“Isn’t it tragic?”
“What?”
“How I never thought that I would be writing your name, in bold red, on top of all the people who left. But do you know what is even more tragic than that?”
The blonde didn’t answer. The crowd of the busy restaurant that they were in came bustling around and somehow, it helped ease the tension between the two. A waiter came and placed the food that they ordered, still Sandra’s eyes were digging into her own.
“Do you know what is even more tragic than that?” The brunette asked again, eager to fish out an answer.
“What?”
“How I wrote your name while you were still here, beside me.”
Sandra didn’t even touch her food. After saying it out, she left the restaurant leaving the blonde dumbfounded. That night, the brunette came home to their apartment, but Cate didn’t and despite not getting any texts and calls from her, Sandra already where she was and whose panty she had taken off.
The brunette sighed as she put down her phone. She had been texting different people she matched on the app, still, she hadn’t felt anything from any of them yet. She wanted to feel a slight spark, something that could ignite into something deeper, but all she got were hints from different people who she was sure only wanted to take off her dress. She spent her whole day off on her phone, still few of the memories she thought she had buried, resurfaced.
With another sigh, she closed her eyes before eventually burying her face on her pillow. It had been almost a month since she last saw her; almost a month too doing all her attempts in forgetting her, still she failed. Sandra wanted to smack herself for always thinking about her because for two years, she was doing fine. She enjoyed her two years without her, not until she saw her again in her own office.
“I could fuck different people before. Could fuck all the hot doctors in the hospital…” She muttered to herself as she placed a slap of frustration on her forehead, “Why can’t I do it now? For fuck’s sake, all these people on Tinder literally want to dip their fingers in me, why can’t I just go on with it? Fuck this.”
And it was true. Before the blonde reappeared, she practically fucked everyone she wanted. Every night was a game of strip and she played it so well. She had mastered the art of getting her hands into every flesh she wanted, but when the blonde just barged into her office, she was having hard time doing it all over again and she could not understand why.
“Fuck this.” Sandra mumbled as she got her phone and opened the app again.
She was eager to forget her completely that night. She did not want to bathe herself in tears and longing and so she decided to pick whoever was the hottest in all of the people she matched. She scrolled through the inbox, went through everyone she had talked to trying to find someone she felt would help her eyes roll and help her forget.
“Marco Martinez…” She read, “Looks like someone from the government, no.”
She scrolled through her inbox even further, skipping names and profiles she did not like, not until a new message had popped. A lesbian with Rosamund Pike as her profile. Marla Grayson. Despite the fact that she wanted to speak with someone who was using their real name, she found that certain Marla Grayson intriguing.
Marla Grayson
Hi.
SandOnTheBeach
Hello.
Marla Grayson
Having hard time sleeping?
What are you doing here in the app?
SandOnTheBeach
Probably the same reason why you are here.
Marla Grayson
Well, I’m here looking for someone to do a bible lesson with.
SandOnTheBeach
LOL
Seriously?
Marla Grayson
Kidding.
SandOnTheBeach
Why are you using Rosamund as your profile?
Marla Grayson
Why are you using a cat as your profile?
But maybe I am just Rosamund シ︎
SandOnTheBeach
For privacy purposes.
LOL
Marla Grayson
Same answer I guess.
SandOnTheBeach
Seriously, why are you here?
Marla Grayson
Looking for love.
SandOnTheBeach
You’re looking on the wrong place. You can’t find love here.
Marla Grayson
I don’t know, but I’ll sure try.
You, what are you doing here?
SandOnTheBeach
Can I be honest?
Marla Grayson
Sure.
SandOnTheBeach
Just looking for someone to fill my nights in. (Looking for love too, I guess.)
Marla Grayson
HAHAHAHA you’re funny.
And adorable.
Sandra shook her head as she laughed. Whoever this woman was, she had flipped something inside the brunette. And despite them, just talking for just a few minutes, the brunette could say that she enjoyed talking to her.
SandOnTheBeach
You haven’t even seen me.
Marla Grayson
Yeah.
Should I see you tonight?
Can I see you tonight?
Sandra abruptly sat up on her bed. She knew she wanted to forget, wanted to fuck someone for the night, but somehow, she kinda felt like this Marla Grayson did not deserve to fall as one of her one night stands. She enjoyed her; enjoyed talking to her so as much as she wanted to give in to the call of her flesh, she wouldn’t.
SandOnTheBeach
Not tonight.
Marla Grayson
Soon?
SandOnTheBeach
Maybe.
Marla Grayson
I want to see you though.
SandOnTheBeach
Not sure yet.
You might be a serial killer.
Marla Grayson
Not a killer.
Definitely not a killer.
Just a stealer.
SandOnTheBeach
HAHA you’re a stealer.
Marla Grayson
Yeah.
A heart stealer.
I might steal yours soon.
SandOnTheBeach
You know what? Let’s meet.
Marla Grayson
What?
Meet?
Like tonight?
SandOnTheBeach
Yes.
That, if you’re available.
Are you?
Marla Grayson
Hmm…
Depends on what’s the catch.
SandOnTheBeach
Catch? Hm, you might get to know me.
If you’re lucky I like you, you might get to know me more.
And if you’re luckier, you might get your hands all around me tonight.
Marla Grayson
That sounds tasty.
🙂
SandOnTheBeach
So what?
Marla Grayson
Sky Hotel?
I’m in here.
Room 202.
SandOnTheBeach
Meet me at the lobby.
And there, the brunette just found herself jumping off her bed and running towards her closet. She had told herself that she didn’t want that woman, whoever she was, to be just one of her one night stands, but as their conversation grew longer, she just felt like she needed to see her. As she stood in her mirror holding up the mini black dress against her frame, her mind was running into places; she knew that night, she was going to be fucked by a total stranger, a fucking Marla Grayson, and aside from the fact that she wanted the fuck to be great, she also wanted the woman to be great too.
“Marla fucking Grayson…” Sandra mumbled as she stared at her reflection on the mirror, “Fucking intriguing.”
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