The nightclub was stuffy, the air heavy with smoke and the smell of sweat from the many bodies dancing and gyrating across the room. It was dark and fog machines worked in the corners, blowing red and blue fog into the air of the room. Club music blasted out of speakers. People danced, people kissed and people drank. Some were so pissed that they could barely walk. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just another club. Another night in Effy Stonem’s life. Why was she here this particular night again? Right, Angie. Her publicist decided to invite her for a few drinks to discuss the book and other things. Apparently she was having some intimacy issues as well.“I haven’t been properly shagged in over a month!” She spat out over the loud music after a few cocktails went down her throat. “Is it me? I don’t think so! I just think I can’t pick them anymore!” Jesus fucking Christ.
When the bartender came over to her, Effy realized coming here was a mistake. Because she wasn’t thinking that already? Owen. Shit. How long had it been, like three months? “Where you been, stranger? Thought you might’ve overdosed or something. Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” Owen laughed. Always thought he was fucking Louis C.K when he was really Dane Cook. “Must be why I stopped going there.” Effy offered, shrugging. His grin melted into a frown, but he sure got the picture. “Whiskey, straight. I’ll pay.” He raised a brow but didn’t argue; her days of free drinks in unspoken exchange for sex were over. Without another word, he left her with her drink and went to go aid someone else. Angie was sitting next to her already shoving her tongue down some thirty year old looking guy. Long dirty blond hair tied up in a bun. Tattoos. Piercing. Typical rockstar wannabe. Effy rolled her eyes, chugged her drink and spun around on the chair. She was ready to bolt. It was on her way to the door when she felt someone bump into her. Another face from the past. “Oh, its you.”
Sebastian had been sick the past week and the idea of getting his newly unstuffed nose filled with second hand smoke didn’t appeal to him, however he was compelled to agree on coming out with Luke on his birthday. Any normal night out on the town Sebastian would be on the prowl. Condom in his pocket and eyes searching for his next prey. He was a slut. And those in Bristol knew he was a slut but that didn’t stop him from making a bloody good cheesecake.
It was headed to 2 in the morning and Sebastian was ready to fuck off out of the overcrowded shag fest that was the club Luke had chosen. And with his luck, he had post his friend in the confusion. He searched through the crowd of dancing bodies, unsurprisingly being pulled in 50 directions by the needy. When he was unsuccessful with finding him there, he left the crowd with a torn short and made his way to the bar. With his eyes too focused on scanning the bar area, he didn’t realise the girl he had just bumped in to. “Ah fuck, sorry.” It was when she spoke that he realised who it was. Effy. “Oi, I haven’t seen you in a fuckin’ long time.” He sat down at the stool beside her, his body facing hers. “How you been?” Just as his eyes were focusing on her, he found the man he was looking for. “Jesus christ,” he said with a disgusted face. Luke was the wannabe on top of Angie. He looked back at Effy, his face now turning in to a soft chuckle.
Effy had been one of Sebastian’s best friends when it came to going out and getting fucked up. But as he aged and found himself more and more busy, he stopped going out as much and subsequently stopped seeing her. He got along with her well. Sometimes too well and he found himself waking up beside her. They had the same sense of humour and he liked her. He mourned the lost of their friendship, even if it was only when they were drunk.
This was the downside of coming back to places such as this one. Ghosts from her past always managed to peak out of the closet and try to start a conversation. Often times she wished she turned herself into a hermit just so she wouldn’t have to deal with it but she wasn’t much into isolation either. Reason why she only stayed in rehab for 30 days instead of the full 90. Guess if she had to choose between being trapped inside four walls and bumping into people she hadn’t seen in a long time, then she would pick the latter. Even though he was older now she recognized his features. His body seemed to be decorated with a lot more ink that she remembered. Sebastian asked his question but didn’t really give her the chance to answer properly because he got distracted by his friend. The same guy who had his pierced tongue buried in Angie’s throat. A chuckle came out of his lips but Effy failed to see the humor in that entire situation. Perhaps because she was slightly annoyed with her publicist at the moment. She was supposed to be getting the bill.
She gestured Owen for another shot and soon there was once placed on the counter in front of her. The assortment of bracelets on her wrists tapped against the wooden counter as she reached for the glass and kicked it back. That initial burn always got to her but it was quickly replaced by a numbing feeling in her gut. “Is that your mate over there?” Not that she was really bothered. Angie wasn’t her friend so she was free to fuck off with whomever she wanted. Didn’t take long before they were leaving the bar and walking away. His hand groping her ass on their way to the back, probably to the loo. Effy’s attention went back to the heavily tattooed bloke sitting next to her. “You can tell him he just bought me a drink.” Wouldn’t be the first time she dumped a bill on someone else’s tab.
There were a lot of things she didn’t remember about the times she spent with Sebastian. Mostly because she was always too strung out or too hungover. Sebastian always had good drugs, she had to give him that and judging by the size of his dilated pupils she knew he was on something right now. Effy was not sure who his dealer was but at this point she wouldn’t be surprised if it was either Luke or Louie. I mean, she doubted someone else would be stupid enough to deal those heavy substances around here while those two were at war with each other. Not that she gave two shits about it either.
He watched the two suck each other’s faces, his eyebrow raised in disgust. Something about seeing two incredibly desperate people was not at all appealing so Sebastian, no matter how desperate he was. “I fucking hope not,” he groaned, his eyes still on the pair as they walked off together. He looked back at her, letting out a sigh softly and trying to forget that he was meant to be looking after Luke. He laughed at her mentioning of the drink. “Make him fucking poor. The bugger deserves it.” And with those words, he bought himself a shot as well, downing it soon after Effy downed hers.
“You never answered my question,” he spoke after recovering from the bitterness of the shot. “How have you been?” He was asking in all sincerity. Although Effy never really showed any affection towards Sebastian, he considered her a friend. And he cared about her. “Fuck, the last time I saw you I didn’t even had the mandalas on my head yet,” he explained. He placed his hand softly on hers. “I missed seeing you around.” He quickly moved his hand away, not wanting to make the girl uncomfortable.
