Chili night got moved to Alcide’s house because he got some bad ass, curved eighty inch screen TV. Usually I didn’t pay that much attention to electronics, but even I could admit it was a thing of beauty. I met Alcide through Preston. My understanding was that Four Alarm was owned by a group of local firefighters. Alcide was involuntarily retired after a head injury in the line of duty that permanently affected his sense of balance and caused chronic vertigo.
What I wasn’t expecting when we got there was a spunky little brunette named Dawn. She had emerald green eyes and the right amount of bounce and wiggle when she walked. She was dressed in short shorts and a thin, flowing top that let me know she had a nice rack. Dawn was definitely an attractive woman.
“Nice to meet you,” I said when Alcide introduced us.
“Same to you, handsome,” she replied with a flirty smile.
“You a chilihead too?” I asked her.
“Nah, Al just likes having me around,” she giggled. “I’m actually a vegetarian.”
“I can see why he does,” I replied. I hadn’t been with anyone since Aude. It was time to get back out there, even if it was just fun and nothing too serious.
“She’s fun to look at and she bounces,” he shrugged.
“We’ve been friends for a few years,” Dawn explained.
“Oh yeah? Debbie didn’t scare you away?” I knew Alcide had a crazy ex-girlfriend who had scared several people into leaving Alcide’s life. Most of those people happened to be female.
“She doesn’t scare me,” she shrugged. “I can take anything she throws at me and then toss it back just as hard.”
“Good for you. I hear you might need it. Maybe a taser, too,” I chuckled.
“She doesn’t fuck with me,” Dawn smiled, looking me up and down. “I don’t really want to talk about her, though. I want to know more about you.”
I smiled and asked, “What do you want to know?”
“First thing I need to know is if you’re single.”
“I am,” I answered. “Are you?” I didn’t see a ring on her finger but that didn’t mean anything.
“I am,” she confirmed.
“Since when does that matter to you, Dawn?” Alcide snorted as he walked past us.
“It matters, jerk,” she giggled.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s been fucking Crazy for the last eight years,” I said, earning me the finger over Alcide’s shoulder.
“I don’t pay him any mind,” she told me, shifting a little closer.
“That’s good.” She smelled kind of citrusy. I liked it.
“You wanna go out back to get to know each other better without all the interruptions?”
“I’d like that,” I agreed, willingly following Dawn’s ass as she walked to the sliding door. It was still pretty warm outside but there was a cooler full of icy cold beer, so that was going to make it more tolerable. I grabbed one of the bottles and twisted the top off before offering it to Dawn.
“Thanks.” She took the bottle and rubbed the cool glass down her neck. She set it down and pulled her top off; revealing a tiny bikini top that barely covered her nipples. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s just so hot out here.”
Nope, definitely didn’t mind.
“Not at all,” I said and grabbed another bottle from the cooler for myself.
Dawn walked over to take a seat on the little love seat, leaving just enough room for me.
“So, Eric, what kind of stuff do you do for fun?” she asked before taking a drink of her beer.
“Depends. I try to do outdoor stuff. I’ve been swimming a lot lately. I like going hiking, too. This weekend I’m driving up to Vegas to visit my sister,” I answered.
“Sounds fun. I try to get up there every few weeks,” she told me.
“Oh yeah? Got a favorite thing to do there?” I twisted the cap off my beer and took a drink.
“The clubs are better. I drive up with my girlfriends and we go out drinking and dancing,” she told me.
“Sounds like fun,” I agreed. “My sister usually makes me go see Celine Dion.”
“No offense, but that sounds lame, Eric,” she laughed. “You should come up with me and the girls sometime. We can show you what real fun is.”
“Oh I agree it’s lame, but my sister is pushy as hell,” I chuckled. “I don’t know if I could keep up with you.”
“I’m sure you could. You play basketball, right? Your stamina has to be good.”
“Used to,” I said. Immediately red flags went up.
“I’m sure the stamina is still good,” she purred, leaning a little close. Nails just as red as those flags scratched up my thigh.
“It could use a little work,” I said. “But that’s not your problem.” Unless she wanted it to be.
“If I play my cards right it could be, couldn’t it? Plus, I’m sure my friends and I could keep you going.” She took her hand back and took a sip of her beer.
“You mean on the dance floor or off?”
“Both,” she shrugged.
“You’re into group activity off the dance floor?”
“Depends on the day.”
“And the group, I’m sure,” I smiled.
“Definitely,” she smiled back. “It would be a lot better with you in it, though.”
“What kind of activities do you have in mind?” I had a pretty good idea, but I could play along with her.
