Taylor hadn’t exactly expected much of a challenge. Tatum had practically offered him her vagina on a silver platter on multiple occasions, but he knew that if he was really going to go through with this, he had to play his cards right. Tatum was used to getting turned down by him, and he knew that a simple agreement or flirtation wouldn’t do the trick. For all he knew, she was only still flirting with him to annoy him, a distinct possibility. So, he continued to down drinks, not to the point where he’d be too drunk to function, but definitely drunk enough to go through with his end of the bet. He sat there for a good five minutes trying to assure himself that he did indeed have condoms and spermacide in his nightstand drawer. There was no way he’d go in without at least two forms of protection backing him up.
“So, are you guys about done here? We kind of want to close,” she smiled, again, leaning directly against the booth, her entire body mere inches away from Taylor’s side.
“Yeah, go ahead and bring our check,” Isaac said pleasantly. He was always nice to other people, just never to his own family, Taylor noted with disgust. For as much as Isaac undoubtedly got laid, Taylor couldn’t imagine why he was always so uptight and pissy.
“So, are you going to fuck her or what?” Zac asked, his face flushed from the six or so beers he’d consumed, much to Isaac’s dismay now that he was forced into being the designated driver. The last thing the band needed was a highly publicized DUI, he pointed out, so he consented to having two beers, even though it was apparently “Zac’s turn to be responsible.” Zac didn’t seem to give much of a shit.
“If everything works out the way I want it to, yes,” Taylor replied.
“How can you possibly want to have sex with her after she slept with Zac?” Isaac asked, looking across the table at Zac with disdain.
Taylor shrugged. “I’m a man of my word,” he said, pushing his glass to the edge of the table. But then something made him think of a plan, step one in his efforts. He left his glass sitting there, but as she made her way over to the table, he put his hand around the short glass, smirking at her. As she reached for it in an attempt to clear the table, he slowly slid the glass towards him, finally letting it rest just far enough away from her that she’d have to lean over the table and towards him to reach it. In other words, in the exact right spot that her tits would be forced into his direct line of sight. She looked slightly shocked by his action at first, but not in an offended kind of way. Rather, she looked victorious as she fell right into his plan, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.
“Here’s your check,” she said to none of them in particular, dropping it in the middle of the table without taking her eyes from Taylor’s intent gaze. He shifted slightly as he felt himself harden against the zipper of his jeans.
“Holy shit, that was almost smooth, man!” Zac exclaimed, reaching his hand up as if to receive a high five from Taylor. Taylor just narrowed his eyes at him and started digging for his wallet in his back pocket. Once they had all chipped in for their part of the tab, Isaac and Zac left Taylor pretending to figure the tip.
“Did your brothers abandon you?” Tatum asked.
“Pretty much,” Taylor said, a cigarette now resting between his lips since his brothers were gone.
“I didn’t know that you were a smoker,” she stated, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“Neither do most people, so just keep it to yourself, okay?” he sassed, setting a final ten dollar bill down on the pile.
“I’ll go get you some change,” she smiled, turning to walk away.
“Not necessary. Keep it,” he said, standing from the booth.
“Thanks,” she said, “It’ll help me pay for the taxi I have to take since my stupid car broke down last week.”
“Do you want a ride?” he asked, fully aware of the connotation present in his question.
“I’d love a ride. Just give me a second to put this in the drawer,” she said, turning and practically running for the waitress station. He grinned to himself and felt a surge of accomplishment course through him. It wasn’t often that he took advantage of anything at all to hook up with girls, but he was all too aware of the fact that he was taking full advantage of Tatum’s long-standing lust for him. The strangest part of all was that he didn’t find himself caring at all. In fact, he was rather looking forward to what was to come that night. She was as well known around town for giving fantastic head as she was for being a total slut and he was fully looking forward to finding out if the guys he’d talked to were right. He didn’t even care that he was far, far from being the first guy to get there. An excellent lay seemed to be exactly what was in order.
“I’m ready to go,” she practically cooed, startling him out of his personal reverie. He led the way out to his car, not even bothering to ask her where she lived. She didn’t offer the information either, and it was as if they both knew that they weren’t heading there.
“You want to come over for a drink?” he asked. She shifted in her seat so she was closer to facing him and seemed to examine him carefully.
“I’m not old enough to drink, Taylor. You know that,” she said slyly.
He looked at her and smiled. “Oh, of course. How silly of me! Maybe I should just take you home,” he teased.
“You’d better not,” she said, turning back to face forward. The rest of the drive was spent in silence save the radio station Taylor had turned on that neither of them was really paying attention to. Once they had arrived, he led her to the kitchen where he immediately pulled two wineglasses from the appropriate cabinet. He served them both up a glass of Pinot Noir, a bottle significantly better than the one Flannery had tried to serve him recently. “So, why am I here?”
“What do you mean?” he asked, taken slightly aback by her question.
“Oh come on, Taylor. You’ve been avoiding me for years. What makes tonight different? Are you just drunk enough to give in?” she asked, stepping closer to him and taking a sip of her wine.