He looked around the bar area. He leaned in closer to her in order to whisper something to her. “Isn’t that the bartender who always tried to get you in bed?” The man tried not to meddle too much in other people’s business, but the last thing he wanted was for on of his friends, no matter how old, to be bothered by some lowlife. He sat back up and laughed to himself. “He looks almost as greasy as Luke.“
Effy welcomed the bitter taste from the alcohol after that disgusting display of “affection” left such a bad taste in her mouth. “Make him fucking poor. The bugger deserves it.” That comment made her chuckle and it was something she was going to consider. It was not like she couldn’t afford to pay for her own drinks, but honestly, why should she? When opportunity comes knocking. And it just so happened that Sebastian’s friend Luke had an open tab at the bar. Effy overheard him when he came about to order a round for him and his buddies just moments before he got distracted by Angie’s tits. “Yeah, cheers.” He asked his question again after pointing out the obvious. Yes, she didn’t answer his question because she didn’t want to. It was always the same answer anyway. “I’m fine. Living the dream.” Her eyes locked on Owen who was preparing some fancy drink for some red head. “Another round over here.”
“Fuck, the last time I saw you I didn’t even had the mandalas on my head yet.” Sebastian did something she wasn’t quite anticipating. He moved closer and placed his hands on hers. It was as if he realized his mistake when he quickly removed it. His touch was not exactly a terrible thing but it brought memories that she’d rather not relive at this moment in time. And he sensed that there was a possibility that it would make her feel uncomfortable which prompted him to pull away. He then went on to tell her that he missed seeing her around and Effy was not sure if it was genuine or not. The truth was that there were certain people in her past that she thought would stay there. In the past. And it wasn’t really his fault that she felt this way. Sebastian was a cool lad and he never treated her badly so she had no reason to dislike him. Maybe she was just being weird. The whole thing with Connor had her mind doing laps. She offered him a smile when he mentioned the bartender and how he was always trying to get in her pants. “Everyone wants to get me in bed. Owen there just wasn’t so lucky.”
Effy wasn’t someone Sebastian knew on an intimate level. Sure, they had shared a bed together, but he never really got to know her as he knew some of the other people that they would usually party with. Because of that, her behaviour was strange to him. Maybe she had always been so guarded and he was always too drunk to notice, or maybe something had changed and he was realising it. Her answer to the question didn’t make anything much better. He wanted to ask more questions, to get an understanding of who she was nowadays, but he knew better. Especially when she was in a mood.
He immediately felt uncomfortable when he moved away from her. He felt as if he had over stepped a boundary that he didn’t know was there in the first place. When they got pissed together, all they would do was grope each other. it was crazy how different things had become. He chuckled softly at the comment about Owen. “At least your confidence hasn’t changed,” he grinned, offering her a small wink. He stayed silent for awhile as he was unsure of where to take the conversation now. She was clearly unwilling to share anything about how she was or what she had been doing. The only other thing they had in common was drugs. “You still getting fucked up most weekends?” He asked softly. “I found a new dealer who is pretty pricey, but her product is good. I don’t do it nearly as much as I used to. But if you’re looking for some stuff, I can give you her number. Or not.”
At least your confidence hasn’t changed. There was a time there were Effy didn’t feel confident at all. Some junkies failed to see the damage that the drugs did to their bodies but Effy was never blinded by it. She could see herself melting away. Part of her wanted that. To disappear. And the situation with Damien didn’t make things any easier. And yet somehow she still came across as confident? Was she really that good at faking it? “I see you still got your charm.” When he asked if she was still getting fucked most weekends she shrugged. Effy was not making it into a habit but she wasn’t completely denying herself either. That was the thing she learned in rehab. Control. In her head Effy wasn’t an addict because she didn’t have a constant crave for drugs. They were just there for recreational purposes now. Of course people might think she was simply lying to herself like any other drug addict would. Effy was far too self absorbed to compare herself to any regular joe. “Not exactly. I took a little detour.”
“I found a new dealer who is pretty pricey, but her product is good. I don’t do it nearly as much as I used to. But if you’re looking for some stuff, I can give you her number. Or not.” She was starting to crave a cigarette and sadly this was one of those places were you couldn’t lit up inside. “Sure, I’ll take it.” For shits and giggles though. Didn’t hurt to have another contact for emergency purposes. Effy already had Alo for mary jane but she didn’t have a regular one for something else. Not heroin. Never fucking heroin. Effy would never shoot up again. She never wanted to see bloody scabs across her arms. But pills? Those were fun. There was no way she was going back to the people who used to sell her back then. She knew most of them didn’t want her money. And again, she wasn’t desperate for it. A name and a number. That’s all it was. “I need a smoke. You coming?” Effy didn’t wait for an answer but just hopped off her seat and marched over to the staircase that led to the roof.
Sebastian didn’t know the girl in front of him well enough to know anything deeper than what she showed on the surface. Whether it be because he never tried to know more or because she didn’t let him in was above him. The most he knew about Effy was her favourite high. He knew it was wrong, but that relationship only lasted a few months and he had more or less grown out of it. He wanted to know if she had too. His curiosity was soon satisfied even not to ask anymore questions when she mentioned a detour. That meant one of two things, she went to rehab or she almost overdosed and is trying to calm her habit down. He ran his fingers through his hair and nodded in acknowledgment.
When she accepted the offer, he got his phone out and sent Sophie’s number to the brunette’s number. He knew Sophie wasn’t the friendliest of dealers but he doubted that it would bother Effy. She had a tough exterior, or at least that’s what Sebastian thought. He put the phone back in his pocket before looking up at her question. “Yeah, sure,” he replied. He followed her up the stairs, his eyes examining her small frame. He took a deep breath out to distract himself from his thoughts about her and how she was doing and soon realised it was much colder outside than the cramped club. He pulled his box of smokes out of his other pocket and offered her one after putting his own between his lips. “My dog is about to have puppies,” he explained after lighting the fag. “She’s a black pug, dad is a tan. You interested in getting a pup? Maybe someone you know? I can’t fucking imagine my life with more than one dog.” He inhaled deeply, exhaling barely any smoke at all.