“Mmm, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, Eric. I can’t go talking about what we do, can I?”
“I just want to know what to expect. That’s fair, isn’t it? How do I know you’re not going to drag me to something lamer, like Clay Aiken?” I joked.
“True,” she giggled. “Well, I guess I can tell you some of the things we like to do.” She took another sip of her beer before leaning over to set it on the table. When she sat back up she was a little closer and her hand settled higher on my thigh. “None of us like to wear clothes,” she started. “We also enjoy… playing with each other. A little pre-party, if you know what I mean. It would be nice to have a real cock involved sometimes…” When she finished her fingertips were grazing up and down my upper thigh, really close to my cock.
“A sex toy with a pulse, huh?” I teased.
“If you want to look at it like that. I, for one, would see more than a toy.”
“I’m sure you have no trouble finding a real cock to keep you happy,” I said.
Dawn shrugged and leaned over to grab her beer again.
“I’m not interested in finding just any cock to play with,” she said. “I’m interested in getting to know you better.”
It seemed like she was more interested in finding a fuck buddy, but whatever.
“I think I’m going to go check on the chili,” I told her before I got up.
“I’ll be in after I finish my beer,” she said with a small pout.
I went inside but headed to the bathroom to take a piss. I was washing my hands afterward when there was a knock on the door.
“Be right out,” I replied.
The handle on the door jiggled. “Can I come in?” Dawn called back.
I turned off the water and started drying my hands. When I opened the door, Dawn ducked into the room.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she closed and locked the door.
“I wanted to see if you’d let me take it for a trial run?” she said quietly while unzipping my shorts. She reached through my zipper with her big green eyes on mine. “Unless you don’t want me to…”
Common sense dictated I push her away. That was the smart thing to do. Unfortunately all my blood was rushing south, leaving my big head inoperable. All I could do was nod like a dope. As if I’d never been with a girl before or something.
Dawn smiled up at me as she dropped to her knees. She pulled my cock and started to stroke me slowly, making my dick get harder and harder on each pass. Her soft, pink tongue flicked out to lick my tip before she wrapped her lips around my head. I could feel her tongue slithering back and forth as her head started to bob. It was clear she wasn’t trying to be in the bathroom all night.
She pulled off long enough to say, “Maybe later you can feel how wet sucking dick makes me,” before she was right back at it, bobbing her head quickly. She couldn’t seem to get much more than my head into her mouth, but her hand quickly moved over my shaft.
It wasn’t the best head I ever got but it was unexpected and Dawn was definitely working for it. She also seemed to like it when I pulled on her ponytail a little bit.
“You like it rough?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” she breathed. She slapped my tip on her tongue a few times and then went right back to work sucking on me.
It felt fucking awesome, but then it had been a few months since the last time I’d gotten a blowjob. My hips thrust, gagging her a little, and Dawn moaned. She was kind of a freak. I liked that.
Her hands moved back to grab my ass, trying to pull me in deeper. Her saliva was coating my dick and dribbling down her chin. Tears streaked her face as the lust rose in her eyes. She wanted more, but we didn’t have a condom and I wasn’t chancing it. She brought one hand back to tug on my balls, practically begging me to cum with her eyes.
Mine closed in an attempt to just focus on the feeling of her mouth on me. Knowing that she was getting so turned on by what she was doing helped. My cock started to pulse and my balls got tighter as the orgasm got closer.
“Fuck… Where do you want it?” I asked Dawn quietly, not wanting to presume she’d swallow. Aude wasn’t a swallower. In fact, she didn’t really like it when I came in my mouth.
Proof that Dawn was not Aude, she simply redoubled her efforts, making no attempt to pull her lips off of my swelling dick. I grunted and held her head steady at the end, letting my release shoot down her throat. The way she moaned, I wondered if she came, too. I leaned back against the wall and released her hair, watching as she licked up some of the cum she couldn’t swallow right away.
“Goddamn,” I muttered. I definitely hadn’t been expecting that to happen.
“I’ll make sure to give you my number before you leave tonight,” she panted, wiping her chin.
“The stamina passes muster?”
“That was quick, but it was meant to be,” she smirked. “I want to test it when we’re not in a bathroom.”
“Fair enough.” I helped her up off her knees and then turned to straighten up some. Dawn fixed her makeup and washed her hands before she left the bathroom. I had no idea how often Dawn did something like that, but I’d be lying if I said it was a disappointment.
“Stackhouse, for fuck’s sake, what is taking so long?” Sookie had been in the bathroom changing clothes for the last ten minutes. How long could it take to change clothes?
