CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Bachelorette // 2.6

“Hii-ii, Geoff,” Angie said and put her hand on his upper arm, smoothing it against his sweater like she had bad news. The other one looked back behind her and Ang, and Geoff saw a hallway there that led to the bathrooms.

“Hey, Ang,” he said, “where’s Nia?”

“Oh, she’s here somewhere,” Angie said.

“Is she down there?” he said, pointing towards the hall.

“No, no, I don’t—hey, my boy loves your new book, you know? He—”

“Thanks, Ang, thanks, hey—”

“You don’t have a drink, Geoff, come on to the bar, let’s get you a drink,” the other one said, and tried to turn him back towards the bar. He looked over his shoulder and saw two figures in the darkened hall. One was very Nia-like, the other very six-foot-two Dino-like.

Geoff hadn’t seen Dino in ten years. He saw him on and off as Nia’s relationship with Dino grew rocky back when she was twenty. But Dino disappeared once they were out of York University, and Geoff and Nia became a couple. Dino became a distant but notable memory. He always knew Dino had a big one. Nia never said it, but somehow he heard it in everything she ever said about the guy.

Dino stood next to beautiful Nia, and they looked like a couple. Their black hair and black eyes, both of them with a natural but indescribable charm. They stopped at the end of the hall and they talked for a moment. Dino aged well. He looked older, but he was still built. Maybe a little softer, old age catching up with him. But he was an active duty firefighter in Toronto and it looked like the job kept the muscle on him. He was much taller than Nia.

Ang said, “See, Geoff, they’re just talking.”

“I see that,” he said, getting mad. Feeling suddenly male. Feeling that thing in him that maybe men felt. Not something he was used to. But he felt it. His muscles pumped with blood. His brain told him to march up to this man next to his mate and fucking knock him out. Punch him right on that rock-solid wide chin of his and put his lights out.

His brain—the real Geoff—said You wouldn’t stand a chance, buddy. Even if he was fast enough to get Dino right in that knockout button, he’d just break his hand and Dino would then beat the ever-loving shit out of him right in front of Nia. So he let the hurt wash over him. He enjoyed it, let its hurtful edges caress his soul with their bitter coppery pain. He enjoyed it. This guy who was talking to her right now, putting that smile on her face as she listened, had fucked Nia. He’d fucked Nia a lot. That big Italian salami he had in his jeans had put many smiles on Nia’s face. Those enormous hands had touched every bit of his wife. His scalp tingled at the thought and his brow furrowed like he was forlorn, but he smiled for some reason. It was so fucking sexy. Maybe Dino was the one who fucked Nia’s feet. Maybe he had that gigantic cock laid across her pretty scrunched up soles and she jerked him off like that til he came on her back and Geoff could picture Nia tossing that beautiful hair around, laughing at how hot Dino’s seed felt on her skin. He hardened some more.

Angie said it again, “Geoff, they’re just talking.” She grabbed his arm like she was stopping him from going to break them up. The more he felt Ang pull him back, the more his hormones wanted to drive him forward and see, just see whether he stood a chance.

The other girl had his sweater too, her fingers digging into his thin arms and wanting him to stay. He leaned forward and felt them pull at him stronger. He kept the tension of their hands on him tight, enjoyed the male feeling of being on the edge of out of control, and sensible warm females stopping him, not wanting to see bloodshed. Truth was it would be his blood. Deep down he knew it, knew it and knew he just liked that pretend-feel, that notion that these girls could think Geoff J. Kane would be that manly.

Then Nia walked off, and Dino went the other way. They never touched. That was it. But his heart pounded, and he pulled out of the girls’ grasp and made an angry line right towards his wife. Felt like those two girls behind him deserved a show. He could be male, he could be as irrational as any knuckle-dragger out there. He crossed the bar, his neck swelled with blood and anger.

Nia, what the fuck? The words hissed through his mind before they crossed his lips.

And in that moment Nia turned, and he saw her face light up with love and happiness and the idea that he would be angry with her was gone, bright light turning on in a dark room.

“Geoff, oh my God, baby!” She was excited to see him, came right to him and hugged him and the show he was going to put on for Ang and her friend was a memory. His arms went around Nia and he felt her body move against him and she felt amazing and warm. He pressed his cock into her and made her feel his hardness.

“Oh, baby, I’m so glad you came,” she said. She’d had a few drinks, he could tell. She smelled like the bar, she smelled like cigarette smoke and beer and wine.