Her phone buzzed but she didn’t check the number. Effy didn’t need anything at the moment but it was reassuring to know that she had someone to contact just in case. Dealing with someone new was always tricky though but she always managed. Effy knew her way around well enough to know when she was being taken advantage of. She never paid more than she had to. Effy made her way out into the roof with Sebastian a few paces behind her. The moment she opened the door she felt the breeze hit her bare skin. It was a lot nice out here. Far less crowded. Her ears were still ringing from all the loud music below. Like they were stuffed with cotton balls. She was about to reach inside her bag for her pack of cigarettes when she noticed Sebastian was offering her one. With a smile on her face she reached over and pulled one of the fags out, placing it gently between her red colored lips.
The conversations shifted. This was something she remembered about Sebastian. How random he could be sometimes. Not that she was complaining because at least it made things interesting and erratic. There was nothing that bored her faster than predictability. “I could ask around.” Effy knew some people at work that might be interested in a dog. She thought of Connor and surprising him with one, but she wasn’t sure a pug mixed would be the best choice for him. “I’ve got a dog myself. A french bulldog. They can be quite the handful but at the same time they’re good company.” She added, bringing her cigarette to her lips and taking a long drag. Her eyes fell on him again, studying him as he smoked. “So how much ink do you have now?” His body was pretty covered the last time she saw him but she could see that there were several new addition to his collection.
Sebastian inhaled and exhaled the smoke of the cigarette slowly, enjoying the taste and the calmness that came with smoking it. The cold air was refreshing on his skin, the view of the town from the roof memorising him for a few moments. He loved moments like that. When he became so mindful of what was right in front of him, of how incredible small moments like that could be. When Effy mentioned a bulldog, his attention was immediately turned. “Seriously? Fuck, that’s insane.” He swept his fringe out of his face and gave his full attention back to her. “They should have a play date or something, yeah?” It was clear by the way he spoke about his dog that he loved her, and he was just aching for Effy to feel the same.
He felt unsure of what was going on when she started staring at him until she asked about his ink. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t relieved when she mentioned something about them and not about having a pimple or something embarrassing on his face. “Fuck, I don’t even know how to answer that. Last time you saw me… I think I just had my front bit down. Since then I’ve gotten my neck down, my shoulders, my head. I was fucking skinhead for awhile when I had to shave my head for it,” he laughed. “I got a few more pieces on my legs as well. I’d show you but uh, I’d probably be naked,” he smirked.
She was enjoying the breeze and the nicotine kicking her lungs. Sebastian sounded like he was attached to his pup which wasn’t something she expected. Effy should know better than to judge a book by its cover though. Even if he walked around with such a rough exterior, Sebastian had a soft spot. Cute. “Play date sounds lovely. Must warn ya, Ozzy is a bit of a twat.” She figured that he had some trust issues after spending so much time roaming the streets. When Cook found him and brought him home he had a few bite marks around his paws and shoulder blades. Now every time he was at close proximity to another dog he would go mental. That was one of the reasons why Effy didn’t take him to the doggie park that often.
When she asked about the new set of tattoos Sebastian wasted little time to describe them. Honestly she couldn’t remember what he had and were. Effy never understood the fascination with being completely covered in ink from head to toe. She liked getting them but she wasn’t going to end up looking like a walking doodle. Probably one of the very few things she did in moderation. Whatever, to each its own. Not saying that she wouldn’t get another one if given the chance. “I got a few more pieces on my legs as well. I’d show you but uh, I’d probably be naked.” Lips curled into a smirk while taking another long drag of her cigarette. “And since when are you shy? Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
When he moved from London to Bristol, he felt incredibly alone for those first few months. This drove him to look for companionship in an animal, and so the relationship between Sebastian and Rosie the Pug was born. “Really? Rosie is a small dog, so that might be a bit of a mess. Maybe we can hold back on the play date then,” he laughed softly, smoke escaping his mouth as he did so. “Where did you get Ozzy? Most dogs aren’t naturally assholes. And I can’t imagine you turned him in to one.” Sebastian was a firm believer in the fact that bad dogs were conditioned to be that way.
He laughed in embarrassment at her comment about being shy. “Oi, we were both fucking drunk that night. And you were sort of single.” Sebastian was never one to feed in to gossip, but he knew that Effy wasn’t exactly single. “How about we make a lunch date? I’ll make us something to eat, maybe bring over a cake from the bakery and I can show you then?” This was the best way to slyly ask to see her again. Despite having Rosie, he was feeling rather lonely lately. He needed a friend.
“He might not be so bad around a female. But then again, he might try and fuck her. He’s a proper dog that one.” She flicked the ashes on the ground. Cigarette glowing between her fingers. “He was a gift. My ex found him under a bridge and thought it was a good idea to bring him home. He’s not an asshole. He’s just been through a lot.” Not only was he probably abused by his former owners and was left starving on the streets, but Ozzy had gotten hurt by Louie too. When he was coming at her with a knife, Ozzy had tried to save her but only got himself hurt for his efforts. She loved that dog. “He’s more than just a pet. I’m sure you feel the same about yours.”
“Oi, we were both fucking drunk that night. And you were sort of single.” Interesting. Effy pivoted her body to face him now that she had smoked her cigarette down to the filter. “Oh? And what makes you think I’m not single now?” Was she sending some type of vibe? Did she have it written somewhere? Effy doubted it. And it was not like she was seen around with the same bloke around places such as this one. Wasn’t neither JJ or Connor’s scene. So it came down to one thing. Rumors. Maybe people still talked about her and Cook being together even when that boat fucking sank months ago. He was quick to change the subject. Telling her how they should have some kind of lunch date and he would sugar her up with one of the cakes from the bakery he worked at. Effy had forgotten that he worked there. She ignored the invitation and just decided to take a few steps forward with a cat-like grin. “Are you shy? Is that it? Afraid that the wind might shrivel your bullocks?”
“Sounds like majority of males. Rosie is a fucking pitbull in her mind. She won’t take his shit. Even if he gets her killed. Which is probably bad,” he chuckled. He kept his eyes on her. He remembered why he was always so attracted to her. There was just this air about her. “Yeah, I get that. It’s good that he has a decent home now though. I totally get the whole more than a pet thing. They’re like family,” he said in agreement. He had already stubbed out his cigarette by this point. He looked out at the city again, the same feeling coming over him as the one he felt when he first arrived on the roof.
