After drinking away my sorrows, I turned to get up and walk away. Clearly leaving the island was a bad idea. I hadn't even been away for a week and I was already feeling so depressed. Then, I felt my phone vibrate. I smiled and pull my phone out of my pocket. It had to be my boyfriend. I had met him when we were just 16. He was my classmate and had consoled me the ught my dad's funeral, my mum's betrayal, Sam snatching every good thing I had.
He knew nearly everything about me. The only thing he didn't know was that I was working in the hospital. The elite hospital. Nightshade was a prestigious hospital and I was about to be promoted to head of anesthesiology department. Then, my salary would be 8 figures. We could finally get married.
I looked at my phone screen and saw that I had message from Sam. It was a picture of her hugging a man with his back visible to the camera. It was littered with scratch marks all over the parts most visible to the camera. That, combined with the messy bed in one corner of the frame and her smug face told me they had just had sex. Why would she send me a picture of her postcoitus. Then, I spotted the mirror behind them and the faceI saw there froze me. My mouth fell open and a bitter mix of betrayal and pain churned in my chest.
Then, the waterworks. I fell to the floor and a few people at the bar turned to me and gave me a concerned look. I couldn't gather the strength to get up. What was the purpose of life? Everyone I had loved and wanted to love me had betrayed me and the ones who hadn't had been a direct accomplice. I breathed in through my nose and through my mouth until I had composed myself enough to get off the floor. My vision was blurry and I clutched my phone in my hand. I had gone out with only my phone to have a few drinks here. Thank fuck because I wasn't oriented enough to get my shit and leave the bar.
I walked out of the bar and the cool evening breeze hit my face. I walked into an empty looking street that was relatively dark and leaned on the wall. Unsanitary, I know but I was so depressed that I didn't care. Then, I looked a few feet away from me. There was a woman leaning against the wall. She had a beautiful gown on, making her look like she had escaped from a high-end ball. She had a cigarette between her fingers and her face was slightly illuminated. She looked extremely attractive from where I stood.
She seemed to notice someone was with her and turned to look at me. Our eyes locked and electricity seemed to flash between us. She let the cigarette fall to the floor and stepped on it. Then, she turned and started walking towards me. The street suddenly felt too small. I felt like she was taking all the air from my lungs and my heart was beating so fast I had even forgotten that I was crying. She walked until she was right in front of me and cupped my face with one hand. Her fingers were long and slender and I couldn't help but lean into her touch. She used a finger to wipe my tears and as if deciding it wasn't enough, she opened the purse I hadn't noticed hanging from her shoulder and pulled out a little pack of tissues and wiped my face dry.
"Why is a girl as beautiful as you crying out here alone?" Her voice was melodious and a little deep, like an alto voice and I loved it already. "My stepsister slept with my boyfriend and sent me a picture of them afterwards." I don't know what it was about her that made me so open and honest about my shitty situation. "And my mother had been using the money I had been sending her to pay for my dad's funeral home had been used to smear him online and that she had used his ashes to plant flowers for her new husband." I was a yapper. I could talk for hours and wouldn't get tired. I ended up telling her all the bad shit that had happened to me including one of my rival's intern's patient waking up mid-surgery.
For once, someone listened to me. She held my hand and let me complain about all the bad things that had happened in my life throughout that week and the week as a whole. The week turned into a month. A week turned into my whole life. I told her about how my mother hadn't loved me, I told her about how my dad had loved me enough for both of them and how he had died. She didn't talk. She just listened.
"And it might be my fault for being unlovable but…" "Stop." I was a bit shocked by how firm she sounded. Had I talked too much? Was she fed up? "Don't say you're unlovable, love. You're lovable. In fact, you're probably too lovable." She lifted her free hand to tap my cheek lightly after saying that. I was a bit shocked. What did she mean by that? Did she already love me? No, that was wild. What was more wild was the fact that I liked the fact that she might already like me a little too much. I was straight was a ruler. Or was I? I liked the fact that she liked me a little too much.
She patted my cheek and released my hand. Before I could mourn the loss of her skin against mine, she placed her hands on both sides of my face. Her face was so close to my face that our breaths were mingling. Her breath was a little minty and had a faint tobacco scent. This had to be the best thing I had ever perceived. I looked down and her lips immediately caught my attention. Her lips were full and plump and looked so inviting that I moved a little and took a bite. I couldn't help myself, liquid courage and everything.
I pulled back almost immediately to look at her face. She looked stunned. She cupped my chin and angled my face towards hers. Then, she bent down and captured my lips with hers. This was the hottest kiss I had ever had with anyone. She took control immediately and her tongue exploded my mouth in a frenzy. She was like a lion that had been exposed to a deer. She kissed me with the urgency of a thirsty woman with water. And I responded with the same urgency. She gripped my waist and led me to a dark alley all without never leaving my lips. Then,her hands found the waistband of my skirt.
She released my lips long enough to say, "Part your legs." She didn't even give me a chance to refuse before he was claiming my lips again. I felt like moisture was leaving every part of my body to gather between my legs. Her hands undid the button and the zipper of the skirt. Then, she slid her hand into the waistband of my panties. "I knew I'd find you wet, love." Oh. My. God. What was it about this sexy British accent that made me want to ride her mouth. Then, she rolled my clit with her finger. I moaned a bit loudly and my pussy clenched. "Careful. I wouldn't want someone to hear you like this." Then she reached my entrance and circled it with her fingers twice before plunging one in. She pulled it out slowly and slid it back in slowly.
I moaned and tried to close my legs. She used her leg to wedge my leg and keep it open and she continued fingering me. Her finger should the seventh world wonder. I felt my orgasm building quickly. Then, she added a second finger and I bucked my hips, riding her fingers and then my orgasm hit. I moaned loudly and she covered my mouth with her other hand. After the orgasm, I slumped into her arms. She was surprisingly strong, lifting me with my legs around her torso and her hand under on my thighs. I wrapped my hands around her neck and closed my eyes.