“Surpri-ise,” he whispered and clenched her tight. “Were you being bad?”

She pulled back to look at him, not smiling now. “What do you mean?” she said.

“What were you doing with Dino?”

“With Dino?” she said.

“Yeah, Nia, with Dino.” He could feel his blood pulse, felt that anger lurking in his shadows again, telling him to think bad things.

Nia’s expression closed, and she went blank. Looked over his shoulder to where Ang probably was standing and watching to make sure she was okay and that her mean bearded husband wasn’t going to hit her.

“Come here,” she said. She took his hand and led him to that darkened hallway. The music blared, and she leaned against the wall and looked up at him. Her eyes seemed to quiver with trouble. She pulled him closer and said in his ear, “Baby, I thought you wanted this.”

He said into her opposite ear, “I do. I just . . .”

“Don’t be mad, Geoff.”

“I can’t help it, Nia,” he said in her ear, “baby, I want this, I’m . . . I . . .”

Nia’s hand closed between his legs, her grip going right on his shaft without having to search for it. She said, “Did you get hard thinking about it? I felt you press this into me. I can see it through your jeans.”

He closed his eyes and felt his wife squeezing his half-hard cock, so excited that she would touch him in public like this, all these people so close. So excited that she would look between his legs, so excited that she could see the evidence of how aroused she made him.

She pulled him close and whispered right against his ear so he could feel her breath tickle its fine hairs. “I gave him a blowjob in the bathroom, Geoff”

“You did not, Nia,” he said.

“I did, Geoff. I mean it. Do you want one too?”

“Nia,” he chastised her.

“Geoff, this game of ours turned me on so bad. I want to suck this hard cock right now, okay? Bathroom or the bushes? Dino picked the bathroom.”

“Nia,” he said, pulled back and saw the lust in her wet eyes. She stroked him through his jeans and it all felt suddenly real. She was a tease, and she loved games, but this felt real. She was proving it right now with her bad behavior. She meant it. She would suck him right now. She’d sucked Dino, didn’t she?

“Geoff,” she urged, “bathroom or bushes?”

“B-bathroom, Nia,” he stammered. It was kind of chilly outside.

She took his hand again and now led him down the hall.

“Nia,” he said, but she didn’t listen. It was his last-ditch attempt to bring some sense to this evening. He’d just been in the car for an hour and a half, thinking bad things, then here at this scary dive, then seeing his wife with a former (superior) lover, and now she was leading him to a dirty bathroom to give him a blowjob. This was a whirlwind. This was not what their love life had ever been. But he never felt so alive, so excited, and had such passion for someone before. Not love. Not sweet love and respect. Dirty lust. He thought bad things about his sweet, loving wife. By the time they got to the doors at the end of the hall, he was all in, practically shoving her through the door to the men’s room ahead of him.

The bathroom was small and empty and it smelled terrible. Two urinals and one battered and scratched stall. She pulled him into the stall and he closed the door behind him, hips turned to her while she unbuttoned his pants. He put his back against the door and watched Nia’s hands work, and it aroused him to think of how adept she was at this. How she’d done this with many different men. She’d had lots of different cocks in her mouth. It was liberating to address it rather than to sweep it under the rug and let the lump bug you, step over it every day. Just rip the rug up for fuck’s sake, look what’s under there. You might like it, shit, what if it’s a gold coin . . .?

His wife had a past. His wife had been a wild one, and that was what had drawn him to her all those years ago, maybe. He wanted that wildness in his life. He’d tamed her in the end, got her to settle down, took care of her and made her into a human being, but this was who she was too. She could be both. She could tuck Odie into bed and she could suck a cock in a filthy men’s room in a biker bar.

“Shit, Nia,” he said as she did his zip down and he watched her hand pull his aching cock out.

Brief thought, one from watching too much porn: his cock didn’t look as big as he thought it would in her hand. Nia didn’t care. Her hot mouth was on it in a second. His wife was on her heels, squatted down in a stall, her rump braced against a dirty toilet and her head bobbed on him, hair swishing vigorously as she sucked him like she wanted only one thing. His come. She wasn’t going for pleasure, teasing or showing off. She wanted him to come. “Oh, fuck, Nia,” he said, and his hands went through her thick raven hair. Her hands went into his waistband and she peeled the front of his slim fit jeans down. She yanked and tugged until she got them down to his knees and then she scratched his thighs with her nails and he felt his balls rise and almost disappear into his body. He let out a soft, high moan.