He looked back at her when she spoke to him. He had heard all kinds of rumours. He was never one to enjoy gossip, but it was almost impossible to escape working in an all female bakery except for him. “I don’t know. I just got that vibe,” he explained. Why would he tell her it was gossip? He didn’t want to make her feel worse. He broke out a shit eating grin when she asked if he was shy. “They won’t shrivel if you hold them for me,” he teased back. “You that interested in seeing?” He looked around the roof. There weren’t many people in there. A few couples engrossed in conversation. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and underwear down, his hand covering his cock and balls. He turned to the side to show her the newest addition to his collection, a mandala on the side of his upper thigh. His jeans hung just below his arse. He hoped to god nobody turned around and saw his bare, white ass.
“Ozzy wouldn’t go as far as killing her. Just give it to her good old fashion doggie style.” Her cigarette was done so she tossed it on the ground by her foot and crushed it with the heel of her stiletto boots. “I don’t know. I just got that vibe.” Effy didn’t like the sound of that. Vibe? What vibe? She wasn’t wearing a ring on her finger and she was definitely not acting like she had someone waiting for her back home. JJ had pointed out more than once that she looked happier but being happy didn’t mean being with someone. She could single and loving life. She was. Didn’t know how much she was missing being this independent. Taking off when she liked and going wherever and with whomever she damn well pleased. Nobody to tell her she couldn’t so something because it was wrong. Wasn’t that what being in a relationship was like? Almost like being locked in a cage. No, Effy didn’t want that. No way, no how. “Do I look like I’m with anyone?”
“They won’t shrivel if you hold them for me.” She could feel her eyes rolling back. Was anyone else around? Effy didn’t know, nor did she care. Took a bit to get the drive to drop down to his dangly-bits, cupping them before Effy could get a good look. Sebastian turned to his side and flashed his bum and the tattoo that decorated his upper thigh. Holding that same cheeky grin she made her way towards him. It was dark here so she couldn’t really make out what the ink was supposed to be from the spot she was standing on. She didn’t stop walking until she was standing inches away from him and crouched just enough so that his tattoo was at eye level. Without even asking if it was okay she brought touched the skin. Fingers tracing the design and patterns over the muscles. Yeah, she did remember him being this tone. When she was done she rose up to meet his eyes. “I like it.”
“Similar to your favourite then?” He winked. He ran his fingers through his hair but kept his eyes on her. The fresh air made him feel far better than he did in the club. In honesty, he never wanted to go out. He’d go home at any second if given the chance. “Look like you’re with anyone? I don’t know. How does a girl in a relationship look?” He chuckled, taking the piss out of her question. “Well if you’re truly single, you won’t have a trouble holding my bollocks.” However, he didn’t exactly expect her to actually grab them. He prayed to God he didn’t get a boner.
He looked down at her when she had crouched. Oh God, he could feel it getting hard. He was not about to let her take the piss out of his erection. He quickly pushed her hand away and pulled his underwear up along with his jeans. “It’s too fucking cold,” he said in a cover up, though she probably knew. He had sensitive balls. He wasn’t sure if she remembered this from the time they had sex, but nothing had changed. He buckled up his belt and tried to act calm. “You want to head back to my apartment and see the puppies? I’m sick of this place.” It was a long shot, and he knew she would probably say no, but he wanted her there. He had missed her. Plus he now had a boner and who knows what might happen.
“Look like you’re with anyone? I don’t know. How does a girl in a relationship look?” She shrugged. “Either bored or extremely satisfied.” Effy figured she looked like one of those things if that was the kind of vibe she was getting. But no, she wasn’t in a relationship with Connor and she doubted that it was even an option with Mya being in the picture. How obsessed he appeared to be with her and making sure she was okay. She felt annoyed by it. And the fact that he was going to spend the weekend with her, which was a bit silly since she was his girlfriend. Besides, some time apart was probably a good thing. Maybe it would help her get her ass into gear.
His reaction was pretty damn entertaining and predictable. Brushing her hand off, pulling back his trousers and putting his junk away. Nothing she hadn’t seen before. And honestly, most cocks started to look the same in her eyes after a while. With one or two exceptions. She cocked an eyebrow at his words. Sebastian’s mouth was saying one thing but his eyes said another. Didn’t need to look at the tent in his pants to know it was a thing. Wasn’t the only telling sign about someone’s arousal. She could get more from the look he was giving her. In his head she was already naked and bent over an armrest. “The puppies, huh?” She chuckled, licking her lips in the process. “Sure. We can go to your place and see the puppies.” Well, at least it was a nice change from the usual drink excuse.
“I’m going to assume bored,” he grinned cheekily at her. He was happy when she accepted and took her hand to lead her downstairs and off to the car he had arrived with. “I mean it. The puppies,” he chuckled. “It’s not my fault you gave him a fucking stiffy.” He held her hand tighter when they walked through the crowd of people on the dancefloor, but once they were out of the club he let go. The ride back to his apartment was filled with sounds of The Smiths and the cold air of outside. When he finally arrived home, his erection was gone.
He opened Effy’s door for her before unlocking his apartment door, letting them both in before locking it again. “One of them pisses everywhere. So don’t pick any of them up for like, 3 minutes,” he warned before opening the door to a spare bedroom he had. A litter of 6 puppies came running out, a much larger pug following behind them. A large smile stretched across his face as he saw all of his little babies run around Effy, sniffing her and begging for attention. Truth be told, one of the puppies did urinate on his wooden floors. “At the little sprinkler is Pickle. He’s the smallest,” he explained before heading to the bathroom to grab toilet paper before cleaning up the puddle.
“Assume away.” Sebastian then grabbed a hold of her hand and led her back down the steps towards the busy night club. The music was still blasting and Effy felt the sudden heat from the light strobes on her skin. Didn’t last very long because they were soon stumbling out of the club and heading towards his car that was parked not too far from the entrance. Effy jumped on the passenger seat and opened her window to get some fresh air in. No verbal exchange between the two but at least there was good music to mask the silence. It actually felt a little weird being in a car with him again. Specially being this sober.
