TABOO TALES(erotica)

Music and many voices drifted around us, nearly as thick as the lazy cloud of cigarette smoke hovering in the bar. Tanya and I were out on the town, our first date since she’d come back from visiting her family when her grandfather passed away. She looked over at me and grinned, taking another sip of her drink. I grinned back, loving how beautiful she was when she smiled, and so glad to see her feeling more like herself again.

It was still a challenge not to daydream about my sister while with her it was weird navigating through the affection I felt for both girls and sometimes got really crisscrossed. However tonight was a good night and as I listened to Tanya tell me funny stories about her family I was really enjoying being with her and very present with her. She looked fabulous tonight her black hair falling across her shoulders, light touch of blue eye shadow, her lips glistening in a subtle shade of rose. She looked great. She looked like herself again. Inside I was still wondering what she could see in me but could tell she really liked something about me.

I was just telling her an embarrassing story from when I was a kid when a small crowd of rowdy college-age students started making their way from the pool table over to the bar. Most of them were drunk and loud-mouthed one guy in particular who was mocking people at the tables he passed, his arm around the waist of his blonde, whorishly-dressed girlfriend. “Fuck” and many slurred variations of the word seemed to make up most of his vocabulary as he boisterously trash-talked the people he passed by, his pals and their girlfriends following behind and laughing at his antics.

Tanya looked at me and rolled her eyes in annoyance at the guy. I stopped talking as they walked past us as it was no longer possible to hear each other talk. The blonde girl bumped into a chair and stumbled, making the loudmouth spill some of his drink. With a rude slap to the back of her head he angrily yelled, “Bitch! Fuckin’ whore!”

The next thing I knew, Tanya had leaped out of her chair and was in the guy’s face. “Hey asshole, don’t you dare touch her like that!”

He smirked angrily and shoved her back into our table. “Get outta my fuckin’ face, bitch!” I was out of my chair in a shot, grabbing Tanya by the shoulders to steady her and turning to stand between her and the loudmouth.

“Oh what? You gonna start something? You fuckin’ pussy you wanna go?” he mocked, getting right up in my face. I shoved him back only to have him plant both hands on my chest and push me back, off balance into the table. The table toppled and I fell in a heap against a chair and the floor with silverware, napkins and plates falling on and around me. Tanya had just barely stepped out of the way and was already helping me up. The guy’s rude laughter was all I could hear.

I rushed to my feet, Tanya stepping back. Everyone’s eyes were on us people at the tables around us had stood in alarm, many backing away. The guy’s pals were obviously shocked and unsure what to do. I took all this in the seconds it took to stand. The loudmouth was laughing and stepped forward so I could smell the beer on his breath as he said, “Toldya you were a fuckin’ pussy. You and your fuckin’ whore!”

The fact that I’d never been in a fight before skipped through my head a little too late to stop my fist from crashing clumsily into the side of the guy’s head. He staggered back with a drunken look of surprise before returning with a punch that slammed into my chest, and another to my cheek. I saw stars but was also seeing red and caught him across the face with my left and threw my shoulder into a punch with my right that caught him hard on his jaw, sending him staggering back and falling back over a chair.

As if the night weren’t insane enough, his blonde girlfriend rushed me and started scratching and clawing at me. I saw the guy starting to get up but couldn’t shake the girl off. Suddenly her head jerked backwards and she screamed, reaching up to her head and I saw Tanya angrily pulling the girl off me by her hair. It wasn’t a moment too soon because the loudmouth rushed at me and caught me in a tackle that pushed me back but I was able to twist and cram my hand into his face, using his momentum to throw him back down to the ground… into someone’s dinner plate and a heap of burger and fries on the carpet.

I felt hands grab me from behind and was about to fight back until I heard them saying, “Calm down man”, and “Sorry man, we’ll get him out”. I relaxed and the guys let me go the friends of the loudmouth, obviously upset at their friend. A few of them picked him up and escorted him out, several apologizing to me on the way. I looked to see the blonde girl being escorted out by some of the girls in the group.

I turned to see Tanya to my left, her hair and outfit roughed up but looking unhurt. We made our way to each other, ignoring the concerned people at the bar coming to our aid, picking up tables and chairs.

