Chapter 3: Rising Action
Six months later and Jenny was on a second date at a bar with Byron. She wasn’t nearly as drunk as he was.
In fact, she was quite sober. She kept her drink near the edge of the table, careful not to spill it on the white linen tablecloth. He talked excitedly about their first meeting, recalling that rainy day outside Starbucks. Jenny couldn’t recall exactly when or where they had met. It seemed so long ago. All she remembered was that they had gotten along immediately because they had similar interests. Like their mutual love for metal music – and which was the topic of discussion right now.
Jenny liked Slipknot and Bring Me The Horizon but Byron had a special spot for Metallica.
Byron leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Man, have you heard their new album? Unbelievable! It's like they've tapped into a whole new level of metal!"
Despite Jenny's attempts to engage him in the conversation, he appeared to be entirely enthralled by his own opinions. At least he was enthusiastic, she consoled herself.
Jenny smiled politely, her eyes darting around the dimly lit restaurant. She adjusted her jacket, checking the buttons for any signs of wear. Everything had to be perfect tonight. The last thing she needed was to create a bad impression.
"So, what do you think about the new album?" Byron asked eagerly, his voice booming across the quiet dining area.
She looked over and then looked again. Charlie was at the bar with a woman. She was small, had dyed red hair and sleeve tattoos on her arm. She couldn’t believe it.
She stared at them, dumbfounded for a moment. Then she broke eye contact with Charlie and pretended to be interested in Byron's rambling. Her heart hammered fiercely against her rib cage like a trapped animal. She couldn't stop staring at Charlie, though. He seemed so happy and carefree.
Byron didn't notice Jenny's distraction. He continued to rave about Metallica's newest album, oblivious to the chaos unfolding within her consciousness. She pushed her plate aside, suddenly losing her appetite.
The waiter approached, asking if everything was okay. Jenny waved him away, her eyes still glued to Charlie.
Byron continued to ramble on about his favorite metal bands, completely unaware of her preoccupation. Jenny pretended to listen, nodding occasionally, and prodding him with questions to keep the conversation flowing.
"I heard a rumor that Iron Maiden is working on a new album," Byron announced triumphantly. His enthusiasm was infectious, yet Jenny remained distracted.
"That sounds awesome," she murmured, her gaze drifting back to Charlie.
Charlie’s eyes were mostly in his glass of red wine. He swilled it around and smiled occasionally. She knew he was being polite, but he didn’t seem all that interested.
At least not in her. In fact, she realized that his eyes kept wandering over to the bar, to Charlie. She looked back, surprised to see him drinking the same red wine she poured him.
"Hey, Jenny, you're awfully quiet tonight," Byron said, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Sorry," she murmured, doing her best to regain her composure. "I'm just a little tired. I didn't sleep well last night."
Byron frowned slightly, but he seemed satisfied with her explanation.
“I’m sure I can wake you up later” Byron winked.
The corner of Jenny’s mouth curled up in spite of herself.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing sideways at Byron. His earnestness was endearing, but what she needed right now was a break. She gulped down the remnants of her drink, desperate for the alcohol to numb her nerves.
"I'm gonna grab the check," Byron said, waving to the waiter.
“Okay” jenny said. “Thank you. I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
“Good luck!” He yelled. “They’re unisex, hopefully you don’t get any pervs, Ha!”
Jenny rolled her eyes.
“Thanks for the advice,” she murmured sarcastically.
As she entered the bathroom, she paused momentarily, allowing her senses to adjust to the dim lighting. A faint scent of lavender wafted through the air, clashing with the sterile disinfectant odor that permeated the washroom. She stood at the sink, splashing water on her face, hoping to cool down her burning cheeks. She peered into the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection. Jenny couldn't help but notice the resemblance between her and Charlie. The same high cheekbones, expressive eyes, and delicate lips.
“God I can’t wait for bed” she muttered to herself.
“Me too.” A voice called. It was Charlie.
“Fuck me, you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?”
“I’m on a date, you?”
“Me too.” She said “Second date. He’s alright. Good taste in music. Strong opinions though.”
Charlie chuckled and said, “You’re lucky, then. It’s not easy finding someone who likes the same kind of music as you.”