When they reached his place Effy just walked a few steps behind. Sebastian warned her about the pups and how excited they got. One of them in particular. She nodded her head in agreement and made a mental note of it. Last thing she needed was to get a golden shower from some mutt. If that was his way of getting her in the mood then … The door of his bedroom opened and out came the little of pups. They were tripping on each other and their small legs on their way to her. “Oh my god.” Effy’s face just lit up when she saw them. “Look at their little faces…. hi there.” She knelt so she could pet them behind their ears, trying not to pay too much attention to them just like Sebastian had said. And there it was. One of them was waving it’s tail and tottering in circles next to a small puddle. “Part of me thought you were bullshitting about the puppies.”
He bent down to clean the puddle before throwing the soaked toilet paper in a trash can in the kitchen. When he arrived back, she was still engrossed by the little dogs. He sat down beside her and let the dogs climb on top of him. “How the hell could I like about something so bloody cute?” He roughed them up. Turning them on to their backs, covering their flat faces with his hand before letting go. He couldn’t help but laugh at how they were fighting with each other.
“You something to drink? Tea or something?” He looked over at her as one of the puppies were climbing up his chest, forcing him to lay down so that it didn’t fall. From the ground, he looked up at her. “You think Ozzy would get too overwhelmed by all of these puppers?” He could assume the answer, but the idea of having him around so many smaller dogs was amusing. Just then, the same little dog that left a puddle on the floor leaped over to Effy, forcing her shirt down and causing Sebastian to burst out in laughter at the dog now hidden under her shirt.
Effy was certain that she had never seen so many pups around her feet in her life. Not even when she asked her mum to take her to the pound when she was six and was disappointed to learn that they were all locked up in cages. Little rascals trying to climb up her bare. Good thing that their nails were trimmed or else she would be wearing a few claw marks. Sebastian cleaned up the mess that Pickle left behind and then disappeared into the loo to toss the paper towel away and wash his hands. Once he returned, he was attacked by some of the dogs. One in particular who wanted nothing more than to lie down over his chest. “They’re a real handful” Effy could never manage this many dogs. Two, maybe even three but that was pushing it.
“Tea? That’s for old hags. Don’t you have something stronger?” It was hard to concentrate with all the chaos in the room. Loud barking and crying sounds. “I think Ozzy would go mental.” Just as she was finishing her sentence one of the pups managed to jump up. He used his paws to pull her shirt down and bury himself in between her tits. Not only that but he was getting tongue friendly. Licking the side of her neck and making her laugh because his tongue kind of tickled. “Pickle here is getting to second base.”
“Yeah, but they’re just babies. I try remember that when they piss me off,” he explained. “I have wine? I can mix you a G&T if you’d like?” He loved tea. He had never enjoyed coffee much but tea was something he had always enjoyed. He wasn’t about to start a debate over whether the drink was for old people or not. “I think it would be good for him. Maybe not good for my pups though,” he teased.
The puppies started calming down and laying on either Effy or Sebastian. However, Pickle had other ideas. “Jesus christ, he’s more like me than I thought,” He joked. He dipped his hand down in to her shirt and scooped the dog out, placing him on his lap. He smiled over at her, her shirt still pulled down. “Wait, so you came over to my place with the idea that I just wanted to fuck? But you still came?” The pieces were fitting together. Maybe she was more interested than he thought. “Are you planning on fucking me?”
“I’ll take that G&T, thanks.” Not her favorite choice of drink but it would do. Pickle was making a nice home for himself in her cleavage. That was until Sebastian took him away and placed him back on the floor. Her shirt still disheveled and flashing him more than she should. It had been a while since he had seen her, let alone this much of her but Effy was in no mood to complain or argue. She was still a bit buzzed, irritated and horny. Not very good combinations. Her bag was still hanging over her shoulder so she dropped it on the bed as Sebastian made his way past her towards the door. Then he stopped and pointed out the obvious to her. “Wait, so you came over to my place with the idea that I just wanted to fuck? But you still came?” And this was a surprise to him because? Effy had a reputation after all. At least now she wasn’t fucking in bathroom stalls, dirty alleys or abandoned buildings. This was a step up.
“Are you planning on fucking me?” She didn’t know if she should start laughing or what. Was he really asking that question or did he really think she had come here just to play with his dogs? Her face lingered near his for a moment; there was a roughness to his breath, but it wasn’t like Connor. Wasn’t like him at all. Don’t dwell on it. You don’t miss him. Clarity filtered through his eyes despite his drunkenness, and she had to stifle a laugh. “I don’t plan anything.” A slur found its way back into her voice. “Are you planning on fucking me?” Effy mocked, repeating his own words back to him. “Or do you want to just … talk?
At her request, he got up and headed to the kitchen to make her the drink. He made it strong enough for her to taste the alcohol but weak enough so that it was drinkable. He made his way back over to her and handed her the glass filled with the cold beverage, sitting down beside her again. She began toying with her, mocking his sentence. He soon realised talking was the last thing on her mind and he began to feel incredibly innocent. He took her G&T from her and took a sip himself, keeping their faces just as close.
“Sit on my face and I can talk all night. I have perfect annunciation.” His mind had blocked out the commotion the puppies had brought, now only thinking about tasting her again. “So what do you say?” He inched closer to her until he had her pressed against the floor, his arms on either side of her. In the process, he had managed to knock the glass over. The liquid fell on to the ground, the puppies make quick work to lick it up. Their faces were centimetres away from each other as he wanted for her word.
“Sit on my face and I can talk all night. I have perfect annunciation.” Cheeky. Every guy that wanted to stick his tongue in her vag thought they were god’s gift to women. The little bits and pieces that she remembered about being with Sebastian were actually quite enjoyable. She definitely got an orgasm out of the deal because she kept coming for more. How many times did they even shag anyway? Effy made a mental shrug and decided that the answer wasn’t important. What was important was that Sebastian wasn’t some guy who had absolutely no direction as to where to go and how to get there when it came to making her cum. And it was a good thing because right now she was not in the mood for trial and error or breaking someone in.