“I want to make sure it looks just right!” she called out. I heard a pair of heels click on the tile floor before the door creaked open and she stuck her head out. “Are you ready?”
“I’m practically beside myself with anticipation,” I deadpanned.
“You’re an asshole,” she chuckled. She opened the door all the way and stepped out. She had on a fitted black dress with what looked liked a flowy beige top. She had on a pair or four inch heels that matched the top of the dress. “How is this?”
“It’s… nice,” I shrugged indifferently.
“Ugh,” she groaned. “I need to find something else, then. This is terrible.” She kicked the shoes off and went past me toward the closet.
“It definitely didn’t blow my balls off,” I replied, flopping back on her bed. “Can I ask you a really personal question?”
“Yeah,” she said over her shoulder as she rifled through her clothes.
“Have you ever met someone you were so attracted to that you fucked around with them in less than an hour from the time you met them?”
She grabbed another black dress and turned around. “Once, when I was twenty. I wanted to get back at my very recent ex and slept with the first guy I met out at the bar. It was terrible,” she chuckled.
“But it was just a onetime thing, right? Nothing more?” Dawn had given me her number but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to call her or not. It seemed kind of like a dick move, but something in the back of my mind told me she was trouble.
“It was just once with him. I don’t even remember his name,” she admitted. “He was that terrible.” She started pulling the dress she was wearing off as she walked back into the bathroom. She left the door open just enough to cover her so we could still talk.
“So if he gave you his number you wouldn’t have called, right?”
“No. Actually, I think he did give me his number and I threw it away.” She came out, pulling a second black dress down her thighs. “Does that make me a bad person?”
“It’s honest. Are you going on a date or to a funeral?” The dress wasn’t bad but it was kind of boring.
“Right, I should go with color,” she sighed. She shuffled back to her closet. “I just don’t want to look like a blimp and black is supposedly slimming.”
“You won’t look like a blimp. Just go topless,” I shrugged. I wouldn’t be able to pay attention to anything else.
“I don’t want to get arrested, Eric,” she chuckled. She pulled out a teal dress to try on. “Maybe I should go with dark jeans and a top?” She pulled the top of her dress down and started to pull the teal one on.
“At Camille’s? I don’t think so. They’re too fancy for that.”
“Well, fuck,” she grumbled. “Maybe you should get up and find a dress for me.” She straightened out the teal dress and pushed the black one down her thighs so it landed on the floor.
“I’m not qualified for that.”
“I think you are.” She found a purple dress and held it up against her chest. “So are you going to call the super slut?”
I arched my eyebrow at her. “Why do you assume there’s a super slut?”
“Because I know a hypothetical question when I hear one, and that wasn’t hypothetical. How do we feel about purple? Should I put it on or is it an instant no?”
“It might be okay.” That wasn’t a good enough answer, judging by her stare.
“Look, Eric, I know you’re never going to look at me and see some gorgeous supermodely type, but I need you to be serious and tell me if you think Ben might like it.” She went back into the bathroom. I could hear her shifting around as she changed into something different.
“I think the more important question is whether or not you want me to see you as supermodely,” I said. I was an asshole, so why not?
“I at least want you to tell me if you seriously think I look pretty.” She came back out in the first dress she tried on.
“You already tried that one.”
“It’s the most comfortable,” she told me. “Is it really bad?”
“If it’s the one you like, then go with it.” That was a good answer, right?
“I’ll change and then go get dinner started,” she sighed. She turned to go back into the bathroom.
“You’re hiding, Sookie,” I told her.
“From what?” she called out.
“If you want a guy to see you like a supermodel, you don’t have to weigh eighty pounds and starve yourself. You accept what you’re working with and you own it,” I told her. “That dress is wearing you, not the other way around. You’re a pretty girl. Fucking own it.”
She came out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and a tank top with her hair piled on top of her head. “You’re better at this than you think, Northman.”
“I don’t think you can wear that to Camille’s either, shorty.”
“I know. I’m going with the first dress. I’ll wear different shoes and make sure my hair and makeup look good. I can hear your stomach grumbling and I have chicken marinating.”
I shook my head at her but she’d made up her mind. Sookie was exaggerating about my stomach, too. I got up and followed her to the kitchen area.
“So is Drooly meeting you?” I asked. I took note of her phone lying on the counter and got an idea.
“It’s Ben, and he’s picking me up at six,” she told me. Sookie’s back was to me as I grabbed her phone. She pulled the chicken out of the fridge along with some broccoli. “Do you want potatoes or couscous? The marinade is a tequila lime.”
“Couscous I think,” I answered and hacked my way into her contacts to change Ben’s contact name to Drooly McGee. I carefully put her phone back on the counter where I found it.
