Hello out there! Here is another short story that I wrote circa 2006-2007. I have lost the original copy but did email myself a copy to do a ghetto copyright back in early 2007 that I did find. For this one, the time limit was 60 minutes. I used roughly 45 minutes as I had a real life character to use. He really did use the word Bingo! and on our first date, he had to borrow money from his girlfriend, that I had no idea about, to take me out. We never worked as a couple and became friends, shortly after that first date. He got really drunk and I had to drive him home. (Can you say enabler?) During our friendship, every time I saw the 901 area code I would cringe. He moved to Memphis for a few years and would call me when we was drunk and needed someone to insult and then tell him he was going to be okay. I never had to put his name in my phone because I knew it was him. Now with all these scam phone calls, I get 901 calls all the time and it makes me think of him as he died in 2013.
To any of you out there what would you write if you were allowed 15 minutes, 30 minutes, 60 minutes. If you would like to submit your short story to share on Art of the Beat, email firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank you for stopping by and happy reading.
***adult content *** Not suited for children or juvenile men (kidding)
Fill it to the Rim
Written By Michelle Fernandez
Alone, and slumped over is how I found her. A notebook tightly held in her hands. I stood behind her for what seemed like hours. Sadness overwhelmed me. I knew that this scene before me was of my doing. I called her name a few times. I tapped her on the shoulder, she tipped over onto her side, hands still clenching the notebook.
I met her in November. Our eyes met across the counter. She worked in a coffee shop and her smile was radiant. She had a look of innocence that I dearly wanted to tarnish. Selfish, me? You betcha! I had been living with my girlfriend for the past two years. I was bored and horny and just desperate. My girlfriend knew this and ignored the signs of my infidelities. I tried everything. My own hand had grown to familiar to bring pleasure. Often, I would place ads on dating sites. When I had extra cash, I paid for human touch. Yes, I was a cad, but an honest cad. I never filled these girls’ heads with any silly fairy tale or lies. Besides, there was never a shortage of girls to seduce because it seemed that the female species is inherently trying to make everything better than what it really is, even me. Coffee Shop girl was different, that is for sure. She was an easy target. Although her eyes and actions displayed confidence, I knew better. I knew that I could schmooze my way into vagina her by that night. I smiled at her and asked how her day was.
She responded with, “Fabulous. How is yours?”, she answered.
“Great.”, I replied and smiled back at her. I then ordered my coffee and went and sat in the corner. I kept looking over at her and tried to make small talk with her at every opportunity. After two hours, I walked over to her and asked for her number.
“Hi, I am Daniel.” I held out my hand, “Do you have plans for dinner tonight?” I could see the look of shock in her eyes. She then smiled and said, “Yes, I have to work till 9 pm.”
“We could meet after you’re finished.”
“Umm, maybe.”, she responded nervously.
“I don’t bite. I promise and I can let you take a copy of my license and car registration if that will make you feel more comfortable.”
She then started giggling. Raised both eyebrows and said, “I guess I can for a bit. I do have to be at work early in the morning.”
Bingo! I knew she would go for it. At 44, I have not lost my touch.
“Cool, lets exchange numbers and I will pick you up here around 9:15pm?” I asked.
“No, why don’t I meet you somewhere.”, she said cautiously.
“BJ’s?”, I asked.
“Sure, ’round 9:30.”
“Sounds great, I will still call you, so I need your number.” We then exchanged numbers and then I told her goodbye and left to go home and tell my girlfriend that I would be busy that night.
She arrived at 9:30pm. Just as she said she would. I hugged her and we sat down and ordered drinks. I kept the spirits flowing till I could see that she was feeling buzzed. This is where made my move.
“May I kiss you?” I requested as I stared right at her lips.
She laughed and said, “Sure, why not?”
She went down easier than I thought. I then kissed her. The feel of her lips against mine was warm and inviting I wanted more. We then walked out to the parking lot and I invited her to sit in my car. She hit her head as she got into my car and started laughing uncontrollably. I then held her face an pulled her close to me and kissed.
My hands explored her body. She was fat. Not chubby or fluffy, F-A-T. The feel of her soft breasts and large nipples made my heart race and I couldn’t stop that boner as I wanted to lick every inch of her body with my tongue. She must have felt my excitement as well. Then she pulled away. She stared right through me.
“Hey, I can’t do this.” and she pulled even farther from me as she pulled her top down and zipped up her pants. “This is not right. I just met you.” She made a weird, wrinkled face.