He moved closer. Breath smelling like the gin and tonic he had just swallowed. Then he was on top of her and the alcohol had spilled all over the floor. Some of it getting on her leg. A smile crept across her face while he waited for her to give him a straight answer. Words were useless sometimes. Specially in situations like this. Her eyes never left his while her hand made a close fist around his wrist. She moved it from the position it was in as her legs parted to welcome him right in the middle. Slowly she dragged it up her thigh until his fingers touched her over her knickers. Not soaked yet but close enough. She would be soon.
Ever since he had lost his virginity, sex had become something incredibly normal to him. It was something he enjoyed but also something he didn’t look down on. So many people in the community around him thought sex without conception was useless, but he knew it was bullshit. When his girlfriend died, he lost himself inside of others. Within that journey, he realised a lot of what the female body. Every woman was different. Each enjoyed something else and had sensitive areas that differed. So getting to know the woman, or man, was important to him and the method he used.
Her smile was infectious, causing him to grin back at her. He knew what she was thinking. She was so soft, so warm. He was hardening in his trousers as he softly massaged her clitoris. He let her control his hand for a few moments before looking around at the mess of puppies. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling his hand away from her vagina. He picked her up as he stood, placing her on his dining room table. “I don’t want them getting in the way,” he explained. He couched down until he was eye level with her cunt, his eyes now glazed over with lust. He kissed her from over her underwear, his lips soft against her heat. He ran his tongue along the material, wetting it with his saliva. He slowly began tasting her from over the underwear, causing him to need more. He pulled the now soaked underwear down, revealing her pussy. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” And before he could speak again, his tongue was flickering against her clitoris, sliding up and down her length and pressing his tongue deep inside of her.
A soft appreciative moan escaped her mouth with the same teasing slowness his finger had danced over the lace covering her center. Her legs twitched slightly and her cheeks bloomed with color. Sebastian grabbed her thighs to lift her off the floor and sit her on the edge of the dinning table. It seemed steady enough. The pups were still running around happily with no concept of what was happening. JJ and Effy once tried to shagged with Ozzy in the room and it was a bleeding nightmare. The dog always trying to get in between the two to lick their faces. Now there were six little ones barking for attention but that didn’t seem to make Sebastian lose his focus so Effy was not going to ruin it. Hell, if she could ignore the loud yapping of boozers from outside a bathroom stall, then she could ignore this too.
He wasn’t in a rush but took his time kissing her thighs and running his tongue over her knickers, damping the fabric. The warmth from his tongue caused her to shiver and part her legs even further to give him a better view of her cunt. His fingers curled over the sides of her panties and he peeled them off her legs. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” Effy opened her mouth to protest, to make some wise comment. But when it fell slack in a soft oh she could only muster a stuttering moan past her lips. Her fingers raking through dark hair tugging gently against his tresses while her hips moved under the weight of his tongue. Her breaths began coming more rasped, faster turning into moans, “That’s good.” She breathed while her heels pressed over his shoulders holding onto him.
Sebastian had incredible concentration. The world could be falling apart around him and he could still focus on the task at hand. His mum always told him it was because he was male, but he assumed it was just a trait of his. The puppies continued to make noise around them, but he couldn’t care less. He dropped her underwear on the floor, the puppies making quick work to sniff them. As gross as it was, he didn’t even think about it. He softly let his tongue slide up and down her length, tasting her and feeling her warmth against his slippery tongue. When he started focusing on her clit, his eyes closed for a moment.
He continued to push her legs further apart, his shoulders solid for her feet to hold on to. He pressed his tongue deep inside of her again, using his tongue to fuck her instead of his fingers. When he pulled out, he pressed his lips against her thighs again. Teasing them, trying to make her tingle for him. He pressed two fingers against her clitoris, softly rubbing it in a circular motion before speeding it up slowly. “You need me to go get a condom from my room?” his voice was raspy and low, trying not to take away from the atmosphere that had been created. “I don’t think I can keep looking at this beautiful cunt without fucking it.”
Effy groaned playfully, throwing her head back as she just enjoyed the feeling of Sebastian’s tongue moving across her heat. Her eyes falling shut while warmth filled her up, feeling like she was spilling over. Her entire body flush with color, a slight glow to her cheeks. No part of her had expected to get the reaction she had, nor did she expect to like it so much. Each flick of his tongue hit against the softest part of her making her arms tremble while her brain attempted to work out the pleasure she was feeling while keeping herself up on the table. Her teeth scrapped over her bottom lip, doing very little to quiet the moans that left her lips frequently, getting loud enough to echo off the walls.
She still had a nice buzz going on, tingling at the base of her spine and a gentle throb near her jaw. And this was making the room start to spin. He stopped but his fingers took part of the fun, teasing the nerves of her clit. Sebastian spoke and she tittered. “You mean you don’t … carry one in your pocket? Little unprepared, aren’t we?” She spoke through heavy breaths, her hips rising and falling against his hand. When he left for the bedroom to fetch for the condom Effy lowered herself on the floor and snatched her knickers from the mouth of one of the pups before it chewed it to shreds. “Oi, thats mine.” She found her bag and placed them inside before Sebastian reappeared with the jonnie on his hand. She leaned back on the table and signaled him with her finger to join her.
He shook his head, a grin on his face. “Full of bullshit, you are. You’re fucking lucky you taste so good.” He rushed to his bedroom, opening the drawer beside his bed and grabbing a rubber before heading back to her. His cock was throbbing under the material of his pants. As great as it was to taste her cunt and pleasure her, he was craving to feel her around his dick again. When he arrived back, he smirked at her. “Fighting for your knickers?” He made his way over to her, as signalled. He placed the condom on the table and cupped her face between his hands, kissing her before letting go and pulling his jeans down, along with his tight underwear. He used one hand to stroke his cock while the other began massaging her clitoris again.
He leaned down to press his lips against her neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin as his dick pressed again her soft area. He removed his hands and let his cock slide up and down her length, causing friction against her bundle of nerves. “I remember now how much I’ve missed seeing you,” he breathed in to her ear. “And missed fucking you,” he said in an even lower tone. He stood up straight and opened the condom, rolling it down on his erection as his eyes stayed set on hers. He aligned himself with her hole, pushing inside slowly. “Oh fuck, I’ve definitely missed this.”