“Are you alright?” we asked each other in unison.

“Yeah. I’m okay.” she said. “Me too. You sure you’re okay?” I asked.

She nodded. Then she grinned a little. “That was my first fight!” she said.

I laughed. “Me too!” We gave each other a hug, probably looking really dumb to everyone else but not to us. Seeing that the bouncers (who looked way too old for the job) were preoccupied with the loudmouth and his crew up front, we grabbed hands and made a beeline to a side exit, ignoring the people at the tables asking if we were okay.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

There were police lights in the distance and growing closer as we made it to her car on a side street and took off in the other direction. After a few minutes of driving we were sure the police were stopping at the bar and no one was after us, so Tanya drove us back to her apartment. We were so intent on getting out of there that neither of us said much about what happened other than continuing to ask each other if we were okay.

Tanya insisted I come in with her so I followed her upstairs and into her apartment. She immediately made me sit on the couch and started looking me over in concern. She got a pack of frozen veggies from her freezer and made me put it on my face which she said was already swelling. She made me take my shirt off and tended to the scratches I got from the blonde and the brush burns I got when I’d fallen.

We were both starting to calm down as the adrenaline wore off. It was unfortunate because now my head was pounding and I was starting to feel all of my injuries. We started to talk about the fight, recounting what it looked like from the other’s perspective. We started laughing about it as we relaxed and soon were nearly doubled over with giddy laughter. We felt like kids in elementary school who’d just gotten into trouble.

Tanya stood up to go get me a fresh bag of frozen veggies and as she walked away I noticed the scratch marks on her arms and neck. She returned with the bag and gave it to me, but I set it down and asked her to sit on the couch with me. I sat up and she let me look at her arms and neck.

“Ow!” she exclaimed as I pulled her shirt collar from a nasty scratch. “I didn’t even feel these until now.”

“Yeah, she got you pretty good, babe.” I said. Looking down I noticed her shirt was a little discolored around her lower back. “Um, do you mind if I lift your shirt a little?”

“Yeah, um, sure. Did she get me there too?”

I gently lifted up the edge of her shirt, unsure whether the marks were just from spilled food or not. I’d only lifted it an inch when I began to see the start of three red welts, then another inch up to see that her skin had been broken with a nasty scratch.

“What the? Did you have her over your back or something?” I asked, a little amused.

“I don’t really remember, I was trying to watch you while I was holding onto that bitch.” Tanya said, wincing as I lifted her shirt from where it had stuck to the wounds.

“Well, it’s up to you if you want me to take care of these but she got you down your neck and up your back.” I said.

She was a little awkward as she responded. “Do you need me to take my shirt off?”

Knowing how shy she was and wanting to be caring and respectful, I said, “Hey, it’s up to you. It would make it easier to take care of you but I’ll do whatever you want.”

She was a little hesitant, but said, “Um, no, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

I leaned back to give her room as she reached down for the edge of her shirt and slowly (and carefully) pulled it up. I took in her back and the scratch marks, then the back of her black bra, shoulders and more scratch marks. She pulled the shirt off over her head and arms and let it drop beside the couch. She looked back at me as I picked up the tube of antibiotic ointment and spread some over the fingertips of one hand.

“Hang on for a second, my hand is still cold from the veggies.” I said, rubbing my hands together.

“Actually, that might feel good.” She suggested.

I shrugged. “Okay. Here goes.”

I placed my fingers on one of the scratches on her neck and gently ran them down. Using my other hand I gathered up her long hair and moved it over her shoulder. She reached up with one hand and held it there, and I placed my free hand between her neck and shoulder to steady her as I gently smoothed the ointment along the scratches.

Satisfied with the top I touched the scratches on her lower back. She shivered and giggled, telling me my hand felt really cold there. She held steady and I spread the ointment until they were all well covered.

“All done!” I said, giving her shoulders a friendly squeeze.

“Already?” she sighed. “You have a really gentle touch.” She started to get up and I let her go. I was a little surprised she didn’t cover herself up but let me see her in her bra and smiled as she picked up the warm bag of veggies and walked into the kitchen to put them back in the fridge.