“I like you. I want to be with.” I begged.
I knew the right words, I then stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. She was mine for the taking. She kissed the back of my hand and then looked at me again. There was something magical about her eyes. I felt that she really could see me, all of me. That did not matter though, I could not like her, she was just for sex, nothing more.
“Let’s go to your place.”, I knew that taking her to my place was out of the question but the thought of a three way with her and my girlfriend almost made me cum.
“Okay, I guess we can.”, she looked down, she looked sad but still, she went for it.
“You going to drive? I have had a little too much to drink.”
“Sure, I can do that.” That was it. She was mine for the taking and I was going to do dirty things with her, and she was going to like it.
We arrived at her apartment a short time later. I turned off my phone so my girlfriend would not disturb us. She opened the door and we walked in. She offered me something to drink. I gladly accepted. As she was pouring the wine, I walked up behind her and started kissing her neck. She tilted her head to one side and sighed. She picked up the glass and turned around and handed it to me. I took it and drank it all down in one gulp and leaned toward her. I took her by the hand and led her back to her couch. I then undressed her and had my way with her. Sex with her was intense. When it was all over, I made my usual rehearsed, disclaimer, “I’m not looking for a relationship, just for casual sex.” She nodded in agreement. I made her promise not to fall in love with me. She smiled and nodded her head. We slept for a while. Later, I drove her back to her car.
“I will call you. Thanks for last night.” I told her. She smiled back and got out of my car without saying goodbye. I watched her drive away. I could still taste her. I knew that I would see her again.
In early January, I called her. I had thought about her frequently and longed to be inside her. I knew that she would again let me violate her as she could not say no to me, no woman could.
“Hello, it’s Daniel.”, I said when she answered the phone. There was a pause. I could hear her sigh.
“Oh, hello again.” I could her the sad hopefulness in her tone.
“Are you free tonight?”, I asked.
“Yeah, I am.”
“I have been thinking about you. Can I see you tonight.” I asked her. Without hesitation, she replied.
“Sure. Why not. What time? I am at the clinic right now, could you pick me up from here? It is just around the corner from my place.”
“Sure, I will call you when I am close to get directions.” I told her. I didn’t care what it took, I was going to fuck her and that is all that mattered. It took an hour to drive to her place. The traffic was tough. I called and got directions to the clinic when I was close. She asked me to come inside and wait with her as she was not finished with her treatment. It scared and intrigued me a bit. I walked into the clinic and asked for her. I was led to the room where she was resting on a gurney. She had an IV hooked up to her arm and it was dripping a clear fluid into her arm. I almost turned around and left. I could see in her eyes that she was embarrassed and nervous.
She blurted out, “Uh, I have MS and am having a flare up. They are giving me steroids to shrink the swelling in my optic nerve.” She then inhaled and exhaled sharply. “It is almost done.”
“Don’t worry.” I told her, however, I was scared. This whole thing made her real. Not a play thing. She was sick and had not told me. I had not bothered to ask. I knew more about the curves of her body than I knew about her life. It took two hours for the medication to make the long journey into her body. When it was over, I drove her back to her place and made myself a strong drink. At this point I needed liquid courage, or I would never be able to fuck her. We went outside and stood on her patio and looked at the city lights. I started asking her questions about her life. I wanted to know what secrets she had stored in her head. Her face looked different in the glow of the city lights and I kissed her. I wanted to protect her and make her feel safe, but then that passed, and I wanted to fuck her, still.
I left in the morning while she was in the shower. I texted her the next day and thanked her. She replied quickly and said she would like to see me again soon. I agreed with her but took two months before I would see her again, in fact I even contacted her. In March, I messaged her. I wanted to see her on Friday, she responded with “I have plans, but am free tonight.”
I thought for a bit and responded back messaging that I would see her that night. I got to her place just after 8 pm. She had just gotten in from work.
“Hello, my dear.” she said to me. There was sadness in her eyes. I felt compelled to make her feel better. “It’s my birthday tomorrow.”