His words went through the end of one ear and came out the end of the other. Wasn’t the things that were coming out of his mouth that she was interested in at the moment. Even if he was right about her being full of it. She parted her legs for him and once he found his place in between them he was leaning in for a kiss. Wasn’t something she did often. “I do taste good.” Effy muttered in his mouth before he moved his lips to pay attention to her neck. Teeth grazing the curve of her throat and the length of her collarbone. Made her react, visibly growing more excited. Her center dripping as her patience grew thin. She felt empty where his fingers had once been and was starting to crave for the rest. A meek squeal passed her lips in a huff when his cock made an impact with her. Rubbing around the edges. “Yeah? Show me then.”
Her eyes never left his face while he wrapped the condom around his erection. The sting spreading and sending a tightening sensation through her center when it finally entered her. As soon as she had gotten wanted she wanted it took all of her strength to keep herself from sprawling across the table. Tilting her head back to meet the pull he had on her hips Effy dug her nails into the wood. “Show me.” She repeated for effect as her legs wrapped tighter around his midriff to pull him in even deeper. Her hands left the table and worked on peeling off his shirt. A web of tattoos blurred her vision. A breathy laugh pressed past her lips breaking off into a moan. Pressing fingers into his shoulders she held onto him pushing against him raising her back off the table. Her mind swam with all sorts of perverse things, her lips spreading into a dimple clad smile from a mixture of pleasure and amusement.
He loved her confidence. He loved how she egged him on and how she beckoned for him to continue. Her giggles confused him, but he took it as the alcohol in her system. Once inside of her, he slid her hand under her shirt, stroking her stomach and lifting the shirt as he did so. Buried deep inside of her, he pulled the shirt off over her head and leaning down to press his lips against the skin of her chest. He stroked the legs that had wrapped around him, his thrusting causing deep and hard strokes inside of her. When he pulled away, his shirt had been pulled off and his naked body was exposed.
“What’s so funny huh? You need me to fuck that smirk off your face?” His voice was breathless, a thin layer of sweat making his skin shine. He pulled her legs apart, peeling them away from his waist. While being pulled down, he kept her legs apart as he drilled inside of her. He wanted her to walk away remembering how he felt inside of her. He pulled on her earlobe with his teeth, sucking on it and moaning softly in to her ear. “You’re going to make me cum way faster than I should,” he warned. He knew he could last, but he wanted to emphasis how good she felt.
She breathed letting her head fall to the side, giving him easier access to the softest parts of her throat. Chest bare, her shirt a pile of soft fabric on the floor. Her head swimming and body hot she reacted instantly with a heavy moan when he caught one of her breasts in his mouth. What was so funny? “You are.” She would be lying if she said his words were not getting to her. “Fuck - let me have it.” Effy fell back, propping herself up on her elbows. She liked this view much better. After all, she wasn’t looking for closeness. It reminded her too much of someone and he was the last person she wanted to think about. Specially now. Probably in between Mya’s legs somewhere, giving her the girlfriend treatment while she ended up with the leftovers. It was making her angry but she figured she could use that right now.
As his pace increased so did the volume of her moans. Her heart rate quickly escalated, her back arching away from the flat surface. Another laughter rolled out of her vocal cords when he mentioned he was going to cum sooner than expected. “Don’t you dare.” She managed in between moans, moving her legs up so that his arms locked under her thighs. Much better angle. Her curls sprawling wild around her and tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. The sounds coming from the pups were already a distant echo because her ears were ringing and her heartbeat was in her throat. Once she grew bored of this position she sat back up. “Flip me.”
He pushed himself back up, giving her a better view of his cock entering inside of her. He slowed it, pulling his dick out completely before ramming it back in. He repeated this motion a few times before focusing on drilling in to her. “Now all I’m going to be thinking about is this fucking pussy,” he confessed in his moan twisted voice. He happily pulled her thighs up, giving him access to push deeper inside of her. Her walls here closing in on him, causing him to fill the condom with precum.
he followed her instructions and wrapped his arms around her, turning her over with ease. She was tiny compared to him, her weight something of an easy work out when turning her over. He placed her atop the table, lifting her ass up and forcing her on to his knees. He was far too tall to fuck her over the edge of the table, a downside to his height. He slid his covered cock down her crack, trailing over her asshole and pressing deep inside her cunt when he reached it. He held her ass up, giving himself the perfect angle to drill in to her. “Ah fuck, I like this,” he groaned out as he buried himself ballsdeep inside of her.
She could feel him below her belly button as he pulled out slowly and then drilled back inside without any form of finesse. Again. Her head lolling back each time as the moans got caught somewhere between her throat and her chest. He spoke again and she could feel the vibrations of his voice on her clit. Fuck she loved it when guys were this vocal around her. When they lost all composure. “Your cock looks good inside it.” She added just to join in the fun. Sebastian pulled her down and twisted her around with ease. It’s what happened when you weighed next to nothing. He was good with directions and she released a long appreciative moan when he placed her on her hands and knees. Animals fucked this way.
Effy wasn’t someone who shied away when it came to her sexual endeavors. She was adventurous and open for anything. When she wanted it though. So when his cock grazed her asshole she twitched and parted her lips to tell him to fuck off from there. And it wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy it cause she did when she experienced it. Just took a special kind of person to get her to do it. Luckily he was only teasing her and ended up thrusting back into her cunt with a force that almost bent her over forward. “Fuck - fuck!” Her hands tried to grip on something but there was nothing underneath so she ended up scraping the wood with her nails.
He let out a loud groan when she spoke back to him, her words striking a cord inside of me. “It fucking better,” he grunted. He was a tease, he always had been. Once she was on her hands and knees and his cock passed over her asshole, he could feel her body react to the uncertainty. He grinned, “You only like things in your pussy, huh?” He pushed deep inside of her as he spoke, his mind running as he did so. He could feel himself ramming up against her walls, the condom doing little to stop the sensations.
He buried himself balls deep inside of her, staying there for awhile as he ran his hand down her bare back, his hand reaching to grab her hair and pull her head back as he pulled back and thrusted inside of her again. He leaned down, his teeth pulling on her earlobe. “Do you like getting fucked like this? Like a fucking animal?” His lips were right up against her ear, his breath hot in her ear.
