his house.

I sucked my teeth.

"I'm fine! I had a long fucking week." Nobody seemed to understand my frustration.

We finally pulled up to his apartment, it was so dark. I kicked my heels off way before we got in the door. Simon placed his keys on the kitchen table and I crept up behind him, kissing his neck.

"Rae, stop. You're drunk as hell." I didn't know why he was fighting this temptation. He knew he wanted this.

"Come on..." I began sucking on his neck more and grabbing his penis as I watched his jaw clench.

"Why do you do this to me?" He softly groaned.

I led him to his bedroom where our clothes began falling off left and right. He seperated my legs so far, sticking his tongue in and out of my warm and wet vagina. I moan loudly. Sex was so much better when I was drunk.

I tried to push his head away but he kept eating, causing my legs to tremble more and more.

"Just fuck me already!" I said, sucking my juices off his lips.