"Yeah, it's definitely a rare find," Jenny replied, giving him a weak smile. "It's good to see you, Charlie."
Charlie returned her smile, his eyes softening. "So, what's his name?" His voice carried a hint of curiosity.
"His name is Byron," Jenny replied, her voice trembling slightly. "And yours?"
"Don’t laugh," he said, his tone casual. "Her name is Charlie."
Jenny less hysterical, running her fingers through her thick, red hair. “That’s so fucking funny! I’m sorry. Is it awkward screaming her name in bed?”
“We haven’t had sex yet, but to be honest I have been dreading that…” Charlie laughed, doing his best to hide his awkwardness.
“No sex? That’s not you, pervert.”
“No fire, I guess.”
“You’re all about fire.”
“I am.”
“Truth or dare.”
“Jenny…”
“Truth or dare.” She said, stubborn and smiling.
Charlie sighed. “Truth.”
“What sets you on fire?”
“Jenny I don’t know if…”
“You said truth so you have to answer the question.”
“Alright.” Charlie sighed. “Fire isn’t just about looks. I get this feeling when I talk to someone who is just… wholly themselves. They might be lost or confused or a little messy but everyone is. Underneath it all is a fire within them to cherish the ones they love and cherish themselves even if they’re not always good at it. I’m the same when it comes to that last part.” “And what about the looks?”
“I think I’m embarrassed enough Jenny.”
She inches closes to him and holds his wrist against the hot tape and turns it on. The water getting hotter and hotter.”
“Tell me” she whispered.
“Red hair. Tattoos…” Jenny stared into his soul as the tap got warmer. “Piercing eyes. The best eyes.” The tap started burning his hand and he tried to move it but she held it tightly in place. “What else?” She growled. “Be honest”Lingerie. I love lingerie. I know you have incredible lingerie and it drives me crazy. It keeps me up at night. Ahhh—“
The steam from the taps starts to cover the mirror. “A mouth that can kiss you gently and spit on you at the same time. Someone who can turn on a bondage documentary and think the same things I’m thinking!”
She shoves his hands out from the tap and pushes him back. She comes at him and they kiss.
It is not a gentle kiss. The intensity of the encounter sends shockwaves through them both. The pressure builds as their tongues dance and teeth clash. Jenny's nails dig into his shirt, pulling him closer. He responds forcefully, cupping her face as he deepens the kiss. The couple struggles to breathe, their bodies flush with arousal. Jenny pushes him backwards until they reach the wall. Charlie takes control, pinning her against the hard surface.
"I've wanted you for so long," he whispers, kissing her neck.
His hands roam freely over her body, exploring every curve and crevice. She gasps, moaning softly as his fingers trace the contours of her hips and thighs.
"Oh God, Charlie," she pants, arching her back against the wall. Her heart races, and her skin tingles with anticipation. She reaches out, running her hands through his short, dark hair. He pulls her closer, his lips moving down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses.
Jenny feels her underwear getting damp.
His erection presses against her abdomen, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. The urgency escalates, their breathing becomes labored, and their movements frantic. Charlie grabs the hem of her dress, ripping it off her body, exposing her lacy bra and thong. She reciprocates, yanking his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular upper body. The smell of sweat and lust fills the air. They devour each other, clawing at each other's clothing, desperate to feel bare skin against bare skin. He carries her to the cubicle and she locks the door with her feet.
His dick is stiffer than wood, and pushing through the buttons of his boxers.
Jenny doesn't hesitate. She kneels, biting her bottom lip. He sees a sliver of fear in her eyes. Jenny looks up at him, waiting for him to give her permission. He nods, swallowing his pride. He knows this means surrendering control, but he trusts her. He's waited long enough. Jenny gently eases apart his pants, his cock springing free.
She wraps her fingers around it, feeling him harden further under her touch. The sight of it sends a thrill racing through her body. She lowers her head, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft. His groan of approval fuels her desire. She wants him inside her now.
His cock throbs, begging for release. Jenny sucks harder, savoring the salty flavor of his precum. His hips buck wildly, straining against her eager mouth.
"Please, please," he begs hoarsely, his voice strained from desperation. "I need you."