His hands landing on his hips in a tight grip. The noise that emanated from her mouth as he thrust deep inside her couldn’t be classified as human. Effy wasn’t even exactly sure it resembled anything animal either, but at the moment classifying sounds really wasn’t at the top of her to-do list. She arched and sobbed at the harsh pounding that bordered on painful, but was so deliciously good it soon shifted away from that border entirely. She could feel the ache that told her bruises were going to form quickly, if they hadn’t already. Soon he was grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling. Not the most comfortable position but she was enjoying it the roughness.
“Yes, harder.” This was exactly what she wanted. No gentle touching or tenderness. No staring into each others eyes and feeling her heart warming up. Just this. Something meaningless to remind her that she wasn’t losing it. Every raw moan that erupted from her vocal cords was a big fuck you Connor. He growled close to her ear, the words sending her sliding towards the edge. She moaned and shoved backwards into him, meeting his thrusts to get the last little bit of stimulation to cum. Once more. The edges of her vision began to haze as she focused on her muffled moans. Effy felt the heat begin to tighten in her stomach as she pushed back on him harder. A shudder worked itself down her spine, and her lips parted as her body heaved a heedless orgasm.
Judging by the noises she was making, he assumed she liked it. He was always unsure of how rough to be with girls he hadn’t had sex with before or for awhile, but she seemed to be enjoying what he was giving her. The puppies had started barking at them, not sure of what was going on. His noises didn’t soften, however. They continued to battle with hers, helping fill the room with sounds of pleasure.
He pulled on her earlobe, his lips moving down to suck and bite on her heated neck. If the noises weren’t enough, he started to feel her body close in on his. Her orgasm was clasping his cock, his thrusts staying constant in order for her to ride out the orgasm as long as she could. He let go of her hair and lifted her ass up slightly, manhandling her and moulding her in to the position that he wanted. It was his turn now. With a few hard and fast thrusts, she brought him to his own orgasm. A loud groan entered the air around them as he exploded inside of her, the condom catching his sperm. He continued to ram in to her until he began to feel himself soften. He let go of her ass, letting her body fall back on to the table before pulling out of her hole. His body shone with a thin layer of sweat, his eyes still filled with lust.
Effy felt it in hr throat. Breath coming out her lungs like fumes. Legs already shaking and her body threatening to collapse but she held on like a champ. Now it hit her. Why she kept coming to him. And cuming and cuming. Sebastian was a good shag. And here she thought her night would be disappointing. Never expected to bump into him after all this time but at this moment she was glad that Bristol was such a small place. When his hand released the tight hold he had on her hair, Effy sighed and dropped her head forward. Neck feeling just slightly sore but she was certain that it didn’t compare to the strain her muscles would be on the morning after. At least he was making it worth it. Wasn’t long before she came that Sebastian’s movements became erratic. That lack of control only led to one thing. And she felt it. That throbbing on the tip of his cock seconds before he peaked. Effy could feel the latex rub the sensitive lips of her cunt as he pulled out. All over.
The dogs were still making a fuss. Effy was now aware of them more now that she was no longer being fucked numb. While Sebastian fixed himself up, Effy moved away from the table. Still wearing her heels, standing felt like a balancing act of sorts. Her legs were still feeling unsteady but Effy was no amateur. She fixed her skirt and found her shirt and her bra, throwing them back on and ignoring the clamminess of her skin. Showering was the first thing she would do as soon as she got back to the flat. “It’s late. I should get going.” Wasn’t really but Effy was not one for sticking around to have some awkward post sex chat. “Thanks for the ride, yeah? And sorry about the table.” She signaled at the claw marks on the wooden surface with her head before her hand reached for her bag.
He stared down at her, the sight a beautiful one. Her legs spread, ass up. He moved away with a heavy breath in order to give her space to get down. He pulled the condom off, making sure to get all of the contents inside off of his dick. His cock was still wet, but he pulled his jeans and underwear up anyway. He turned to notice she was getting dressed already, his hand sliding through his hair. He was used to girls sticking around for a bit after, but he wasn’t going to complain. He got far more than he had bargained for when he brought her home.
He watched as she got redressed, unsure of what to do help. He looked around for his shirt, picking it up and placing it on the table. His breathing still wasn’t back to normal and neither was his mind. The puppies around him were not there in his mind, a mind still filled with thoughts of being inside of Effy. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you home? I can call you an uber.” He wasn’t one to just let a girl, or anyone for that matter, walk home alone without offering them or a lift or a cab. He looked back at the table and smiled. “Worth it,” he winked. He grabbed his jacket that lay over a chair, placing it around her shoulders in order to keep her slightly warmer once she was outside. He headed to the front door and unlocked it, opening it slightly to make sure no puppies ran out. “Thanks for uh, coming over,” he said with a smug look on his face. “It was good spending time with you again.”
Effy’s face was still covered in a thin layer of sweat. Actually most of her body felt uncomfortable and sticky. A bubble bath sounded like heaven now. Bringing her fingers to her hair Effy untangled her locks and shook her head. “A cab will be fine, thanks.” Walking was not really a smart thing to do. Specially since she really didn’t know how to get back home from here. And she wasn’t in the best shape for it either. She chuckled and shrugged when he noticed the table and said it had been worth it. Wasn’t that bad now that she had a good look. “Nothing a fresh coat of paint won’t fix. Unless you want to keep it that way. As a souvenir.”
She wasn’t sure how much time the cab would take to get there but they never took long. She made sure her clothes were put on straight and that her knockers were still in her purse. She thought about putting them on but she didn’t bother with it. Just as Sebastian grabbed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders to shelter her from the cold she heard the honking sounding from outside the flat. The puppies were circling her legs now and saying their goodbyes too. Effy tried really hard not to step on any of them on her way out the door. He thanked her for coming and she gave him a smile in return when she noticed the look he was giving her. “I enjoyed it. It was nice … catching up.” The wind was blowing a bit heavy. Holding on to the jacket she made her way towards the yellow car parked on the curb.
