“I just can’t tonight,” he told me, ending the topic for the rest of the night, as we lay in bed listlessly and watched mind numbing television until we fell asleep. I felt bored to tears.
The next morning, I made us breakfast and then Chris took off back to his place. It left me the rest of my Sunday to finish up my papers, do a little yoga and then head out to the campus to do some relaxing stretches. That was my idea of a great day off. The only problem was that no matter what I did, I couldn’t get Axel out of my head. It didn’t help that I’d had a sex dream about him the night before. I found myself drawing his piercing green eyes in my sketchbook instead of the school grounds, after I’d finished my stretching.
Why did he have to reappear in my life? Of all the one night stands I could have had in a different country, thousands of miles away, I had to choose him? What were the chances! I thought, feeling cursed as thoughts of him plagued me. Get a grip on yourself Leah, I inwardly chastised. It was just a one night stand. There was no deeper connection and I probably kept fantasizing about him because I was sexually deprived. I just needed to get laid and these thoughts about him would disappear, or so I hoped. To my discredit, there had been more than a few times that I’d pictured it was Axel making love to me instead of Chris as we fucked, something I would take to the grave with me. Damn Axel and his amazing green eyes and killer body.
Axel
IT HAD BEEN A WEEK since I’d seen Leah and I hadn’t heard a word from her, to my surprise and displeasure. She’d been all I could think about since I’d seen her gorgeous brown eyes and smoking body. I hoped that I’d see her again tonight, like I had the week before and I had even spent more time getting ready, just in hopes of seeing her pretty face.
It was already one a.m. now and she was nowhere in sight. The regulars flocked in and out and I’d given up hope of seeing Leah tonight. A group of my regulars were leaving now; they came every Friday night and sometimes also on a Thursday or Saturday night as well.
“Catch you later, Axel,” Lloyd said, the soberest of the bunch. I nodded and slapped a few of their hands back.
“See you next week,” I told them, knowing I would. I watched them walk off to the cabs that were already waiting for them. These guys were rich, my parents were pretty well-off but these guys, the lot of them had way too much money to burn. They were living the college partying lifestyle to the limits: they were constantly partying, drinking alcohol like it was water and, breezing through women. Basically, everything I’d been doing before I met Leah. I looked at them and the women they had their arms slung around tonight. Always a different one every week, sometimes they left with girls that I had taken home before and sometimes I had left with girls they taken already. The girls tonight, were girls I had never been with and wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. They were trashy and cheap, they slept with anyone who bought them a drink and I’d seen one of them go off and have sex in the bathroom with one guy, only to leave with another man not thirty minutes later to fuck. That was just looking to catch an STI and I didn’t want anything to do with that. I was 100% clean. I had never caught anything and got checked regularly, I didn’t mess around with that.
“Axel, baby,” Marguerite said, wrapping her arms around me in a hug, clearly drunk.
“Hey Marge,” I said, lightly pushing her off me.
“When do you finish?” she asked, her eyes drooping closed from far too much alcohol. “I want to fuck.” She smiled cattily at me. Marge and I were on and off fuck buddies. Whenever it had been awhile I’d fuck her. We had an understanding and it was just sex; no feelings, the way I liked it. Usually I would agree to this strawberry blonde little tart but now I was waiting for my beautiful brunette minx, even if I was horny as fuck. I looked back down at Marge and her jean mini-skirt and five-inch stilettos. She was trying hard not to lose her footing and face plant. There was nothing tempting about her to me anymore.
“Nah Marge. I’m not down,” I told her honestly, she merely shrugged her shoulders and stumbled back into the bar to find someone else willing to fuck her tonight. I didn’t care in the least; I’d seen her leave with many different guys, just as she’d seen me leave with many other women. We both knew how it was, I’d been clear with her from the beginning, after the lesson Leah had taught me and Marguerite was fine with that. We just used each other when it was convenient to scratch the itch. Leah had ruined me. Sex with anyone else didn’t compare and now that I knew there was a chance with her being so close, I didn’t even want the meaningless lays I could so easily get. This wasn’t me, Leah had changed me from the moment she looked back at me with those stunning brown eyes and I figured there was no going back, even if she didn’t feel the same about me. I got back to my apartment around three-thirty a.m. and turned into the sack exhausted. I was alone tonight; a rare thing on a Friday night and I wondered when I’d see Leah again. Oh, I hoped it would be soon.
I woke up in