Jenny releases him with a pop, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva. She looks up at him, her eyes smoldering with lust. "Show me how much you need me," she commands, her voice low and sultry.
Charlie grasps her wrists, pressing her body firmly against the stall door. He knows that they're taking a risk, but the temptation is too strong to resist. He thrusts his pelvis forward, grinding his hardness against her sensitive spot. She moans softly, her eyes locked on his.
"You feel that?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now."
Jenny nods, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
He grips her wrists tighter, pulling her closer. The tension between them mounts, the air thick with desire.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.
"With my life," she replies, her voice shaking slightly.
Charlie smiles, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Then let's make some memories together," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But first, I want to worship you."
Jenny bites her lower lip, her heart hammering in her chest.
The air in the cramped bathroom seems to thin, and her lungs strain to draw in enough oxygen. She lifts her skirt higher, baring her lacy black thong. Her pulse quickens, and her breathing grows shallow. He pulls on the back of her hair and bites her neck as he slides inside her.
She lets out a moan that echoes off the walls. He grunts and moves deeper inside her, gripping her waist tightly. She arches her back, throwing her head back, and digging her nails into his back. The rhythm picks up, their flesh slapping against each other.
"Harder," she whispers.
He complies, slamming into her with renewed vigor. She cries out, her voice echoing in the cramped space. Her pussy contracts around his cock, squeezing it with delight. He groans, thrusting harder and faster.
She screams, her fingernails clawing at his back. The sound of their flesh slapping together fills the tiny bathroom, creating a symphony of passion and desire. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and their hearts pound in unison. They are lost in each other, consumed by the fire that burns between them.
"Charlie," she gasps, her voice hoarse with pleasure. He pushes inside her and out. Each thrust making them moan harder.
She felt her core tighten, and he responded accordingly by picking up speed. Each slap echoed in the bathroom, their heated bodies becoming slick with sweat. She loved how dominant he behaved, yet there was vulnerability underneath it all. She bit her lip as he pounded into her, their flesh slapping against each other. Her heart raced, and her breathing grew heavier.
He unhooked her bra and rode his tongue down her neck and onto her breasts. He pushes them up and sucked on her nipple.
Jenny felt his wet tongue swirling around her sensitive breast, causing spasms of pleasure to course through her body. He grabbed her hips, the other hand pulling her body tightly against his, and began to pump into her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel the waves of intense pleasure washing over her in powerful surges. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding onto him as she struggled to stay upright. Each thrust sent a delicious shockwave of pleasure through her body, and she cried out in ecstasy.
He was starting to shake. He knew he was going to cum and he tried to scream but the nipple on his tongue meant she could only hear faster and faster muffled cries. His shaft rubbing against her clit, she was going to cum too.
She screamed into his neck, scratching his back. She was loud, and the walls shook with her screams. They moved in sync, both nearing their climaxes.
"Charlie," she gasped, her voice quivering slightly. "I'm close."
He stopped abruptly, his expression grave. "We're not alone," he whispered, pointing toward the door. "There's someone listening."
Jenny froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She strained to hear any movement outside the stall, but the only sound was her own ragged breathing.
Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, and her palms began to sweat. She tightened her grip on his shoulder, her knuckles turning white.
"Charlie," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Is it safe?"
He shook his head, his eyes scanning the tiny bathroom. "It's too risky," he said, his voice low and urgent. "We have to finish quickly."
Jenny swallowed hard, her heart sinking. She didn't want to rush their intimate moment, but safety also mattered.
"Please, Charlie," “we should stop"
Charlie pulled himself further into her and she moaned, covering her mouth. “I’m so close.” She cried.
“Jenny? Are you in here?” Byron called. And suddenly they came. Jenny was filled with Charlie’s cum, dripping out and all over him. She clenched so tight her nails drew blood from his back. She bit down hard into his shoulder and there was more blood. She shakes whilst he still stood inside of her.
“I’ll be out in a minute” she said.
Their love was a tempestuous dance of passion and desire, an untamed beast that consumed them both whole. In the darkness of night, they would find solace in each other's arms, their bodies entwined like vines seeking sunlight. Their touch was electric, igniting fires within them that burned brightly, leaving them breathless and aching for more.