“I don’t know,” he lied, “Do I have to have a reason?” She shook her head and downed the rest of her glass in one long sip before setting the glass on the counter. Quickly, he refilled her now empty glass, taking it easy on his own as he had already had more drinks than he should have. He put the bottle back in the fridge after putting the cork back in, “Let’s watch some TV,” she suggested, grabbing her glass and heading for the living room, obviously making herself right at home. He followed her, fully prepared and grabbing a coaster from their rightful resting place, ready to put it under her glass before it touched the unmarred dark wood of his coffee table. Even drunk, he just couldn’t let his anal retentiveness wane.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Tatum’s lips were on his. Even though he was aware of her reputation, he was still taken aback by her sudden forwardness. Her lips claimed his over and over as she scooted closer to him on the couch, pressing as much of her body into his as she could. There was no subtlety to her actions, no mystery. It was completely obvious what her final goal was, and while it was Taylor’s also, it still turned his stomach slightly. After a few minutes of increasingly intense kissing, Taylor pulled back slightly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him breathlessly.
“Nothing. I just want to slow down a little, is that okay?” he asked. He tried to read her face, and she looked incredibly confused and a little bit hurt, “Maybe take it to the bedroom? Is that okay?” As hard as he tried, he couldn’t understand why he was suddenly being so nice to her, but he suspected that it had something to do with the fact that she looked seconds away from breaking, like he had just offended her horribly. He stood and extended a hand to her, leading her in the direction of the bedroom. She followed noiselessly, apparently deep in thought. Once inside his bedroom, he pressed his body against hers, pushing her gently into the soft edge of his bed until she sat down, his lips never leaving hers. He crawled forward, forcing her to follow him until they were situated comfortably in the middle of his bed. His body naturally settled next to hers on the mattress, his leg intertwining itself between hers. Even though he didn’t feel naturally compelled to, he moved his hand to her stomach, gently pulling her dark green work shirt untucked, allowing his hand access to the skin beneath. He wasn’t sure why he was taking it further than he really wanted to, but something in the back of his brain just kept telling him to move forward like he should, like he always had. This was how things went. Kissing, groping, undressing, fondling, and if all of that went well, eventually screwing. The feel of her firm breast under his hand would have in the past driven him to a horny, beyond-control state, but instead he found himself just continuing on almost mechanically. At least that was how it felt to him.
“Taylor,” she said breathlessly as his mouth moved to the side of her neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin he found there.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Take your shirt off,” she ordered, sitting up to remove her own before dropping dramatically back onto the bed. He did as told before climbing on top of her, lightly resting his weight on top of her. “You’re not hard.”
“What?” he asked, half out of shock and half out of confusion as to why she kept interrupting him.
“You’re not hard,” she repeated, sticking one leg up between his and pressing herself up as if to prove her point.
“I think I might be too drunk… it’s just taking awhile,” he lied. One lusty look from her earlier had made his dick half hard, but now, with her writhing around under him, he felt nothing other than a compulsion to continue no matter what. He knew that he needed to do this, for whatever reason. Maybe he just knew how many guys Tatum had been with and that was what was causing his temporary erectile dysfunction. She rolled her eyes.
“Look, if you’re not into this, then just take me home,” she sighed.
“Aren’t you having a good time?” he asked.
“Yeah, but you clearly aren’t,” she said. She looked away at the wall and effectively broke their eye contact.
“You think that just because I’m not hard from ten minutes of making out that I don’t want to be doing this?” She had no response to that. And that was when he figured it out. She really did think that. For so long, she’d been used to having men go after her who were so horny for her that everything was ready to go in a matter of minutes. Hell, the entire thing was probably over in a matter of minutes. She took his lack of immediate response as a sign that he wasn’t really interested, which he supposed he really wasn’t, but she didn’t need to know that. Instead of further questioning her, he just leaned down and kissed her slowly and tried to think of anything possible that would turn him on. She ran her hands down his back before sliding them into his back pockets, her hand reaching around his wallet and pulling it out. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready,” she smiled, pulling a condom from within its confines. But it didn’t come out by itself. A small white card fell out onto her chest and he immediately snatched it from her hands. He struggled to read it through his blurry vision, but the name at the top came into focus rather quickly.
“Dominic,” he whispered as he stared at the card he’d forgotten was in his possession.
“Who?” she asked exasperatedly, trying to grab the card from his hands. He yanked the wallet from her hands, shoved the card back inside and tossed it onto the floor.
“Tatum… shut up,” he told her before devouring her mouth again. He wasn’t sure if it was the constant friction of her leg rubbing against the zipper of his jeans or even exactly how long it took, but eventually, once more of their clothes had made their way to the floor, Tatum gasped as Taylor pressed himself into her.
“Mmm, finally,” she moaned, tearing open the condom wrapper with her teeth. He just shoved his boxer briefs down and she moved to remove her own underwear. “Fuck me.”
“Please don’t talk like that, it’s kind of ruining it for me,” Taylor said honestly, kissing her again before thrusting fully into her.
“Sorry, most guys like that,” she said quickly, her mouth latching onto his neck as he sunk into a steady rhythm.
“Yeah, well… I’m not most guys,” he said. He worked as hard as he could, but finally had to admit that in his drunken state, his orgasm was much too far away to be reachable, but hers wasn’t. He slid his hand between her legs and continued his ministrations until Tatum arched her back and moaned deeply.
“Oh my god…” she said, clutching onto Taylor’s shoulders until he gently rolled off of her. “I knew you’d be good.” He felt her curl up next to him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the ceiling. He lay there in a state of emotional neutrality, something he’d never felt after sex. And he didn’t like it. At all.