“Well, then we will have to celebrate. I brought drinks.” I then made her a drink. We stood out on the balcony as we did the last time. I turned on the charm, I put my arms around her and danced with her. I sang to her. I could feel how happy she was. I knew that in some little way, I made it night for her that she would surely never forget. Again, in the morning I promised to call her as I walked out the door. I knew that may not happen again but lied anyway. My girlfriend was starting to get tired of my games and demanded that I stop playing around. I obliged. She messaged me a week later wishing me a Happy St. Patrick’s Day. I returned her message hours later with , “I know you are not going to believe this, but I have found someone, I will call you if it does not work out.” She responded at first with “no problem.” and then a few minutes later with “no, do not call me again.” I didn’t call her for a month. I tried to work it out with my girlfriend. She did not compare to her. She did not feel like her, she did not speak like her. I longed for my coffee shop girl. My girlfriend moved out and as soon as the door closed behind her I called her. I figured that she would not want to have anything to do with me. She answered on the first ring. We talked, she asked me about my girlfriend, I told it was over and that I enjoyed spending time with her more than my now ex-girlfriend. I invited her over. She gladly accepted and made the long drive to my house. When she arrived, we talked for hours, I sang to her, I kissed her and teased her and made love to her.
“Remember, do not fall in love with me, I am a bad man.”, I told her.
“I won’t. Promise.”, she answered. She left early in the morning as did I. I called her again a few days later and she again came over. I wanted to draw her and capture the beauty in her that I could only see. She let me. In the morning, she went home in a hurry and left the drawing behind. I worked the drawing while she was away. It was as beautiful now as she was. I was so busy telling her not to love me that I started to like her. I waited a few days to call her again. I invited her over to show her the new drawing. Again, she came over willingly. This time when she arrived, I could see the feelings she had in my eyes. I again reminded her to not fall in love with me as I was a bad man. She giggled. I asked her to call into work she did. She went back to her place to change clothes and clean up a bit. When she came back the look in her eyes had changed. She held a notebook in her hand.
“What is that for?” I questioned. “For later, okay?”, she said and put it down by her purse, “Let’s go back to bed.”
We then lounged together all day. We talked and kissed and had sex all day long. It was the perfect day. I looked at her and saw the old sadness in her eyes.
“I want you to read something.” she said as she got out of bed and walked over to her notebook. She flipped through the pages and then when she found what she was looking for, she handed it to me. I read what was a goodbye letter. Slowly, I absorbed every word. I looked up at her and said, “I like you.”
“I like you too.”
“Wow, breaking up with me?” I questioned. “It is not a breakup, it was just sex.” her eyes could not hide the truth. She did have feelings for me.
“Please, after I leave, lose my number, don’t call me. I am too weak.” She then started crying. I held her for what I thought was the last time. She then got dressed and gathered her things and left. I thought about her all night and all the next day. She did not deserve this. I messaged her the next day. She responded and was very polite. The following day my angry, ex-girlfriend stole my phone from me and called her. Okay, so she and I hadn’t really broken up, she had just been at her mother’s, I know. I could hear the conversation through the locked bathroom door. She told coffee shop girl that she was the GIRLFRIEND and would always be and that she knew that she was over there the other day. I guess my coffee shop girl had hung up on her because my girlfriend then called her back and continued to yell at her. I knew that neither one of these women deserved this. In this great buffet of life, I had over filled my plate. I knew there was no way to fix this. My girlfriend then stormed out and left me alone. I then called the coffee shop girl, she was crying, I do not blame her. I convinced her, begged and pleaded, for an hour, and convinced her that she would never be bothered by her again. I also convinced her to come over, I needed comfort sex. She did. That was a few days ago. I then retreated into myself. I didn’t call anyone. I called in to work and wallowed in the misery that I created. The girl called me several times. I would not answer or respond. The last message she left me, she asked that I meet her at White Point and that she would not leave there until I showed up. That was two hours ago. White Point was only a few miles from my place. I finally decided to go to her. She did deserve at least that.
When I pulled up in the parking lot, I could see her in my headlights. She looked like she was sleeping. This is when I walked over to her and stood behind her. I touched her, she was cold. I could see the notebook in her hand. I pushed her arm and she fell over, lifeless. Her eyes closed and her lips blue. I pried the notebook out of her grip. There was a message for me on it. I read it by the light of the car headlights.
“You broke my heart. You know what they say, you can only hate someone that you have loved. I hate you right now.”
There she was, broken hearted, cold, blue and dead. I lit up a cigarette and sat by her for a while.
“I told you not to fall for me. I am a bad man.” I stroked her hair. I finished my cigarette and bent down and kissed her forehead and walked away. She was perfect, I just wished she would have listened.