“Is this how you sucked him?” he moaned.

She hummed and nodded yes with his cock in her mouth.

“Is this how you used to be?”

She nodded again.

“My bad girl,” he moaned, looking up at the ceiling and feeling the delight she was giving him. Her mouth was warm and wet and wonderful. She was amazing at this. Nia knew how to make a man come. She knew what part of a penis felt the best for a man. Knew because men had told her when she was with them. She’d got feedback. Men had told her it was nice when she flicked her tongue on the underside, along the frenulum. She was aware of penis anatomy and not from her husband. Why did he think that was so hot?

She took him deep now, all the way to his balls, and he nodded forward, feeling lightheaded from the intense pleasure. Her fingers squeezed at his testicles, made him grunt and buckle, then her hand pushed between his legs and he parted them for her, as much as his jeans would allow. Her finger stroked his underside, stroked along behind his balls and up to his anus. “Oh, Nia,” he sighed and his hands fell and filled themselves up with her beautiful hair. It was soft and silky, and he guided the movement of her head, sliding up and down his shaft. She was inc—

Her middle finger slid up until it found the weakness of his anus and she slipped it up inside his body and he gasped, “Oh, Jesus,” and he felt his insides grip at her. He felt her finger curl and tickle at him and he knew right away he had only seconds before he came into her mouth.

“Oh God, oh shit, Nia,” he bubbled, chest heaving at this incredible unexpected wild pleasure from his dirty, dirty girl. She sucked him hard. He felt the tight suction of her hot mouth. She tickled him with a finger buried in him and her other hand squeezed and played with his balls. He looked down and watched her pretty head between his legs and he fantasized about her doing this with other men. Fantasized about how many men had looked down and seen this view, seen the woman he loved from this angle as she sucked their cocks and squeezed their big balls and stuck a finger up their asshole. He came. He came harder than he had in ages. It was extraordinary. He felt it shooting off into her soft throat, wondered if it stung her it came out with so much force. She snorted through her nose as he kept shooting and she sucked it all down, squeezing his balls and stroking his prostate at the same time. He clutched her hair in tight fists until they shook, but he never pulled it. He streamed come forever, didn’t think he could have so much in his balls. She kept him clamped in her mouth until he was done.

When he was empty, he stood there dumbfounded, ears ringing and heart hammering. Nia kept sucking, then let his cock come out of her mouth. She held it between her fingers and gave the head of his cock a nice, sweet kiss. She smiled.

He caressed her face, held the heel of his palm against her flushed cheek, and Nia closed her eyes. He helped her up in her heels and he didn’t know what to say. His stomach churned with so much conflict. He felt enervated, like a flu had just come over him. The idea of her with other men was so exciting, but when it was real, it came with a heavy price. He would pay it, though. He could pay it.

“This is what you used to be like?” he said softly.

“It’s not a big deal, Geoff.”

“It is to me.”

“A blow job in a bathroom?”

“That’s a big deal to me.”

“Yes, I’ve done this for other guys before.”

“The finger?”

“I’ve done that before too.”

“Wow.”

“It’s just sex, you know.”

“I know,” he said, and put his arms around her shoulders and she fell against him and kissed his neck.

“It stinks in here,” she whispered.

“Did you do it? Suck Dino’s?”

“No, Geoff,” she said, but she didn’t laugh this time. She wasn’t being funny.

“You would though.”

“Yeah. I thought about it. Tonight. I thought about it and I realized I wanted to.”

“That’s why you took me in here?”

“I was horny.”

“I think that’s hot, Nia. You can feel like that.” He rubbed her back.

She said, “His wife’s here. If she wasn’t . . . I might have.”

He felt himself stiffen at the thought again. She’d drained him, but the thought of her being so bad aroused him inexplicably.

“His wife’s here?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’d Angie and that other one try to protect you? They made me think something was up, then I see you coming down the hall with Dino . . .”

“Dino and I came out of the bathroom at the same time. I was in the ladies’. We just walked out together. Ang probably thought you were going to make a scene, confront Dino or something. That’s the kind of men they’re used to, and they don’t want trouble. And they’d think he’d kill you if you started something—and they like you.”

“Your friends wouldn’t understand if they found out what we’ve agreed?”

“No way. They’re wild, but they believe in marriage. Catholics.”

“Nia, I believe in marriage.”

“I know, but . . .” She leaned back to look at him, said, “The sanctity,” and shrugged.