“You got it. You’re in for a treat,” she smiled over her shoulder. “I’m going to grill the chicken. Do you want cheese sauce on your broccoli, or are you cool with it steamed?”
“Steamed is good. Broccoli is actually my favorite vegetable,” I informed her.
“Mine too,” she told me. “Green beans are a close second.” She moved around the kitchen gracefully getting pots on and preparing the broccoli.
“Corn on the cob is my close second. I’d offer to help but you don’t want that,” I assured her. “The only thing my mom was successful in teaching me how to make is gravy.”
“That’s something,” she smiled. “Didn’t you say you were good at grilling?”
“I do alright,” I smiled back at her.
“I would ask if you wanted to try grilling the chicken, but you don’t seem too confident.”
“I’m plenty confident.”
“Do you want to grill the chicken?” she asked.
“I can. Up to you.”
“If it’s bad I can make more broccoli,” she snickered. “I trust you, though. I have a gas grill on the patio if you want to go get it started.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” I went to her patio to start the grill. It was going to take a minute to get the heat set just right, but Sookie brought out the chicken for me.
“So, do you know what you’re going to do about the hypothetical girl?” she asked, leaning against the railing.
“She’s more than hypothetical,” I admitted. “She ambushed me in Al’s bathroom.”
“Oh damn,” Sookie said with raised eyebrows. “Be careful, that’s all I’m saying. I don’t trust girls like that. They’re always after something more than a good orgasm.”
“She wants to meet up in Vegas,” I told Sookie. Dawn mentioned driving up there too, at least for Saturday night.
“I’m not interested in meeting her, so have fun,” Sookie replied dismissively.
“I didn’t invite you to meet her and I didn’t say I agreed to it, but thank you,” I replied.
“Oooh, snippy,” she teased. “I’m just saying, if you do want to meet up with her I can find something else, I’m sure.”
“I don’t know. She asked me if I play basketball.” The look I got was pretty much the way I felt when Dawn brought it up. “Yeah, I know. It’s possible she knows I used to be a professional player but it’s also possible she asked because I’m tall. I don’t want to just assume she’s looking for a sugar daddy.”
“I try not to be very judgy, but if she brought up the fact that you were a basketball player and then followed you into the bathroom… well, if the golddigger shoe fits…”
“It’s possible but it’s not like she pursued the basketball thing. It’s also possible she was trying to be subtle, which sounds weird considering she blew me–”
“You let her blow you?” Sookie whisper-yelled. “I hope you ran some alcohol swabs over that thing.” She pointed to my crotch. “You may want to pick up some antibiotics too. I’ve known girls like that, Eric. She wants money.”
“I’m not giving her money,” I said. I wasn’t going to say it out loud, but going for an STD test sounded like a good idea. I didn’t want dick gangrene.
“I believe it, but I just hope you know what you’re in for when dealing with her if you do decide to call her.”
“I don’t know if I will. Part of me wants to start dating again but I just don’t want to deal with bullshit, you know? I don’t want to waste my time on someone,” I explained.
“Then wait until all of you is ready to start dating again,” she told me. “Or wait until you meet that girl that just does it for you, ya know?”
“Yeah, but the part of me that wants to start dating again had fun last night.” I dodged the hand flying at me.
“That’s your dick that’s ready to start dating,” she told me. “Don’t let your dick get the better of you. It fucks everything up in one way or another. That’s how Quinn and I split.”
“Hey, having random fun when I’m single is okay. Paying broads to service me because the missus won’t is not,” I reasoned. “Besides, I don’t know if I’m going to call her. She just kind of invited herself to come up and I planned on hanging out with you and my sister. The head wasn’t that good.”
Sookie shook her head with a small smile. “I’ve never heard anyone say a blowjob wasn’t that good. Most guys I know are too elated to get their dick in a girl’s mouth to even notice.”
“Then you understand why I couldn’t pass it up,” I smirked. That time I didn’t dodge the flying hand fast enough and Sookie caught my upper arm. “Ah! For a lilliputian you hit hard.”
“I spent my life defending myself from my brother and his friends,” she told me. “I had to learn to hit hard to get those jokers to leave me alone.”
“Well lay off the spinach, Popeye.” I rubbed my arm.
“Nope. It’s taken the place of french fries.”
“Lame.” I opened the grill to get the chicken started.
I liked hanging out with Sookie. She was a fun person to be around. It was too bad I didn’t feel that spark because I had no doubt she would be a good wife or an awesome mom. Then again, she didn’t seem interested in me either, so the search was just going to have to continue. I’d find the right one eventually.